Beauty Privileges
Zayyan

The two gendered human children had just arrived at an elite housing estate. "Down." ask Zayyan to let the girl behind him get off the bike immediately.

Nita just nodded following the orders of her upperclassman. "Thank you for taking me out, thank you for coming home" said the girl smiling sweetly.

Although quite boring, but quite fun because he does not feel lonely at home alone.

I don't know, Nita herself wondered why her mother rarely went home under the pretext of having to work or not always evaded because of business affairs.

Usually if you go home soon, just a few days ago go again.

"Well, I'll go first. Udah malem is also afraid to be slander," replied Zayyan while putting on his helmet.

"Sampe at home immediately wash the same face, let the lips subside your acne." his intention was to support Nita to look more beautiful, so that she looks more beautiful, but unfortunately the good intentions even make Nita misunderstand what the girl thinks as an insult.

"Yes." Nita threw away her face, because heartache is said to be like that.

After confirming Nita's entry, the man immediately started the motor and rushed away from there.

***

A young man had just arrived at a large mansion in a classic style, very good at sight.

Simple flow of fancy but not too flashy, dominant with white egg shell.

In the opening of the gate of the mansion by the guard who was inside. "Please," said the security guard smiling kindly.

After parking his vehicle in the garage, the man rushed in because he felt tired.

However having just arrived at the living room, the middle-aged woman's gaze made her stop her footsteps. "Mom?" he said to his mother.

"Where from? What time is it?." said the woman, then because it is now midnight but her son just returned.

"Having been hanging out with the children" he replied casually.

"Mommy never bans you from hanging out, but it's not as easy as time. Didn't you want to say your homeroom just took the report this morning? Not that mommy requires you to be a class champion, but at least fix a little your value so it is not too low. Family time is distinguished like this, his son even gor what in the academic field?." chirping her who is only influenced by the child.

"Yes mom, I want to go to the room first, it's so hot." just now he wants to continue his steps but again has to stop because of someone's call.

"Sister Zay, where's the big brother from? From then I was looking for nothing, but want to play together. Mommy bought Transformers robots" said the 4-year-old boy.

"Well, mommy's son why are you awake?."

"You peed, it was called her mommy nothing." The little boy walked over to the big brother with his gleeful laughter.

"Sorry brother yes, tomorrow brother play deh. Now Idar sleeps first, so that tomorrow can play." said Zayyan stroked the head of his sister ~haidar, who is usually called Idar by his family.

"Ga wants to sleep with Zay's sister." Haidar.

"Where's mom?" asked Zayyan for a solution to persuade her sister.

"Let him sleep in your room, he rarely asks you to sleep with him."

Zayyan, who didn't want to stay for long, finally agreed to her mother's request.

"Yes come on, but go straight to sleep... Brother is tired," said Zayyan carrying his little sister upstairs.

****

After the taking of the report, the semester holiday period is always there until the new year.

At that time used school children to have fun, but there are also those who are used to study or go home to the village just to gather with family.

Unlike Nita who uses vacation time to take care of herself, she even learns all about why her acne grows? Why the face looks dull, and more.

Slowly but surely her day was only spent to take care of herself, the girl ventured to consult a beauty doctor.

Some days he diligently treats the face twice a week, also using skincare that its content in accordance with the needs of his facial skin.

Although it is quite expensive, but it is not a problem for Nita, after all her mother worked to finance her.

In addition to caring for her face, Nita also often visited the salon for hair care.

Even with considerable courage, she desperately asked the principal for a one-month leave, arguing that the family had family problems that required her to go out of town a few weeks.

Nita did it all because she had her own reasons, without telling her mother.

He wants when he returns to school, he does not get bully again from friends or his upperclassmen.

In bully because the physical is painful, not only the violence that he can, also the trauma that makes his mental weak.

There was no confidence in him. "Father, I'll show them if they all need a process" he murmured.

The world is cruel to people like her, but a pleasure to the good looking.

They can do what they want easily, especially if they have power, then the world will really worship those who have a perfect face.

Social justice is just nonsense, welfare is just a domestic law.

"On behalf of Nita Talia?." call a woman who works as a beauty doctor.

Nita who had been sitting in the waiting room, immediately rushed into the room when she heard her voice had been called.

He smiled slightly at the woman in front of him, then sat down for a re-consultation.

"The change is quite good, keep your diet... It affects your hormones, the problem of acne scars also begins to fade. Remember, avoid greasy, sweet, and spicy foods. May eat but occasionally, depending on you want to cure anything not. Now live in the love of antibiotics just to matain bacteria in acne, so it's not getting inflamed." said the woman in front of her who directs an object to find out the symptoms that arise on Nita's face.

"All the blackheads cleaned, let's get lucky." Nita just nodded following the advice given.

"Beauty is painful." Nita's inner grumbling.

****

After finishing face treatment, Nita came home with a red face.

No need to worry, it is indeed the result of treatment that will work two to three days ahead.

He looked at the mirror watching his face that was starting to clean, his skin was not too white but also not black, yellow langsat typical of Indonesians.

"I'll come back with a different change" he said, smiling as he watched the mirror reflect.

*****

Seriate.