Forced to Marry a Handsome Waria
Village Girl

After finishing rinsing her body, Alya immediately went inside her room. He changed his clothes with the clothes that Grandma gave him, which seemed very old fashioned for him who was famous for being very stylish. He wanted to wear it, because the clothes that Grandma gave him were the clothes that belonged to his late mother. Grandma kept only one pair of her mother's clothes, as a memento to herself. While the other clothes have been distributed to others, because of a tradition in the village.

“Mama's clothes are like this first? Did Mama previously emang a native girl of this village, so wear clothes like this?” muttered Alya, who still did not know the true story.

Alya looked towards her body from the mirror, looking at each side of the ancient clothes she was wearing on her plump body. Because the kebaya-like clothes were one size below the clothes Alya used to wear, he felt a little claustrophobic when wearing these clothes.

“Duh ... really narrow, huh? So it looks like gini. Grandma's clothes don't have any sweatshirts or dresses, huh? Why should the clothes that kayak kebaya plus the fabric like this? I like the village flower this way,” muttered Alya, while looking at the curves of her body that look a little sexy because of the small size.

Alya tidied up her hair that was still well-groomed, then immediately braided the back of her hair, making her appearance become more and more like a village girl.

“Because wear clothes like this, mending all the braids like this! So really kayak village girl, ‘kan!” muttered Alya, while still braiding her hair that is quite long.

After she finished braiding her long hair, Alya immediately looked back at herself before the large mirror in Grandma's room. He felt himself at the moment, very different from his usual self wearing very fancy clothes on set. Especially when there is an award or official meeting.

If he had not gone out that night, he might have been able to pack his own clothes and would not have worn the clothes that Grandma had given him.

“Eh, so different!” muttered Alya who felt very funny looking at herself in the mirror at this moment.

With great enthusiasm, Alya immediately reached into his cellphone in his bag. He wanted to take a picture of himself, who was wearing his mother's clothes. He wanted to see himself while wearing such old clothes.

When Alya was about to photograph his body in the mirror, he stopped because he saw some short messages from Dion that turned out to have just entered his entry message. Alya recalled, the signal here is very difficult, so sometimes he can not use the cell phone properly.

Although feeling sad, but Alya ignored the short message and continued his intention to photograph his body using ancient clothes like this.

CKREK!

One photo has been taken in the photo album of his mobile phone camera. He saw the results, and smiled because he saw himself very different from his usual self.

“Such different, unlike Alya usually,” murmured, with a smile still attached to his cheek.

Despite ignoring Dion's short message, Alya still felt very curious about what message Dion sent her. Finally he let out a long sigh, then opened the short message.

“Lo where is it? Go home now, or I'll take her there forcibly!”

“Alya, the producer has given you grace time off for a week. It's your first day off, don't embarrass me!”

“We still have to shoot a running show. There's still 1 month left to finish. I don't want to know, yeah! You can't cancel the remaining project 1 month!”

‘The time is still 6 days, right? Must really refresh the mind, let not spaneng!’ inner Alya, who felt she had to make the most of time.

Mumpung is still in this place.

‘Tomorrow I have to see the sights for a thought refresh. I have to go to the mountain tomorrow, Alya's inner’, who feels like I have to make the most of my time, before returning to work busy.

“Alya!” call someone from the direction of the door of the room, which is known to be Rian.

Rian did not dare to enter, just standing before the door of the room that was covered in a simple cloth curtain. He did not want to disturb Alya's privacy.

“Why, Yan?” alya asked who was shouting rather loudly from inside the room.

“Grandma ask lo temenin she chat.”

Hearing Rian's answer, Alya felt she should be able to fill her free time with lots of accompanying Grandma to talk. He understood, not always he could accompany Grandma who was not young anymore.

“Ya, briefly. First of all,” said Alya, making Rian understand his point.

“OK, I wait in the living room.” Rian also went from the direction of Alya's room, heading to the guest room to accompany Grandma first.

Alya let out a long sigh, as she saw her face that she had not taken care of one day, which turned out to be unpleasant. It has become a routine for him, to take care of his face using skincare products that he has. However, when he escaped from the set, he did not have time to bring his skincare products. Let alone skincare, clothes and underwear he did not bring.

“I'm not going to take care of face, clothes don't carry, clothes don't bring, makeup also don't bring! Bener-ener be a village girl for a week if this is the way,” muttered Alya, holding her face and watching from the mirror.

Alya regained her senses, and quickly headed towards the guest room to meet and accompany Grandma to talk.

When he faced Grandma, Alya smiled in front of Grandma.

“Grandmother,” greeted Alya, making Rian who was sitting behind her to turn to her.

Rian's eyes momentarily froze from seeing the clothes Alya was wearing, and also Alya's face that was without makeup polish at all. Moreover, coupled with Alya's braided hair, the more supportive Alya's appearance before her.

Rian really could not turn his eyes the other way. He could only look at Alya, who was in front of him. Alya's face without using makeup, increasingly made Rian feel very interested in Alya's appearance like this, compared to the first time they met.

‘She is prettier if not groomed, and wears clothes that are this simple. It's better than when we first met. Her strange clothes, as well as the makeup that had worn off, made me so half-conscious to see her, Rian's inner’, who felt only looking at Alya one eye, when the first time they met.