Forced to Marry a Handsome Waria
Makeup Results

Rian's eyes glared, so surprised to see the makeup Alya was doing on his own face. He began to hold back his laughter, as he judged Alya's makeup too menor, similar to the clowns in the night market.

Alya's eye brows turned on her back, puzzled by Rian's expression that seemed to be mocking him.

“Lo why is his face like that? Nahan BAB?” said Alya, just suddenly made Rian increasingly unable to hold his laughter in front of Alya.

His hands smother his own mouth, even though he was holding the dirty clothes that he had just changed with a new shirt given Alya. He felt that he was no longer strong, to hold back the laughter before Alya.

Finally, Rian laughed with great satisfaction. He exhausted the funny feeling he had imagined, after seeing the current condition of Alya's face.

Thick red lipstick, curved eyebrows like the shape of an inverted cleaver, shaky eyelashes make up the anti-storm and also a thick powder base like flour, who wouldn't laugh seeing the makeup Alya wears.

Alya was so offended, seeing the laughter of Rian that he spilled with satisfaction. The makeup brush that he was holding at the moment, he threw it towards Rian who was still laughing with satisfaction, until it hit his forehead.

PLTAK!

“Aduh!” Rian complained, so sick his forehead was hit by a death throw from the brush that Alya was holding.

“Great hell ...” Rian looked at Alya with a cynical look, but could do nothing.

“Sukurin!” chirped Alya, whose heart was content to see the suffering of Rian, whose forehead was hit by the brush he threw.

Alya could not accept what Rian said. His anger was mounting, as he heard the slobbering of Rian, who was telling the truth about the makeup he was wearing at the moment.

His hands clenched, feeling annoyed and wanting to land him on Rian's cranium. Alya could not stand it anymore, because Rian who had several times interrupted bad things, about his best work.

“You left or right? Hospital left, grave right?” alya asked, hearing this made Rian spontaneously tremble.

Rian swallowed his saliva, “Yang really, Al?” tanyanya could not believe what Alya would do to her.

However, her name Alya would definitely do things that were even beyond her logic. If to land a few punches on Rian's head, Alya would definitely not hesitate to do so again.

“Lo says I look like what was it?” alya asked again to confirm Rian's words, suddenly making Rian's body tremble even more because of it.

Rian felt very guilty, for saying something bad in front of Alya, which could endanger his own life.

“Sorry, Al! I was just kidding!” rian said, Alya does not care what he says.

Alya got up to stand before Rian, preparing with his two death fists to teach Rian a lesson, so as not to be arbitrary with his bad words to him.

“No apologies for lo!” snapped Alya, who quickly raised his deadly fist towards Rian's smooth face.