Forced to Marry a Married Man
Chapter 121 due to make-up tools

A few seconds waiting, finally the maid came also carrying a washcloth requested by Sarla. " This is madam. "

Sarla started picking up the washcloth. He now ran to immediately hand over to the stepmom.

Gunawan looks upset at his son who just came to hand over a washcloth, "Sarla, why did you take so long with this cloth."

"Yes sorry, said Sarla's maid, her washcloth was dirty, so it was hard to find a clean one. "

Sarla gave an unclear reason, he should be able to take a tissue or cloth like a towel. Not a lap in the kitchen.

But Gunawan did not care what his son brought. He now helps the wife to clean the coffee scars attached to the shirt.

Until where the washcloth landed on the beautiful face of Dera, Gunawan deliberately wiped his wife's face because there are patches of coffee scars that were accidentally spilled by Sarla's maid.

Several times the washcloth was shown on the look of Dera's face, that's when the unexpected appearance was shown by Dera.

Where Sarla smiled while holding back a laugh, seeing the clean face of her stepmother, now turned black. Because of the former washcloth that his assistant always used to clean the stove.

"Finally, the former coffee is now not in my face," said Dera.

Gunawan, who saw the sight of his wife changing, threw the washcloth on the floor.

"Your face?"

the Papa looked at his biological child, then he said something unexpected, "Sarla, Why are you so mean to your stepmother. "

Sarla shrugged her shoulders, pretending she didn't understand what she was saying, "what. Why did you blame Sarla."

"Well, who else if it wasn't you, you would have taken this rag to papa, so you've done this prank."

Sarla really did not expect with her own papa, could blame him, "why then papa blame me continue."

Dera was very curious about the debate discussed by her son and husband, they had a fight. Makes Dera's ears uncomfortable.

"Why they quarreled" murmured Dera's heart.

Curiosity enveloped Dera's mind, and she finally took a cell phone, to see her own face.

Hunting, taking the phone in his bag he pointed the phone towards the face, the sect of the two round eyes was a bushini rounded then, "Ahhkk. "

Shouts Dera, making the child and her husband surprised, Sarla just shut her mouth, she could not bear it anymore she wanted to laugh with her happy feelings.

"Why the more surprised he is, the more funny."

Dera held her black cheek, she rubbed it gently, then wiped it. " Why did this happen to me?"

Laughter blared, making Gunawan lean towards his son." Lilia, Lani."

"Well, why do you know, how rich is se*t*n."

Sarla took a stand after her sister said that, where Dera sniffed in annoyance, "Hide your mouth, watch your words, Lilia."

The husband hugged his wife's shoulder, where Dera felt uncomfortable then, grumbled in annoyance and said, "remove the thigh, all because of the carelessness of papah, can usually wipe the kitchen washcloth on your beautiful face."

Lani looks for a tissue in her bag, to give it to her mom." It's mah, put on a tissue."

The old man was silent, without saying a word, he looked useless in front of his own wife.

Sarla starts offering the mama, washing for her, " ma, try this, let mama's face be slimy again."

Sarla offers a face wash, which looks branded, where Dera looks hesitant to take it.

"It just so happened that this face wash, Sarla never used, because Daniel had bought many cosmetics and face washes to Sarla. "

Hearing that, envy the mind of the stepmom, "it is fortunate that this Sarla can, a married man who meets her needs and also her wishes, not to mention a luxurious house, and a beautiful house, some cars lined up neatly in the garage. Ahk, unlike his papa, who ngirit bin stingy, if told sad. "

Curious about the washer, the stepmom began to pick it up, and stuffed it in a bag.

"Why not wear it."

"Make it at home, if it's here already, it's available. "

"There's a lot in Sarla's room. "

Surprised not to play, the old woman looked for an opportunity in narrowness, where she tried to pull the hand of her stepson.

"Yes, let's take mama to your room, mama wants to choose cosmetics. "

Deg ....

In love even ask for the heart, that's the saying for greedy people like Mamah step Sarla.

"Come on Sarla."

Instead of being happy to go wrong trying to find an idea, to prank her stepmother again, the old woman went first to Sarla's room. "the bottom of the drop-mom doesn't know manners," sarla grumbled when she stepped on her feet following the steps of her stepmother.

when the door to Sarla's room was opened by her mother, she was surprised instead of playing, seeing the extraordinary sight highlighted by her two eyes.

"Well, amazing, Mama didn't look wrong? Your room is very luxurious, very lucky you get a man like Daniel. "

The old woman who became Sarla's stepmother, now trying to approach the neatly arranged and so many cosmetic tools, holding one by one and trying, "Sarla, you're wearing a veil, you're wearing a veil, why try cosmetic tools."

Sarla folded her hands together, not answering the words of the stepmom, "willing to wear a veil or not even that is the right of each person when it comes to wearing cosmetic equipment."

"Yes not so, it's a pity that you buy cosmetic tools as expensive as anything, people will not see your beauty."

What her stepmother said, there was a point, but behind it Sarla replied. " What beauty is must be shown to others, that we may receive praise. Which ends even boasting of ourselves?"

Dera still wears the lipstick she took from her stepdaughter's dresser, looking in the mirror and answering Sarla's words. " Yes dong, instead of the purpose of the makeup tool, just to show off our beauty."

Sarla took a breath and let it out slowly, confirming her stepmother's reply, "only those who are happy to be praised will say that, in contrast to a simple person who appreciates his face for self-indulgence."

The stepmom only listened to the words of his stepson indifferently," yes indeed your thoughts are stodgy, rich parents of old times, so his passion is only for yourself. "

Sarla clucked in annoyance, then approached the mother, "then what about the people who want to look beautiful, and happy to be praised. Uncapitalized, relying only on asking and borrowing. Miris, it's intoxicating, isn't it?"

Sarla's words made her stepmother's cheeks flushed red.