It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 141's
“I want to stop by the cosmetics store first yes, Mas?” giany said as she passed by a famous cosmetics store.
“Bby.”
Allan followed behind, occasionally noticing Giany who was choosing some cosmetic packages. Although there is a question mark on his mind, because all this time Giany is not so fond of excessive preening?
“You sure you want to buy that?” tanya Allan stared at the astonishment of the complete package that Giany had chosen.
“Indeed why? Expensive huh?”
“Not, Darling ... I mean, since when do you like that? Usually you do not like excessive grooming.”
“I want to look beautiful too!” Giany muttered, but it was still readable by Allan through the movements of his lips.
The woman turned her back, then followed a female employee to the cashier. Allan chuckles at his wife's funny behavior. He had guessed that Giany just did not want to lose beautiful from his ex-girls.
Arriving at home apparently the effect of meeting the ex is still felt. Sitting sweetly in front of the dresser, Giany was polishing his face to make it look beautiful. Before going to bed he tried the cosmetic tools he had bought. While Allan sat leaning on the bed, occasionally glancing at him with a smile.
“You are beautiful even without it, Honey ... It's yuk, here!” He patted the spot next to him and asked Giany to come closer.
“Shortly, Mas. I think there is less. But what, yes ..” Giany stared at his reflection in the mirror. Even though she looks beautiful, she still feels something is lacking.
Allan smiled realizing how much she wanted Giany to look beautiful in front of her. The man then got out of bed, walking behind Giany to the closet. He was silent for a moment looking at the contents of his wife's closet. Until finally get something out of there.
“Swipe slightly.”
Giany shifted his seat, so Allan could sit there, then looked at each other through the mirror reflection.
“You want to know the true meaning of beauty?” allan asked still looking into Giany's eyes in the mirror reflection.
Allan grabbed the brush on brush from Giany's hand and put it into the beauty case, then helped tidy up all the makeup equipment that was used by his wife—which scattered on the table.
“But I'm not done yet, Mas.”
“No word is finished and satisfied that what you are looking for is physical beauty.”
Giany immediately stared at Allan's words. He shifted his sitting position slightly so that their faces faced each other. Grabbing a sheet of wet tissue, Allan rubbed Giany's face gently, making the makeup that was wrapped in his face erased.
“Mas, why delete?”
Allan has not answered and continues to wipe the face of Giany with a wet tissue to spend a few sheets. Now Giany's face looks plain without make up. Allan then grabbed a piece of veil owned by Giany who had been removed from the closet. It is placed on the head and made into a hijab.
“Physical perfection is not a pretty benchmark. But from behavior, mindset and attitude. Understand?”
Giany replied with a headband, so Allan cupped his face and kissed his forehead.
“Males are given the power to like or love women, while women are given the power to be gentle and beautiful figures who are liked or loved by men. But true beauty is not about perfect physicality. Except from the beauty of the heart and noble character. Giany Darling ... Women are made beautiful in the human view, because women are the jewelers of the world and the best jewelry is a godly woman.”
Giany froze, staring at the husband's face. That shady smile made his tribe so calm.
Allan also wrapped his hands around Giany's body with his chin resting on the wife's shoulder, then looked at each other through the mirror reflection.
Allan smiled. “See, now your beauty looks perfect.”
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