Step On Me
Make Over

One of my flagship salons is open until the mallem as long as it makes an appointment first. I want to change my hairstyle and change the color. Let it suit Mr. Boss' taste.

"Which Sandi likes it? Black brown's? Medium Brown's? Burgundy?" I showed her one-on-one color palette of her hair paint.

Kava. "Emm.. I think it's all right for mom."

Yeah iyeah!

"Select school!" I'm sodorin' closer.

Kava squinted his eyes. He seemed to be struggling with his mind. "Emm.. This one!"

"OKAY. Nce.. pack this color!" I'm talking to my hairstylish.

"Ready Ma'am Boss. Uh, Boss, that's a guy, ye?" Mince, the gossip mongrel is in action. "Cakep loh, single not his girlfriend?"

"The real hair, I. Gosah gibah lo!" I'm fierce. Kava is very dangerous, because the appearance is getting here more and more okay so a lot of it that ogles, ih I must be vigilant from now on.

"It's just, really bad." Uh the more seduced I am. "Would've been the boss, would I take over."

I immediately hissed and glared sharply.

"Canda Bu Boss. Very tight indeed like *****formalin." Mince giggles.

Half an hour passed. Kava is getting bored and does not hesitate to yawn wide.

"Mom, it's still a long time?" The man holds hands.

"Yes." Yeah." I am still flipping through magazines.

"I'm a boss, Mom."

I closed the magazine in my hand and glanced to the side. "Kava want to play let's not be bored?" I was grinning as a crazy idea suddenly flashed through my beautiful brain.

If anything goes wrong with my words, Kava starts putting on the horses. "What's up, Mom? Don't be weird."

"Mince," I call my hairstylist who packs a rod but waves it. "Someone wants to play, huh." Kava directly flutter. I told Mince to keep me whispering something.

Mince clapped his hand calling out to one of his men who were both waving. "Extdo... Yuhu... Here dong!"

Kava was horrified. Just wanted to run away, his body has been snatched with Mince. He was cornered until he did not wiggle. "You take care of this one, huh? Keep coming back to me, I need to be more handsome than this, don't want to know." he gave a wink to a half-dead guy named Esmeralda earlier.

"Mom Okta..." Kava before being herded into the sickle seat.

"What spirit?" My hands clenched in the air.

***

Not suudzon. Kava is intact and safe. At least digrepe-grepe. I don't mean, cut your hair and trim your beard to be neat.

I'm good to tell Mince to make over her. He should be given treatment from an expensive salon for free. When else try his face that jamet a little helped? Candi Madam Candi candidates must be generous and compassionate to people in need.

I'm done. Again dabbling in front of the mirror while chatting with Mince what outfit is dipping with my new hairstyle. Busty hair with bangs over the eyebrows, I'm really cute.

I have not admired myself.  Suddenly there were voices of ghoibs calling out.

"Sstt.. Ma'am.. Miss Okta." Kava Nongol's head from behind the curtains. Only his face looks good. He's flickering like a bego.

"Udah finished?" Ask me.

"I'm on this side, Mom. So strange gini my hair is given a flea path," Kava ngadu.

I laughed at Kava komuk. "Here comes out," I grow one finger at me, hinting Kava to show himself.

Kava is worried. He doesn't care about his new appearance.

"Wait for what else? Here out!" my orders.

Wanti-wanti kava. "Later mother in shock, my handsome became confused about it."

"Buet out." I'm tired of nanggepin.

"Yes, this is out."

Dugm! I held onto the side table in shock. Wait, is this really Kava? That unclear jongos kumel?

His hair was neatly cut in an undercut style with a slight line up above the ears, making the firm outline of his jaw look more prominent. The expensive facial that has just been applied to his face makes Kava's facial skin cleaner and brighter. Although the man was only wearing a white shirt and black pants, but his masculinity pheromones were outstretched no longer. I forgot how to breathe. Why is it that the Kava that I've pulled can turn into a Gucci model in just one treatment?

"Hello Bu Okta?" Kava moved his hand in front of me.

"Huh?" I flirted by myself.

"Mom need artificial breath?"

I immediately cleared my throat and fixed my standing position. "I pay to the cashier first." Lost direction, I sucked the glass when the road went to the cashier. Oath, shame!