Step On Me
Guna

Incidentally the salon is in the Mall, and the shops are not closed either. At 9 o'clock, it's okay to shop.

"Where am I going to go, Mom?" I deliberately put Kava on the road behind. Out of make over, she's too shining, shimmering, splendid. I saw it myself.

"Search for clothes" I replied. "You must please allow me to dress to suit Mr. Sandi's taste. Wanna?"

There's no answer.

I repeat again. "Do you know?"

Still no answer, I looked back.

Lah, kok.

Shit, why is he even taking pictures of the same cece-cece.

Seeing my face ready to face people, Kava hurriedly withdrew. "Eh, Miss Okta." He immediately drugs the same cece-cece who just asked for a photo with him. The two cece-cece is still hysterical like the low budget version of Oppa Korea.

Not cheap either, anyway. I quite raved enough in making sure he got this cool. I think all men are handsome, depending on whose hands.

"Sorry, Mom. It was a photo shoot, " explained Kava.

"Do you want to?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"Don't pout that dong, Mom. You can also take photos with me on a blue background. Make conditions to KUA."

I'm grieving. "Mending me a photo in Ragunan with my monkeys rather than with you!"

"Mu Okta is really cute with bangs, so I want to take them home." Kava's smile made me feel wrong.

I was in a hurry to get back. What the hell is my heart?

Fucking undercut! I can't stay with Kava for long with that damned hairstyle. My knees are slime.

"What about this, how?" I tried out a pastel-colored Pansuit stel and flaunted it in front of Kava.

"Superficial, ma'am." commented.

I frowned. "How weird?"

"Mom's ass is less happy. So weird." His mouth was never educated.

I changed the other point. This time Blazer with low cleavage.

Kava again cringed. "Would you like a job or a murel?"

"meaning?"

"Don't use me, ma'am. Awkwardly."

I put my hands in front of his face.

Okay, this is the fifth outfit I've tried.

"Pak Sandi doesn't like that color, ma'am. "

I growled. "Yes, you chose it there!" Replace me sitting on the sofa while breathing starbuck.

My eyes were looking around the room suddenly stopped at a closet containing men's shirts. My hand gatel wants one nyomot and tell Kava to use. That one, the color gray, must fit perfectly with the new Kava hairstyle.

"Here, ma'am." Kava thrusting blazer suit pink color plaid. Not a bad one but more soft pastels.

"Son, yes, Kav." I was horrified to see myself wearing that feminine color, not me.

"Sir Sandi likes pink."

"You sure?" I asked for certainty.

He nodded excitedly.

"It's a pack!" Do not want to take a headache, I immediately take home a shirt Kava's choice without trying first.

***

"I went home first, Mom," said Kava so I went back.

"Eh, wait a minute!" I'm holding his arm. "It's for you!" I'm sodorin suit shirt that I just spit lyrics.

Gosah nanya, I also do not know why my hands walk alone to take the shirt that I value most in accordance with the new look of Kava. I swear, I don't know why either. I think there are other forces that make my brain not work. I'm doing rukiyah to Mr. Ustadz tomorrow.

"What is this, Mom?" Kava looked at the shopping bag I was sodorin.

"It's accepted!" I maksa.

"Well, Mom. I'm not tasty. I've been paid in the salon, given another shirt. Mom again demen cosplay so my sugar mami, huh?"

My lips are hissing. "This man takes it. My hands are pegel, here!"

Kava refused. "Thank you, Mom. But it was an expense for me. Mending saved just for us the capital of the household."

"Ishh bacot's. Go back there! I'm engep look at you. Hye!"

I put the bag on the motorbike bututnya keep me stay into the apartment. I saw the shadow of Kava reflected from the glass entrance of this ten-story building.

"A-hour and a half-eight, Mom!"

I noleh. "Well?"

"Tomorrow I'll pick it up." Yes, free handsome doang, if you invite another girl but not me.

Kava gave kiss bye before advancing his motorbike.

Don't smile Kinan, don't smile!

Why can't my lips be ruled? Fix, it's me being used.

Both of Kava's parents are native to Banyuwangi, while I am from Banten, if the quack is not sure which I do not know, serem very ya discuss goib-goib gini.