
After spending about ten minutes, Syahdu and Fikran have now arrived at a hair salon that is so famous among young people. However, unfortunately in that place there were so many people that Fikran had to queue.
"Who wants a haircut? Ma'am or Mas her?" An employee greeted both.
"He wants a haircut. Love a cool model and in accordance with the posture and head yes Mas." After saying that Syahdu laughed.
"Beres. Now Mas the same Mbaknya please sit first in the waiting chair."
Syahdu and Fikran nodded and went to the place the waiter had pointed out. The two of them sat in the chair side by side.
Fikran was seen leaning his shoulders on the back of the chair while looking at some people who were shaved with hair while Syahdu instead played the phone in his hand.
"Do you think I'm a good fit for what hairstyle?" fikran asked without turning his eyes to a man who was getting his hair done.
Syahdu. "I know the names of Fik's hairstyles."
"Oh." Fikran only ber oh ria.
"If shown pictures or photos of people with hairstyles well that I just understand," said Syahdu later.
"If I get shaved like she's good, isn't she Du?" Fikran pointed towards the man in the leftmost row of seats who was about to finish cutting his hair.
"Hmm, does it fit?" Syahdu seemed to think hard while looking at Fikran and the person appointed by Fikran in turn.
"I don't think so Fik. He, the shape of his face is round yes it fits. Good as it looks, but your face shape is different from her so it doesn't seem to fit you."
"What does dong keep on matching?"
"What is it like? Kayak hairstyle that is often used European bule-bule is like it. I don't know what style they are either. You don't search on google."
Syahdu's words made Fikran smile happily because he felt Syahdu was paying attention to him.
"Okay find the best hairstyle yes, do not let me mengesel and do not want to cut hair again." Fikran teases Syahdu.
"Mas! Mas! Ask for a poster dong!" Syahdu waved at the employee who served only as a cashier at that place.
Fikran. However, choose silence.
"Okay Ma'am, wait a minute." The employee took something from the desk drawer next to him. A few moments walk towards Syahdu with a book.
"This Ma'am can be chosen hairstyle as what she wants. Later if you have the best choice immediately confirm to me."
"May you ask me?"
Syahdu nodded and thanked him.
"If according to Mas hairstyle that fits my friend is what style?" ask Syahdu directly. Fikran only looked at Syahdu without a word.
There are a variety of hairstyles that you can choose. That's the first drawing called the style bowl cut. As the name implies, this is a hair with a bowl-like shape. Very edgy and tends to extremes, as these cuts actually trim the sides of the sides down and leave only the upper hair." The employee took a breath before continuing his explanation.
"This model is also suitable for those who have fluffy curls, because the result will make the appearance of men more climsy."
"Oh ogah ah Mas, I look at that hairstyle so remember meatballs." Syahdu laughed and Fikran instead chuckled while shaking his head.
"This second one is called Ubdercut. Indeed, the style of undercut will be cooler if using pomade. However, you should limit the use of pomade, yes, because the use too often makes men's hair easily broken! This style fits the same way."
Syahdu looked at the picture of the hair in the book and looked at Fikran's face in turn. The woman imagined Fikran with a hairstyle like the picture in the book that was in her hand.
"If this third is ...."
"Just now Mas, the undercut looks like it fits him."
The employee nodded.
"If you think what Fik is, good isn't it?"
"It's good that's your choice, Du, I'm fine."
"Don't be Fik, if this style isn't comfortable with you don't!"
"No, I'm sure your choice is reversed."
"Ish, you are starting to fight" protested Syahdu.
"Not bad, I'm honest. Later if it is not good I immediately go bald. If it's good it'll be my next style."
"Mas let's go Mas's turn!" call one of the barbers who became an employee at the salon.
"I went there first Du, pray the results will be good."
"Surely."
Fikran rushed straight to the barber and sat down on one of the seats in the middle row.
Seriate.