ELECTORAL MAN
I suspect

"Sir, is there anything you want to ask? It's about...."

"Later on, Mom. Ninis hurry." I know you'd want to ask about the Bald One.

"Mommy's feeling bad, Nduk. You seem to have a problem with your husband? what's the matter exactly?" mother's view is increasingly probing.

Deg. My heart wants to be broken. It seems like Mom is really suspicious. Duh, what should I do? should I tell my mother everything. Mom will know sooner. But I can't tell my mother everything.

"There's nothing Mom. I just pray that Mas Farid will recover quickly, Mom! Mas Farid daily informed Ninis about the development of his condition. Ninis go first Ma'am!"

I am still waiting for the online service. Mom went inside and talked to me. I heard the sound of their conversation, it seemed like they were talking about the damage in this house. Starting from the roof of the front porch that leaks, the drainage channel in the dishwasher that is clogged up to the room wall that begins to crack.

I'm entangling. Poor Father and Mother. They must have no money to repair the damage to this house. If I had money, I would help them.

Do I remember that letter again? didn't the Bald One promise? should I demand the contents of the agreement? must and must.

But how is it? do I have to go back to his house? and why didn't the Bald One come here to see me? he must not have the courage to come here.

All right, I'll think about this later. Now I have to focus on the business of shooting first. I've thought about what steps I'm going to take.

Starting from meeting him at his house or telling everything to Bu Endang. Obviously, I have to show that I have an attitude. I had to dare to pressure him.

But really, I still hope he will come to see me huh? aah, no. I don't want to get overwhelmed anymore. I have to put logic forward. I can't be hurt anymore.

The shooting business went successfully. Again I was amazed by the skill of Rani, a beautiful MUA that polishes my face with natural makeup. I look pangling and Enrico says I'm beautiful.

"Cool, Miss teacher. Mom's a great teacher. I'm sure the results must be good." Enrico.

Duh, tumben he called me Miss teacher.

"Thank you, Mum. Call me Ninis. I really did not expect, could be a model, hehehehe.

Enrico smile. He could read the jitters on my face.

"The aura of Mba Ninis's face is very suitable to advertise this product, Mbak. ", he said again.

We also kept chatting. He is very fun and friendly. I have enjoyed talking to him for a long time. He's not jaim and stiff like the Bald One.

"Bak Ninis came home with what?" tanyakanya.

"Good ojol," I replied.

"If you don't mind, would you like to be with me?" he offered.

Hmmmm...Wonderful idea. Sometimes, to boost confidence, we have to establish closeness with people who have indirectly given us praise.

And I don't want to miss this opportunity. Handsome, Enrico has managed to tear down my insecure sense of the physical through the opportunity and praise he gave this afternoon. I am grateful to know him again.

Seriate.