The Pride of an Ex
episode 20's

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"Well, go yuk."

Mama looked at me with a frown.

"Where?"

"To the salon, maybe. Long time no treatment."

"By, yuk go."

I smiled happily. Uprighten the drinking water until it runs out, then rise to get ready.

Six years I have never been to a beauty salon, it feels missed with a touch of spoiled beauty therapist hands that sometimes make my eyes feel sleepy.

Moreover, the party is only a few days away, of course I have to look more beautiful to make the invited guests amazed at my presence.

Including those who have consciously demeaned me.

Ah, I can't wait to see those faces when I'm at the party.

"Until now, Al. " said Mama.

We got out of the car to get into the salon.

However, the beautiful scenery was plastered for real as my eyes caught another figure inside there.

Mother-in-law is on foot barges reading magazines.

Justjust wonderful. Son-in-law at work, she hangs pretty until facial treatment.

How could she come to an expensive salon? Do you have money?

"Just you, I'll just wait here. Here the pay is expensive".

My ex-mother-in-law was not aware of my presence.

And I smiled a little when I found out that he was coming here just to take his friend.

"Eh, what's wrong, mom? how are you?" my words immediately made the woman look over in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" tanyanya looked at me sharply. It's always cruel to see me.

"You need treatment, ma'am. What are you doing?".

"treat. Time to sit."

I round my mouth holding back laughter. He must have been prestigious if he admitted to only dropping off friends.

"Oh, I thought you were just dropping off a friend."

"Son, you at most just say I doang, but only nganter his employer. Iye right?"

"No, mah. I really want treatment. Yes, it really wants to be paid by the Madam." said I glanced at Mama who was just silent with a forced smile.

"Hahaha, you came out of my son's house and chose to be a maid? poor you, Alira!".

"I'm more comfortable in the Madam's house, compared to the mother's son's house. There, I was treated very well, like a child. At my mom's house, not at all. It is precisely used as a dairy cow that must serve you at any time, right?"

"You talk like that because you're paid there."

"Yes, and at my mother's house, I had to pay. Every weekday, but her paychecks are taken by mom and mom."

"Bas rude, you want to humiliate me here, Alira?". said the mother as she approached and clasped my arm firmly.

Sick, until I grimaced holding mom's hand.

From the back, Mama held my mother's hand no less strongly.

"Don't hurt my son again, old grandma!!" said Mama growled.

"Kids? you acknowledge your maid as a child?"

"He is my son. And will forever be my son!" mama again shook my hands.

Then go let the woman who was glued to her place.

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"Mom, if you don't have money, you don't need treatment!".

Mama and I who were going home, had to stop the steps when the cashier said in a high tone.

When I looked, there was a mother standing with a nervous face there.

"What's up, mbak?" tanyaku.

"This is loh, mbak. This mother is not paying, instead asking to owe. This is a stall." said the cashier with a ketus tone.

Mother's face was getting red withstanding embarrassment. His hands were shaking with nervousness.

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