Danas sobbed for a moment, she was crying silently. How does it feel to cry silently? So much suffering, the heart still holds so much suffering in the heart, while not wanting anyone to know if we are so suffering.
In the mirror, it was very clear that she was so fragile.
"Oh no, I ruined her make up," she squealed as she looked around for a tissue.
Not finding any tissues, Danas tried to wipe her tears with her hands.
"Oh no, you're ruining it," squealed Mike who saw that, then hurriedly approached. "Why? Are you sweaty? Don't wipe it with your hands. Wait, I'll get you a tissue."
Mike rushed out of the room to get a tissue.
"When is it over? What took you so long to make me wait, Mike?
Melvin was sitting with his legs and arms crossed. Now his eyes were looking at Mike.
"It's so noisy. Patience! You'll get a perfect result, Mr. Melvin. I swear, you will fall in love with your wife many times over," Mike said as he picked up the tissue box in front of Melvin, then came back.
Melvin frowned, seeing the man who was just in front of him in a hurry. However, the man didn't care about him anymore, he was busy with his cell phone again, dialing a number there.
"Let me see with your face," Mike exclaimed, turning the chair around and watching Danas' face. "Why did you ruin your makeup?"
Danas showed her face, then apologized for what she had done.
"Well, I've fixed your makeup again. You'd better change into this. You'll definitely fit into this dress," Mike commanded as he handed her a sky blue dress, with an open top.
Danas looked at the dress for a moment. Her head tilted a few degrees, because of the dress that was given to her.
"Em. I-I-"
"Hurry, Mr. Melvin is waiting for you."
The look on her face showed that she was so eager to change her clothes that Mike pushed her into the dressing room.
"How was it? Does the dress fit?" asked Mike from outside.
"Um, I- I-"
Danas stuttered out, trying to fix the straps of her dress.
Mike's eyes were perfectly round, with his mouth agape as Danas opened the curtain of the fitting room.
“Gorgeous.” Mike's first words were.
With her hair down to her waist, her sky blue dress combined with her fair skin, she looked perfect.
"Come here, let me give you the finishing touches to make you look perfect. I'm sure nothing will beat your beauty, em-" Mike stopped when he wanted to say Danas' name, but didn't know the name of the woman in front of him. "Um, what's your name, pretty?"
“Danas. Danas Cakrawala.”
"A pretty name, just like the owner," Mike praised as he took Danas' hair as big as a pencil, and tried to make a plait out of it.
When Mike fixed Danas' hair, he noticed a bruise on the girl's shoulder.
"What happened to your shoulders?"
"It fell and hit."
"You should take care of your body, don't get hurt. Look at this bruise, it must be treated immediately or it will get worse."
Danas did not comment.
"Let me cover up the bruise. You must treat the wound until you get home. Do you get it?" asked Mike, to which Danas nodded his head in reply.
"Em. You were saying earlier that you're a fan of mine, right?"
Danas nodded softly.
"How about you help me out here and I'll teach you."
"Really?" asked Danas as he glanced at Mike, making the man force him to look straight.
"That's right. I like working with gorgeous women like you," Mike said. "And, I'm offering it to you for the first time."
"Thank you. I'll ask permission to-" Danas's words hung, she was afraid to mention Melvin's name because he forbade it.
"Why? Are you scared he won't give you permission?" asked Mike who saw the slight hesitation on Danas' face. "No need to be afraid, just leave it to me," said Mike smiling. "Well, that's finished. Now it's your turn to get everyone hypnotized by you," Mike said as he fixed Danas' hair a bit on the face.
Melvin had been looking at his watch, his face annoyed at being made to wait.
"Mike..." called Melvin as he got up from his seat.
The man now clucked his tongue, putting on a cold face.
Clek!
"Em. Apologies, there was a little mistake, so it took a while!"
"It's been an hour, you kept me waiting."
"Sometimes, you need a long time to get the perfect result. Anyway, I can't possibly let that woman not look beautiful with you."
"No more talking, Mike. Where is she? We have to leave soon."
"Easy, let me get your wife." Melvin frowned.
"Danas, come out. Your husband here, can't wait to see you."
Sky blue shoes, matching the color of her dress. Light lipstick, her hair flanked by two small braids, which were coiled on her head made her crown different from before.
Her footsteps were slow as she exited the make-up room, while the man who was waiting for her was crossing his arms over his chest with a cold face.
Nervousness, when she had to show her makeup to Melvin, fear spread all over her body, making her body tense up.
Danas managed to take over Melvin's time for a moment, the man's gaze was shaded for a while. The cold gaze was not visible from his hazel eyes. Only, there was an admiration there.
Melvin, who realized that he was affected by the charm of the girl in front of him, immediately changed his gaze, he didn't want anyone to know that he admired Danas' beauty even if only briefly.
Danas immediately changed her happy face back, when she saw Melvin's gaze turn cold.
"What do you think? It takes a long time to get the perfect result, doesn't it?" asked Mike with a smile as he looked at Danas.
"Not bad," said Melvin quietly.
"Not bad?" asked Mike shocked, when he saw Melvin's response.
"Your wife is gorgeous like this you say it's not bad? Oh My God, I don't know what you were thinking, until you said it like that. You'll regret saying that, you'll see people's gazes hypnotized by Danas' beauty tonight."
Something tingled in his heart when he saw Danas' appearance, but his ego was too big to admit that. His grudge prevented him from admitting it, but his heart was beating erratically.
Danas smiled wryly as she lowered her gaze, clearly seeing that her husband was mesmerized by her tonight.
"Maybe I saw it wrong," she muttered.
"Are you going to stand there forever?"
Danas was startled by Melvin's raised voice.
"I'll go get my bag first," Danas said.
Mike, who heard about it, immediately panicked. "Wait ... wait a second," Mike held back.
"'That's right, a bag. I think I have one that suits you."
"No need, I'll get it for her."
"No. Mr. Melvin," Mike refused and went inside and came out carrying a small bag. "This is perfect for you."
Melvin snorted. "Why are women so troublesome," he complained. " Is it done You're going to make me late."
Danas looked at Melvin.
"Is there only resentment and no room for me in your heart? Have you never thought of loving me even for a day?"
Her question could only be suppressed by her in her heart, she also knew that she could not ask that question to the man in front of her. The man who was full of resentment, and dislike for her.
"Don't you ever think that I will be mesmerized, and fall in love with your love? That will never happen," Melvin thought to himself.