Fisa widened her eyes so that they were almost out of place. She couldn't believe his eyesight. How could the ugly duckling turn out this beautiful? where did she learn to be beautiful? Could Papa be behind all this? Inner Fisa.
"You had plastic surgery, huh? Where? Huh, I never thought you were also interested in your appearance. I thought your ugly looks were ingrained habits," Fisa's sarcastic sarcasm.
It was not a warm hug that a sister should do, to welcome the return of her younger sister who had not returned home for a long time but intimidated him.
"Sis, after all, I am your younger sister. Whether I am ugly or beautiful like a sister. I am still part of this family and it will not change until whenever" Naya replied, still holding back her emotions.
"Wow, that ugly duckling is now good at talking, huh? Hah, it's not in vain that you study abroad" replied Fisa who didn't want to lose to her sister.
