"Perfect!" said the young woman who had managed to cover up the dark circles under Rachel's eyes. Last night's tears.
"Young lady, please open your eyes!" a soft lilting voice entered Rachel's ears.
Rachel slowly opened her eyes. The image of a beautiful woman with perfect makeup reflected on the glass in front of the mirror. Rachel should be happy, finding her reflection in the mirror like an angel. But there is a tightness that throbs in the chest.
"Non, Master is waiting!" said Mbok Darmi from the doorway of the room. Rahel glanced briefly at Bibik who was also prepared with neat clothes.
Eyes with eirliner makeup glanced at the door that reflected from the mirror in front of him. Lips with red chili lipstick, locked, not a single letter came out when Bibik walked over to him.
Mbok Darmi led Rahel to walk into the living room. All eyes were amazed, as well as the man wearing glasses who was sitting between a man and a woman.
