Me And My Step Brothers
Proud-stomached

I sat down, not knowing what to do, waiting for my turn to dress up while looking at my budhe in makeup while boasting. Arrogant? Because that's what I heard. I don't know if I should talk or just shut up and die a flea here.

This is one of the reasons I don't like my extended family. All they will do when they get together is boast about what they are doing.

“ you haven't been groomed, Ale?” ask Arnold.

“ is not yet my turn.” I said.

“ Brian, bring a mommy make up box, we will dress ourselves.” Damien told his sister.

Brian nodded and hurried over what he meant.

“ dress up yourself?” ask Anna. One of my distant brothers. He was younger than me, but because his father was the older brother of my late mother, I called him mba.

“ yes, we don't like waiting. After all, we brought our own makeup equipment. We just make makeup similar to you guys to look the same not.” said Arnold received a make up box that Brian took.

It started to clean my face. Giving pelempab. Giving prime as the new foundation. Because I don't have wrinkles or facial problems like acne don't need to use Concealer.

Painting eyebrows, trying to form symmetric. Being given countour aims to have an effect on my semi-round face.

“ yes, say chess.” in the middle when I was given the Countour and the countour was not neat - Damien took photos of Arnold's actions in supporting me.

Me and Arnold compactly showed our silly faces. Make them - Arnold, Me, Damien and Brian laugh together.

Continued to give dimension to the tail of Eyebrows. Freshly flattened in its entirety and covered by solid powder.

Coloring the eyes, giving dimension to the eyes, and attaching false eyelashes.

Tap-tap, peach-colored blush to make it look natural and cheekbones formed from an unclosed countour are continued with a blush and moisturized so that the lips do not look dry.

Lastly, spray spray settings spray so that the makeup looks more alive at once to make it more durable despite sweating.

“ tell me, if you often dress up.” I say amazed. Arnold just showed his silly face.

“ Okey.”

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“ koq in finished form dress” lamented bude Lis. Bude is a name for aunt.

“ this is not a dress, bude. This is a modern kebaya so no need to use the array again.”, I said. Because indeed, the fabric that I made the concept of modern kebaya added with weave from the direction of the chest to the arms and in the form of long arms and the rest of the fabric to the ankles.

“ yo wes.” yes, udah.said Bude Lis relented.

‘ didn't he say whatever?’ ask Arnold. I just sniffed my shoulders.

Next, it was continued by Damien. Added additional hair clips, in the centipede up to the bottom because my hair is long enough I do not need to use konde or a type of false hair. Simply shaping and curling my long hair.

“ do you want to wear fake nails?” brian asked after shuffling mommy Berta's make up box.

“ does Mommy Berta often use fake nails?” my many.

“ I think mommy just bought it because for her it's cute. Whether used or not is important in buying.” said Arnold.

“ you called your mother; Mommy?” taya Anna in a mocking tone.

“ you must be mommy.” another tease.

“ why indeed?” ask Arnold.

“ is there something wrong with loving our own mother?” syndicate Arnold.

“ if you say wrong, it means something is wrong with your mindset.” Arnold's instantaneous speech also makes the atmosphere of the room cool. There was no air conditioning there.

I'm just holding back the laughter. All this time, I myself was annoyed by the arrogant words of my extended family, but I did not have enough courage to offend them because I myself knew the risk of going against a large family. Of course it's a conversation behind our back.