Being beautiful is not a crime, but acting beautiful is.
Went to my cousin's wedding this afternoon.
Mum made me put on my black kebaya which i wore with her plain kain.
To top it up, my tudung was hot pink.
I didnt expect my outfit to be great. More or less, beautiful.
Mum greeted my whole family at the carpark and the first person she came running to was me.
She then stroked my back and told me how beautiful i was.
I blushed and thanked her, of course.
She was the one who dolled me last night into this unfamiliar girl.
I entered the multi-purpose hall where the wedding was held.
I swear pairs of eyes were aiming me.
Again, i blushed a hell lot. Im not used to being praised because of my looks.
I salamed the people whom i recognised and proceeded to helping my dearest aunt in the arranging of kueh-muehs. She too, had her eyes on me.
The whole wedding should have ended just the way i wanted.
But, i found myself moving awkwardly because, my super hot and cute cousin was watching me.
He had his eyes stuck on me. Wherever i go.
It kind of scared me when mum told me how she noticed my cousin watching me.
I just kept quiet.
Being beautiful is so not my thing.
BUHHBYE
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