𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞🌹

[The Blonde Girl]

   A blonde woman pulls a fashion magazine that is lying on the table. On the front cover, there is a portrait of her—wearing dark red lipstick and a red rose beside her lips. There are bright red subtitles under the portrait. "THE BEST RESULTS FOR RED-ROSE LIPS."

  "Is that from your last photo shoot, Anissa?" asked her manager. "Damn! Such a beautiful pic! You nailed it again, girl!"

  "Nah, you just blow it up, Rhea!" she shook her head.

  Rhea just smiled. "By the way, Anissa, may I read your schedule?" she asked while opening a small notebook. "On Saturday, our flight to Indonesia is at 8 AM—"

  "Yes, go on," Anissa said.

  "Then, we book the hotels for two nights. We will visit your parents. On Sunday, we will attend your school reunion."

  "I've packed my suitcase," said Anissa excitedly. She missed her parents.

  "But, you said that you're going to attend a school reunion in Indonesia?" Rhea asked.

  Anissa exhaled and nodded. "My junior high school reunion. Both my parents know that. I told them yesterday."

  That blonde girl named Anissa Rose. Yesterday was her birthday—and now, she's twenty-nine years old. She was born and raised in Indonesia. Now, she works as a model in Singapore. Because her career in Singapore was rising, she chose to stay in the country. Her followers on Instagram are almost one million.

  Rhea is her manager. She is twenty-seven years old. Anissa treats her like her own sister.

  The next day, Rhea and Anissa get of the taxi that took them to the airport. Rhea opened the trunk and pulled their baggage out.

  "Thank you, sir," said Anissa before the taxi leaves.

  "And thanks, Rhe." Anissa pulled her suitcase from her manager's hand.

  They walk into the airport. After completing the process of personal data and baggage, they wait in the waiting room. Rhea stared at her phone while biting the chocolate she bought at the kiosk.

  "How long do you think we'll be on the plane?" asked Rhea.

  "Maybe an hour and a half? Well, I'm not sure." Anissa looked around, looking for something. She then got up.

  "Where are you going?" Rhea asked.

  "Toilet," Anissa walks away.

  When she came out of the toilet, she met a little girl who was about ten years old. She looked at the magazine cover she was holding seriously. That's the same magazine with Anissa's portrait on the front cover. Her mother who had called on the phone standing beside her.

  "Is there any problem with your magazine?" asked Anissa to the little girl.

  The little girl looked up and found Anissa bent over to match her height. She smiled widely.

  "Mommy! Look! It's Anissa Rose!" she shouted happily.

  The little girl's mother who was standing next to her almost dropped her phone. "Sorry, I'll call you later."

  "Are you Anissa Rose? My daughter is your big fan!"

  Anissa laugh. "Yes, I am. What's her name?" she looks at the little girl.

  "Adara," replied the mother.

  "Well, Adara. Shall we take a picture together?" Anissa asked the little girl who was still staring at her in wonderstruck.

  "Mommy!" she calls her mother. "Can you take a picture of us? Please?" Adara begged.

  "Of course, honey. Just stay close," that woman opened the camera on her cellphone.

  "Thank you, Anissa. My daughter is so happy to meet you."

  "No problem, ma'am. Safe flight. Goodbye, Adara!"