The Royals

Ch.4

I jump on my bed when mom wakes me up at 6 am in the morning, force me to have a cold shower and breakfast just for an appointment that she makes with her hairstylist, Yana. I felt like having a deja-vu and suddenly regret saying YES when she asked me last night.

8 am we arrived at Yana's place.
Yana's team make a quick move when they saw us opening the door makes me wonder how much they charge for their customers especially my mother?

"Ah. Madam Royals. What can we do for you today? I assuming like usual yes?" A man with a hideous fashion asked mom but before she can answer him, he saw me, "And who is this ruffle hair, dirty nails, ugly skin.. man walking alive? I remember last night you said you will bring your son, Arthur, yes?" I felt offended. Looking at mom hope she can explain who is this judging psycho walking alive in front of me, but instead defending me she chooses to laugh out her heart and point her finger at me.

"That is Arthur, Yana"

"Oh! You are Arthur? What are you? Tarzan? My family have served a Royals for decades and I never see anyone like this." then he spun me around and said to mom,
"This is a lot of damages, Madam. Hair, nails, skin. It's all needs to be fixed. But have no worry, we will do our best to fix it" this psycho clown just hit my nerves.

"Do as you wish, Yana. Make him look good. Hair, nails, skin, suits, everything and I will take Fiona for my usual routine okay?"

"Seriously mom? You agree with this clown here? What is wrong with my style?"I fight

"Oh, nothing is wrong with your style honey. I just wanna dress you up for good impressions. Don't you worry okay? You will be fine dear. I will see you later and behave. Listen to Yana, he knows the best!" I cannot believe it. How can she leave me with this clown?

When mom leaves behind the door, I can see Yana show his evil smile at me.

"You will not cut my hair!" I warn him. Never in my life, I like to cut my hair. I remember mom used to take me out in the early morning when my brain is still asleep just to cut my hair. Like what she did this morning. 

"Yes, of course, but I demand to make it in a different style and like your mom said, to make you look good"

"Just do not cut my hair and I like it stayed messy. You can do everything for the rest that she asked you to"

"Will do as you wish. Why don't you just relax and hope I can bring some magic in you? You will like it!"

"Relax when you have a scissor in your right hand and my hair in your left hand? Not a chance. You better not cut my hair or I will sue you"

"Just relax and shut up, tarzan"

I had to fight with Yana for an hour when he starts to comb my hair. I don't know why, but i really like my messy hair. None of the family members has messy hair like me and that makes me stood up because I am different.

Three hours later I am done playing dress up with Yana. But he is not joking when he says I will like it. Oh, screw it. I love this new style. He even thought me how to make a bun with my messy hair and dress well without leaving my bad boy marks.