The Story About Us
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A broken heart is natural. Everyone must have experienced this painful thing. It feels like when a heartbroken person is this free air, this unpaid oxygen, turned into chunks of rock. Extremely tight as the O² passes through the lungs.

Heleh the othor kek knows? Thor's Experience? Hahahaha who protested, mending us mojok first. Drink ice syrup flavored coco pandan Makjan brand while watching mosquitoes breed.

So do not play with the same heart if you do not want to hurt. Gadein used to have his heart in the pawnshop let it be safe. Someone take care there.

Lupain, skip if you need to. It was the most bizarre intro in the popping universe. Kelian will not find anywhere else nopel se nyeleneh this hahaha.

"Bak buy parcels" exclaimed a boy who was about ten years old.

"Yes, how many GB?" Mista serves the buyer. All buyers are kings, remember that! Although sometimes there are buyers who have ruffled the trade, choose this to choose it, this indicator hints it, nawar until the price drops until the seller smears his chest so ejing, he said, know-know must be faced with the fact that the buyer is not so buy. Pretend to be called again. What buyer did the ginian model also include king Thor? Yes, it has been described above. All buyers are king! Perhaps the difference is that the buyers of this model belong to the pir'on king group.

Okay back to the narrative. Where were we then?!

"Make a week mbak," said the little boy handed him twenty thousand dollars.

"Hmm deck, this is less money. A package for a week costs twenty-nine thousand." Mista smiled giving understanding to the boy who was now plongo-plongo.

"Do you forbid mbak?!" (so expensive?!)

"Yes, it costs so much deck" Mista still pointed out her row of teeth.

"if the money is this way, how many packages a day?" The boy will probably be a good reporter later on.

"On the pulse will you? later not listed so that it can be made daily quota?"

The boy thought. Then nod signs in agreement.

"Bak if you're on a plane here, how much do you pay?" The boy asked in wonder.

"Two thousand decks,"

"Two thousand for how many hours? make all day?"

Mista smile. Inwardly asked, this child whose child is really cherry?!

"Make an hour. One hour two thousand,"

"Hmm if so I ride a shipian aja mbak,"

Mista who had already filled the pulse to the child's number could only gawk. Meisya who saw him noble was annoyed, her puffy eyes and emotions that she still could not control made her want to pounce on anyone. Including the child in front of him Mista.

"Well!!, you're really cool!! I just heard that you are not going to buy! Who told you to buy a quota? Kids play it hp... for what? Another play can! Play marbles, kite, play ball, what a ride on a tree there!! Surprised, make people emotional!!"

"Yes..." Mista. Code to not scold the customer.

"Kok mbak her angry right I just ask, why angry? Ma'am living in what era do you ask play hape for what? Now again pandemic mbak. here once all comforted. We learn through online. On the web it is a lesson without us needing to go in at first, said the teacher his name is a lesson without face to face. Onlen. Don't know yeah? Good thing I'm good, so I tell you. So you don't have to ask Gugel what is online!?"

"Heh... Don't be just you!! I know what it is!" Meisya began to poke.

"Yes..." Mista reminded Meisya again,

"This deck has the pulse already filled, you said you want to wiFian aja but late in the pulsanya has already entered your number. Now you can learn online here, at home you can too."

"Yes yes, maturnuwun ya mbak." The little boy left.

"Sir, don't want to talk to him! She's fierce as a witch!" Catch the boy while pedaling his bike.

Hearing the bad words of the boy who knew who the child was, made Meisya angry.

"Twenty thousand,"

"Well less money, boy?! Want me to call again? Still this abomination!"

"Yes, nothing. Less than two thousand. It won't put us out of business. You don't have to be pursued, you are..."

Meisya only looked up at Mista's words.

Two thousand dollars too. Does he think his salary here is how many millions? At best also some red money sheets of Soekarno Hatta who smiled sweetly. Lha if used continuously for buyers of model children eggplant buyers kayak was gradually tuh payday money evaporated. It is good for unlimited. Fortunately, my friend, other people have not loved a chapter of this novel fitting up deh!

Yes yes yes. That's Meisya with all her knowledge!

Leave him alone, the longer the brain othor more joined told to think about him mulu.

When is Beni's party? when's Parto? why every up is always highlighted Meisya, it feels like the nyantet othornya. Do you think that way, virtuous readers? If so, congratulations you belong to the group Pio n Kamelo. The most impassioned person in all!!!

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"Why are you sure to meet me here?"

"Where do you want to meet La?"

Shela stared lazily. Yes, the talk above is the meeting of Shela and Parto in the pecel lele stall which is actually the catfish already abis live pecelnya aja. It is truly evil that this is written.

"La Maturnuwun, I love the hat you love!"

"Huum." Shela answered briefly.

Parto started the conversation by telling me that tomorrow she started renovating her house. He's very enthusiastic. Seeing that, Shela who had been so excited to respond.

The figure of Shela who used to be identical to the nini kunti when he met Parto, now changed like a goddess.

They dissolve in the chatter that tells each other's daily life.

"It's good if you already have your own house, later when you're married.You're the same wife you don't need to hitchhike in the parents' house."

"You.." Said Parto holding Shela's hand.

"What?"

"Yes you. My wife later... You!"

Shela used to respond to Parto's words. He seemed to be immune to all kinds of jokes, immune to all kinds of praise.

The hand held by Parto.

"May you wish to materialize."

Parto was increasingly challenged by the answer Shela gave.

After finishing the public dinner, Parto gave Shea a necklace. Chain necklace? No. rapiaaah necklace!

"To. I can't accept this, I give you a hat not to ask for a reply from you. So you can give me something. You are this, a waste of money know not?! You yourself say you want to renovate your house but the money is you scatter-hamburin gini is called waste! Oh, emoh!"

Shela shifted the small box to return it to Parto.