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*****Zivanna Challistabella*****

Scarlett once told me, there's a handsome guy who has a crush on me. It has been repeated several times, and I have also tried to make acquaintances. Butwhat? I'm not interested in them. As handsome as any guy called Scarlett, no one is able to make me captivated. What else is it about my heart beating so hard when I look at his face, even from a distance!

It's cold, yes! Maybe for now I can call it cold. Because I still don't know what his name is. I have been with my mom and dad again and again. And as long as you know ye, their answer was really hit!

This original mah! I was even in nasehatin, in katain do not odd the same om -om! Get even a soul mate! Well, I even pray that. As long as it is cold mah, I want to be in a match. 

"Ziv!"

"Astaghfiullah!" Shouted me

"Dream ape again, Lo! Don't tell me to think of the next neighbor." Shouted my mother who was busy slicing vegetables in the kitchen

I was busy peeling onions, even stupefied because of daydreaming about the handsome cold. I swear to what is this is not clear! Don't - don't I'm on the pellet, same om - the old om. Lothawat!

"Fruit watermelon kedondong fruit, did not expect the duda in demenin brondong." Shouts my father 

"Wow, who else is a widower?" My legate

"Noh, um - om yang, Lo, demen!" Say to my dad again

"What's? A widower?" I screamed in shock

"Here you are, son! When did the caw go up onion. Don't think of the old mute, Lo! Not too young, Lo." My mother started nagging

"Because, Mother. Why is it that the same old, old and not old - very old. Yeah, yeah, yeah?" My legate

"Eh, kid. Remember the age, Lo, still seventeen years old, even daydreaming widower in his thirties." Said my father who followed me

"Yeah, yeah. Thirteen years apart, what's wrong."

"Yes, Mommy." My legate

As a result, I continue to make onion peel for this seasoning of my mother's cooking. This is normal for me, because of the efforts of my mother who opened catering. And I have a hobby of cooking bar - gini bar. Be, catering bar - our style bar. 

After school, I always help my mother prepare all the catering materials. Until finally I beberes home, like a dream girl mother - mother. Even though the bar is like this, I also understand the work at home. Help my tired mother all day in the kitchen.

I grabbed a broomstick, I mean my heart wants to clean the front yard of the house. Well, if this is how I can get a little bit about the widower. Mana knows ye, he's in front of his house. I got a beautiful view this afternoon.

Srak! The srek! Srak! The srek!

The sound of the broomstick that I use, the leaves and flowers in the garden that fall, I sweep it clean. Do not forget I hum with my distinctive voice that is a little cry when singing. But I'm so happy, what's important I'm happy, ye don't you?

"Wuhuy, there's a good-looking one." I said smiling sumringah

I stared at the cold handsome man who was actually a cool widower. I stepped closer to the gate of my house, pretending to pull the gate that was quite difficult to pull. As a result the wheels have started to drag guys! But I try as much as I can. As long as I can see this handsome widower.

"Good afternoon, um." Shouted me while smiling sweetly, as sweet as Javanese sugar

I waved my hand, and was friendly - friendly. Even though he just nodded without returning my sweet smile. Sebel! But I'm not desperate dong.

"Hay, o'm handsome. What about afternoon - gini afternoon? Diem bae, by the way dong." Shouted me with a smile

And unfortunately, instead of returning a friendly greeting from me. He stared coldly at me, and went straight into his house again. Damnit damnit! It's hard to hear the coll's voice. Ooh om, kangen very much the same sound.

"Woy, kid. Why Lo narik - Narik gate so. Don't know what a wheel is!" My father shouted from inside the house

"So nobody's gonna kidnap, yeah. Close the gate." Shouted me