Asmara Kemelut
Cold Attitude
Mark's cold attitude is still maintained in the car. “Luckily I still have money.” Inner Rere.
Continuing to curse in his heart, on the way Rere chose to leave Mark in the cafeteria in the car. Ordering fried rice and warm tea.
Reply to messages with some other men through his chat account.
The treatment of some men to him, made Rere learn not to use taste to meet any man now.
Tasteless!
I'll just take advantage of them. Women are the most harmed by men. It sounds unfair, but my experience meeting so many men out there has taught me so much.
More pain than happiness. I'm sick of my role always being a last resort because of coercion, not because of Love.
My character is strong, but behind it all I have a fragile side that I cannot share with others. I also cried a lot, complaining to the wall in my room. Haha.
I am ashamed to admit it in front of others. To this day, I have never told whom my love is anchored. Because I don't have any!
Many of them said, “You selector.”
Come on!
Don't forget, life isn't just the writing you write on every plan of your life on your scrapbook paper. But you must include rational and logical in living your life even to choose the right partner.
Not a few people have been very careful to be a voter not as beautiful as they imagine when he thinks his choice is the most appropriate.
People have their own life choices, do not regret every decision you have made. Every single thing you decide, they will be the color of every second of your life.
I never regretted my life, I did it all with my sanity. I give color to every story of my day.
If you meet people who are not in line with your thoughts, stop interacting with them. They will only show their sweetness in front of you, but bad opinion behind you.
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About six hours drive finally train arrived at Gambir Station Jakarta. Rere found another idea this time.
Mark's cold attitude towards her didn't stop him. Get off the train and head to the taxi waiting room.
Rere suddenly stopped Mark's steps, grabbed Mark's hand and said.
“If you don't match me, give me a return ticket.” Rere.
“Really. How much?” Ask Mark.
Ah, the relief of Rere's heart. He got his advantage again. Rere then tells Mark to give him one and a half million rupiah, and Mark agrees.
Mark steers his way to the atm machine and pulls the cash, then gives Rere the money he asked for.
“Haha. Stupid!” think Rere.
Rere then passed leaving Mark, taking another path. He then went to a restaurant inside the station. Choose their lunch menu.
Occasionally a small laugh considering Mark's stupidity. Rere then opened the travel page from his phone screen. Find an economical accommodation not far from the airport.
Get it!
Rere found a hotel with a price of three hundred thousand rupiah not far from the airport.
Perfect! Smart Girl's.
Everything went according to Rere's plan, finished his lunch and paid for it. "Ah, easy life is this." He said as he pulled his suitcase bag out of the restaurant and headed for the taxi waiting room.
Half an hour later,