Badgirl Vs Ketos
#34. Natalia Firzhi Libra

"BOUGHT! WHO BUY CAN HUG SATAN!" My koar in Grandma's cafeteria was familiarly called Mpoh Indah, with incredible spirit I helped him sell to Satan as a tumbala.

Buset, the ten-minute balloons where we've been crowded with chili-chilian girls. The guy there too, do not know what he means masang look cake Mr.Been clamp his 'annu.

I wait for the students who buy snacks and snacks. Luckily again I was allowed to eat anything with Mpoh Indah, I was pretty I no longer bring pocket money.

I saw Grandma's face smiling. My heart is smiling, I am emotional. If you are happy to be late until prancing like an RSJ escape. But once sad I will drag on until I forget the world.

"Heh said Eagle's girlfriend, champion one more. How to sell this?" dumel chick whose hair is dyed a little blonde.

I find it strange, since I first went to school here, never saw anyone dare to smear hair before the South came.

Aelah bodo I think of the boil Nurrani.

I THOUGHT, HA!

"Yes, tomorrow stop by again yeah." I smile devil, pantengin ae tuh cabe ntar malem bedwetting him dreamin me, CK.

"South, don't forget your promise!"

Ha's?

Opo meneh's promise?

I turned to the South who again had a thumbs up with a smile of a whiny horse stamp. I began to suspect, they were not planning another nanem toge party at the crossroad Ciliwung. MashaAllah, this brain is too brilliant to think up to that. I have nothing to lose with micin every day.

"What promise are you two making? Promise to make a child yes," my tease is joking and the South just clucked without nanggepin my talk.

Deg

How painful is it?

Usually if people suddenly sane bego what the hell is the cause? Do not be poisoned by kayak lalers in TV soap operas that have flying fish mangap.

"Tan," call me, he's saying that he doesn't use it.

"Ketek lo stink," my fishing rod, the canteen has begun to be quiet signifying the end of the break. The south went back to class without retaliating.

Lah, this is the name given.

Want to eat people afraid of diazab.

Intersection.

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I hurried to hold the shucks to talk in a crowded parking lot. It doesn't matter if dozens of pairs of eyes glimpsed I don't like.

"Tan, Tan, Tan, ORANG UTAN!!" My howl fits in the ears of the South, I swear that I am not a feather crested idung nih son.

He glanced with a dislike gaze, how do I feel kek has a child dedemit who craves not kobokin eeknya?

"LO'S ANGRY WITH AING?" Say I'm cooking, if gas is mainstream.

"What the hell?" reply South cuek, while turning on the motor.

"Well, are you tinkering with me?"

"No."

"Well there's an eagle, you still want to hurt him again?!" squealing the girl, I saw the name tag on her shirt.

Natalia Firzhi Libra's.

"When have I been dating an Eagle, huh?! Don't be most slander!!" I clenched my hands trying to hold my emotions. Strongly resisting the steps so as not to make the South whine, no. Angry nambah.

Free viewing. Yes, I do have the talent to be a free spectacle, especially as a gosipan material, from the time of Rhoma Irama rain money does not change. As the saying goes, "Fate is borne by the body".

"It's all the same! Basic gatel!" sahut one of the girls heated up the atmosphere.

"Yuu! Most of the sensations, feel really beautiful hahah!" connect other students. And dozens of girls started fighting, trying to rebuke me. I started not to hold.

"Gatel, hu!"

"Still spread the charm too? Die there!"

"Most wins the race because of being bribed, right?"

"Hahahahahhah!!"

Nausea and dizziness began to feel, the longer it became to make me almost collapse.

One clanking bell. Slow, silent, and soft.

Two twangs, his voice colliding with each other. Makes me nauseous.

Three bells, ten bells, a hundred bells, it feels like my head is about to explode!

"Control your emotions, Briel!" my inner. The students echoed in their hearing as if cursing with a thousand dirty words. The insults, insults and insults kept the chains getting louder and louder.

All memories begin to repeat themselves, like a real horror movie. The black room was narrow, quiet and damp. Bullying place and face full of revenge childhood friends, blood and wounds.

It all repeats so clearly.

Bully.

Always never out of that word, I squatted my ears, trying to quell the thumping of the deafening bell. My body is shaking more and more with the adorable meaning out there. I'm weak.

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"Lo gapain?"

The whole school was like a silence swallowed by the earth, no matter where I opened my eyes. No one, maybe just imagination but successfully make the damn sound muffle.

"After you," said a man with a heavy and irritating tone.

The Tower Pole!

I looked up to see his face that was not too sadistic than usual.

"Follow me."

Lah?

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