Dear Nolan
Lari

Nesya enters her room after chatting with Adrian's family. He felt he needed a pillow to lean on now even though his eyes were not yet sleepy.

He grabbed a mobile phone looking at an online shopping site. Given the workshop, Nesya no longer interested in online shopping.He was more interested in seeing the social media Nolan Workshop, yes during this time Nesya did not find Sosmed Nolan. Perhaps with his workshop sosmed, he could find the workshop owner sosmed.

Only once a search, which wrote the name of the workshop ‘N’Borneo Otomitif’ immediately appeared Instagram and facebook related names. Nolan's workshop is quite famous in the city. Nesya immediately jumped onto Instagram. Nesya began to explore photos that were mostly just pictures of cars. Nesya did not despair, he continued to search for images until he finally found Nolan's Instagram account. Of course his heart immediately salto glee.

Nesya began exploring IG Nolan, indeed not many of his own photos like selebgrams. Just a lot of photos of social activities and photos of some models of camera shots.

Very human and low profile

Just looking at the photos makes Nesya quite excited, know the activities of Nolan activities. Until without realizing it the time has shown at 2 am.

Nesya woke up at eight, too soon to wake up for Saturday. Usually he can get up at ten after the dawn prayer. But he will carry out his first mission he must spirit the morning.

Nesya exited the room walking towards the kitchen which was not far from her room on the first floor. He filled the glass with water, habitually every day always drink water after waking up. The house looks lonely, no matter where his sister's family only has ART cooking.

The sound of a bell from the living room.

“I open the door first Ma'am, it looks like the baker has come.” Mbak ART.

“Continue your work, let Nesya open,” Nesya grab the veil and wear it origin. Even though Nesya, a former bar girl, Nesya istiqomah closes her aurot.

Chequek. Nesya opened the door.

“Assalamualaikum, Mr Adrian Ada?”

Nesya certainly knows the handsome brother behind the door.

"ALLAHUAKBAR!" shouted Nesya. Spontaneously Nesya closed the door again and ran.

"Bak open the door!" nesya shouted at Mbak Tini si ART.

Nesya went into her room and held her thumping chest. This is real. It's not a hallucination, Bang Nolan is not a baker. Bang Nolan went to her sister's house.

"No!" nesya shouted looking at the shadow on the glass.

Nolan saw him in this condition. Just waking up, not brushing your teeth, there can also be belek or iler that is still stuck. The veil is disheveled again, in addition to her sleep pajamas patterned doraemon. Not very elegant at all.

It feels like he wants to go to Mars alone now or to Pluto all planets that have been banished from the Solar System.

Nesya exits the room with a pink tunic with a mocca color plisket skirt complete with a pink pashmina veil as well. He walked very confidently like on the catwalk.

He looked at someone in the living room. But it seemed that only her brother was busy with piles of papers.

"Sister!" It surprised Adrian.

"Nesya makes me surprised, you're rich Jaelani!" exclamation Adrian.

"Nesya nih Nesya, btw who is Jaelani." asked Nesya.

"Your friends, who did not come home are not delivered." Adrian menonyor Nesya's.

"Seriously try! where was the guy looking for brother?" ask Nesya.

"Huh. Nolan meant? you know" replied Adrian.

"Yes, brother, yes?"

"Udah home! just just now." Adrian pointed towards the door.

Brucks. Nesya immediately suddenly limp. in vain he performed optimally. But calm still there is a mission to the workshop. His murmur in his heart encouraged himself.

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