Fiction Campus
19 SERIES

We crossed a city with quite pleasant circumstances like this Melbourne. Slightly eliminate panic, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, stress, because Hajar raises his presence in the country kangaroo coated problems. The problems of me and Mus are growing, creeping into the sidelines, unexcited, irregular like when you just wake up, and the world on this Austrian soil is putting on a face following the panic.

Suppose Hajar is an angel who was expelled from Paradise, then Sidney, Melbourne, and Macquarie will be silent like Fahri, Aisyah, and Maria in the film Verses of Love when they first met. Well, Hajar is a charismatic girl. It is full of special inner symbols to approach without just anyone.

The symbol now makes me and Mus dizzy half-mind looking for a way to find his whereabouts. There's such a thing as unbounded logic to send him a packet of yearning. Unfortunately, he lost himself. There was a stampede and passed us on a street near Burwood.

If we move a little in the opposite direction, then we will be treated to the ordeal of saving money. Whatever you are, passing the Burwood Brickworks Shopping Centre, will be the toughest economic test. The middle-class people may take a sip of saliva every time they visit the Brickworks shopping center, especially Mus, whose eyes have been entertaining a glowing photo display.

He who has been working in the Malayan Tiger country for a long time, of course the papers are worth more than me who just eat pocket scholarship.

"We have to find Hajar, Mus. Don't be tempted to live diamonds in the meantime," I patted him on the shoulder slowly and he just smiled cynically. I don't know what that means. He immediately became an evil spirit that had the intention of wasting living funds.

"We need to have new little goals every day, Bee."

"You want to make money now?"

"Eh, not really. Yes it's okay, we consider the store a mirage. We're going to Hajar's location."

"But I don't know where Mus is going."

"You don't know?"

"No."

"Same kok?"

"What?"

"I don't know either, kyaaa!" Mus imitates the whirring of the girls in Japanese anime.

"Mus ... Mus, this is not the time to be a street cat."

"Ha ha, you've just become a master of education, now you're fighting on the streets, kyaaa!"

"Hm, what's the connection try?"

"Now try calling again to Hajar number held the same man earlier," Mus spontaneously changed again as seriously as before.

"I'm not sure."

"Well?"

"Aren't we sitting down before we get on the tram?"

"Well, if we go far enough, we'll waste a free tram."

"Yarra River's bank?"

"You don't bring souls when we're still in Indo, who like the prestige of riding bicycles on public roads."

"Unpossessed, Bee."

"Continue?"

"I still don't understand the location that the man shared."

"So I shared that location with your phone .. haven't been around yet to make a decision. Mus, we don't have time."

"There's always time, Bee."

"If Hajar why-why how?"

"Yes, at least you're not living together with him."

"Hm, you're starting to joke ugly, Mus."

"Yes, how ... Bee, look at it for yourself."

"He he, I'm confused too."

"Did this guy not trap us?"

"Don't make it up, Mus. That guy did use Hajar's phone number, right?

"But what if he kidnaps Hajar? That's why he gave such a strange location."

"Try your number."

"For what?"

"We're trying to check the truth of what you said. If we call Hajar's number with your number, we'll know if the guy's answer is the same or not."

"Okay, I tried."

Instantly the wind whirring around the Burwood Centre street, turned frozen and not warm anymore.

"What does this man mean?"

"What, Mus?"

Mus showed a reply to a message from the man, which he tried to ask a prank using his mobile phone. Mus's message reads, "Hello, this is Hajar' phone which is loss?" answer with the answer, "Not, this is my phone. I am a Hacker."