Love Story (The Series)
Chapter 23

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I don't know why I became a poetic figure when I was not a funny or romantic girl, and also not a girl figure who slang like noodles, not even a pretentious artist, not even a pretentious artist, let alone to be pretentious my quiet face might be considered a less friendly and not good at getting along, even though I really do not know anything. Why yes lately I often write in my diary until one day I realize my diary is full of my curses, the point is long at times wide is the same as either since when I became a romantic figure like a top pesinetron when in fact I am an ordinary and not famous person. Maybe it's not me if I don't have a taste, because every feeling will lead us to a love, or friendship like the story I wrote here. I don't know Lo want to read or not as bad as Lo yes the term bodo very, because from the first I did not like a lot of talk but once said a lot.

"Is Lo happy?" I don't know just words written with question marks, not firmly not elegant. Just want to be someone who is as special in front of him, even though I am not a perfectionist who deserves to be flattered. I'm being selfish, he shouldn't be a part of my life story when he's not a part of it. My move is stopped but I don't want this to be just a story about me and him, in fact now there is not only me but also there is him.

"What do you do Lo !" Ask

"Deh Lo wrote again?" Ask again while looking at me who is writing a diary

"Liat dong!" Say

"What the hell Lo, make a surprise!" Answer me

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Even though it is delicious to be disturbed, before me.

My habits are written in the diary and scribbles until my book is full and also ink pen I run out, taking notes and writing is my habit, is my habit, I don't know since when I like writing I just like writing books compared to others because every ink stroke I write like the meaning of my life is shy and limitless.

"My eyes are gatel!" Taught me

"I'm here to scratch!" Say

"What the hell Lo !" Answer me

Suddenly there's someone who's watching us both holding hands.

"Woy's doing Lo both!" Say

"I told you about Master Lo" he said again

At once we are sitting together directly far apart.

"What the hell do you bother is that people are dating again" he replied

"Deh who else is dating Lo!" I answered him while hitting him with a book

"Cia's been romantic very much Lo both, so envious!" Answer

"What a boy!" Tell the others

"Eh Lo both-duan aar the third demon!" Answer

"Eh Lo has just come to mean Lo is both his demons" I replied as I left them

"Dev what the hell!"

When I fall in love with someone a beautiful voice with a smile, make love in the middle of the moon with the sun that will continue to shine. Love that gives coolness in the silence of the night and the wings of the white dove that fly give a sign of life, do not let the heart lie when the ego brushes aside love. Enough is the language of the heart let the dawn laugh at the moon of the night when the sun shines even though the light you do not feel, you do not feel, the drop of morning dew that you saw just let him wet the morning let's not give doubt to the dream when I want someone to fill the heart in a lonely soul. Chanting not for not with full happiness I strung even though I do not understand and I know why? What's with the pair of white doves that perch in the window of this room? What story am I going to tell or is this just a dream? Let the pigeon fly. Maybe the dawn and the broken wings of the birds saw us clash so there was no love. Let the Melody sing a love song with her martyrdom, lament the heart with a beautiful taste, I don't know? It may be a song about love or about hurt.

Let the fire of romance encourage the angel, let the dawn in the eastern horizon provide warmth at the end of the twilight. Love is a perfect taste not everyone has every taste and story in love both in sacrifice and happiness that arises, let the phenomenon give a wealth of splendor in the feast of love when this heart thumping fast I want to look at his face in the silence of the night and I imagine a circular ring on the ring finger of the angel. On a cold lonely night you hug me and give me warmth that night and coolness by still looking at your beautiful face when you whisper the word love you make me sulk happy while we work together in the name of love, really the seeds of love that you grow every minute of the second you give me that feeling with sincerity ready to give and you give me a chance even though I don't understand why? Whahuh? And who am I? Why am I so loving? Why I want you so much. Then your wild look teases me with an innocent look but with a sweet smile you burn my heart with the luxury of heart, thank you love for what you give.

If I was this, that makes you happy

He is the one who makes your tears

Don't be mad at you for making the environment beautiful,

peaceful and peaceful

Put up

Now, who do you want to come cheer you up with?

The principal brought risoles from the canteen?

The Minister of Education brings the key?

Young entrepreneurs bring the fragrant ones?

Necromancer? A grubber? An army? A dancer?

Or I alone carry the words of choice

I'd love to say it and you're happy

Don't cry, you'll have a headache,

Anything I need to help you with?

"What's the connection between Milea and Ikbal?" Ask Rizal

"Why Zal?" Ask the others

"No"

"So I heard you talking about Ikbal?" Ask her

"There's nothing!" Answer, then leave

"Why is Rizal the same?" Ask

"I don't know if Ikbal looks like Milea he immediately did!" Tell the others.