My AVN
Foreign Meaning

"Very foreign to argue through the expression of his own friends, is it worth being a new person in AVN?"

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Glad to envelop AVN, not with one charm to feel a different aroma found from his own friends who have indeed disappeared.

Is it because this long period of time makes them feel awkward for each other?

Traveling to the campus is still alone, thinking that it will menggampus equally Vlo. Niente.

Though what you want can pick up reality, share stories only in imagination. Because, no longer the same as in smk, friends are much more different since his return to AVN.

Nai..ko ndak sense anyway? Klo Vlo changed?

Well. Arinda wants to know the opinion of his best friend this one, never wrong in analyzing the attitude of people, let alone his own friends.

Longtime. Why not reply yet? Enough production of the wrath and anxiety in Arinda's head at this time.

Hate so much, should I think too much just know long reply? Kan, could Nazira be busy making assignments or still on campus who is not intent on ignoring his chat?

Clucking themselves.

Nai.besok sa called the contents of the workshop at the same school bu our Indonesian teacher.

Get to the point. There's no way to go straight with Vlo, right?

Even still less certain, whether the work of nafsi has been read or just a display in the room?

The word workshop has been very challenging the image cavity, has long awaited Arinda since she was in school.

Arguably able to sit in front of the participants of the writing workshop while sharing knowledge with them, will now be realized.

Honestly, Nai, sa msh blum sincerely anyway, time skolah bu guru prefer tmnku eloquent for bljar speech fitting skolah tuh event, klo tra wrong graduation upperclassman.

Three chats have been sent, only two ticks have not been read at all.

Is it really busy there? Arinda just shrugged both shoulders, not knowing.

Still recorded clearly, while sitting in the second grade in the first semester, the Indonesian teacher is much more priority they are fluent in public speaking than nafsi who is always wrong in speaking, nervous.

But, can not be understood as a teacher concerned with speech already know clearly where to be taught instead of just taking smart students in class?

I just want to praise the girl. Where were those who underestimated their abilities?

Arinda just laughed on her side. How shiny.

Not just a work in struggle but the mind is still a barrier between continuing or stopping looking for work.

Because it feels inappropriate values lined up in KRSM is red which is enough to knock out the spirit of the lecture.

In addition, the family cuek about the study especially grandma always breaks the mental mind, is it worth standing without a Vlo on the side?

You know, life is a choice. Arinda since school always hangs with two friends, if there are difficult lessons, they help so that the grades can be above average in the school report.

Can't be like Vlo, independent without having to care about family attention or not about his college, even struggling alone to pay spp.

Ok, fine, Arinda admitted that still need a confession from the family often never considered useful other than troublesome.

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Thank goodness this morning can go to old school without burdened attendance from campus. Just a signature nitip because the lecturer happens to be unable to enter.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Arinda told her teacher would come to school in about fifteen minutes.

Get there ..

"Excuse me, ma'am, is there Miss Andini?" Said Arinda asking the business teacher.

"Oh, Arinda, right? Yes, I just ordered that you come directly to wait in front of the room just mother. Arinda knows where the room is, right?" One of the teachers said in the office.

Nodding and then go to Bu Andini's room.

Lah? A little angry, has he come home? Or what about?

Walk around the classroom corridor, "Sister Arinda?! Arinda's sister, right, Dad?" Called one of the students.

Enough to confuse the girl. How do you recognize his name?

"Yes, deck." Oh right, "ade know where Miss Andini is?" Ask Arinda to the point.

"Oh, I'm in accounting class, brother. Up above." His index finger pointed at the room where it reminded nafsi of the twenty-four frame, lashing there.

There was a thin smile created.

"Oh, thanks, deck?" Arinda.

"Mother's a little bit more done, brother." Again, this underclassman informed.

"Oh, okay, deck."

Hm. Sighs and sits back to the seat, facing his room.

A few minutes later ..

"Eh, Rin? Come, come on. Enter the room first, let me call the other children." Greet him.

Kinda .. A little hassle well, he holds a book stacked in the hands of one along with school absences.

When entering the room, there was a sense of nervousness surrounding themselves. Because this is the first time you want to fill an impromptu workshop event from him.

Thank you mom for making my dream come true, even if only a few students were present in the room. The scales of Arinda inwardly, pleased.

Not only that, there are also Indonesian teachers.

Shrouded in haru, the teacher who once abandoned an invisible talent, now made a priority in literature, admiring Arinda much more precisely. []