My Ex
Chapter 42

Hello ... author would like to know that his son Asha's novel has been released with the title Story of the Left Behind. Enliven the Flower Novel until the end yes, because there will be a surprise from othor at the end of chapter 🙏

Only Chapter snippets!

Just as the feet of the Flower were about to step into the room, suddenly a figure from behind broke through between the Flower and the Candra that was about to enter.

"Ow .... " The flower complained because her shoulder felt a little pain from being hit just like that.

There was no apology, a man who hit Bunga immediately cheered to sit in his place.

"Flower, you don't papa, do you?" Candra.

The flower shook its head with a pela while stroking its shoulders. "I'm nothing, really. Who the hell, is he? I don't think I've ever seen him in this class" said Bunga.

"He's a new kid, but a songong" chirped Candra. Outraged that there was no request for forgiveness from the new students, Candra immediately shouted, "Hey ... new child, do not be arrogant! Apologize for not the same flowers!"

"Udahlah, Can! I'm not okay." Flowers walked slowly to get to his stool.

For a moment, Bunga's eyes were instantly aghast as he looked at the figure that the freshman said by Candra. A figure so familiar to him. From the shape of the face, eyeballs to lips, Flowers can still recognize it, even though fifteen years have passed. This time the Flower is not wrong to recognize, because not much has changed from the man.

Instantly his heart beat faster when he realized that the new student was none other than his childhood friend. His lips were too faint to mention Alvaro.

"Why do you see me?" ketus on Flowers.

"Your flowers are fine, right?" asked Chandra who felt the uneasiness of the Flower.

"I'm fine, Can," replied Bunga nervously.

Simultaneously the student who was none other than Alvaro only glanced at the flower who happened to be sitting next to him.

Alvaro who apparently also still remembers the face of the Flower, not the least want to ask the news of the Flower. Even Alvaro looks like a man who doesn't recognize flowers.

Why should I see him again. If I knew he was here, I wouldn't have moved to this university.

Almost 45 minutes Bunga held back and when the material was over, he immediately faced Alvaro who was packing his equipment.

"You're Alvaro, right? Do you remember the same I don't? I'm Bunga, a friend when we went to school in Kindergarten." Bunga tried to greet Alvaro early because his head was unable to accommodate the various questions that were thought.

Steadily, Alvaro replied, "I'm sorry, I don't remember." Then he left the flower.

The chest of the Flower throbbed back. It feels very painful to the heart. "Why doesn't Varo remember me? Have I changed so much that he doesn't recognize me at all?" thought the Flower in wonder.

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