MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
NATIONAL TENSE DAY

Nia seemed to step in doubt, when the usual alleyway through to the school was filled with kating. To be honest there was no reason for Nia to be hesitant like that, because not only was she the one who passed through the alley. There are many female students, as well as office workers who are also women, street vendors who flocked to push their carts, and even prospective female police officers who marooned in the morning.

"It's getting more and more of a hangout place." Nia sighed. "Fix from tomorrow I want to be fine Ikbal so I can go to school together."

Not without reason Nia made such a decision. The doubt Nia had felt over the past four days was truly disturbing. The kating who used to hang out at the end of the alley while sipping his electric cigarette began to look at Nia differently. But not looking fascinated but mupeng aka face want. Not infrequently they also throw mysterious words that sound lewd.

"I don't think it turns out that the little heroes also shake."

"That's really. Anu's milk can't lemes."

"So want. Sweetheart's got a big man."

"Jaudah, wait for it to be abandoned."

"Udah loose dong?"

Nia did not heed the amused laughter of her level brothers, only focusing on increasing the speed of her steps. Unfortunately the disturbing feeling continues to follow Nia. Yesterday the kating, now changed classmate Nia and even, Vina's homeroom teacher, Mr. Putro. Maddened. What the hell is it? Why did Mr Putro come to follow the obscene words? In his speech at the Monday ceremony.

" … Especially for female students. Do not be easily inedible persuaded girlfriend. Because the one who will be harmed is you." Mr. Putro turned his body facing class X2, class Nia. "Yes, Yesenia? Careful courtship. How to enjoy youth is as destructive as the future."

The sound of cheers mixed with applause sounded very exciting, exceeding the voice of the eight octaves of the commander of the ceremony that morning. All good school residents who understand not understand the hidden intentions conveyed by Mr. Putro in his speech, compactly turned to Nia, he said, even the whisper compact asked for virality especially what makes Nia and Zaim an easy target.

"Seriously you don't know, Bal?" ask Esa.

"To the point what's a bogem cave?"

Esa laughs. "You know, Fal, tell me."

Falah laughed, reaching for his phone from his pocket. "But use the headset first, Bal."

"Take a headset. The danger is for your ears to have minimal faith rich ears." Esa was endlessly laughing.

Ikbal did not answer, only received the headset from Falah.

"More. Congratulations to ria, my friend." He also never stopped laughing.

Ikbal blinked his eyes repeatedly. The hot forty-nine-minute video only played for seven seconds, but Ikbal instantly knew who the main cast was. Yes, Nia and Zaim. Stupid indeed if anyone immediately believes the authenticity of the hot video. But for whatever it is really Nia and Zaim. Proven in terms of face, body shape, and especially, sound. Crazy one!

Even more crazy, the hot video made in the luxurious bathroom was uploaded by Zaim himself with the caption, penetrating other businesses. It was only fitting that since the day of release the hot video could instantly penetrate ten million viewers. Despite too many undeniable similarities, Ikbal's little heart insists on refusing to believe. Maybe Zaim is a jerk, but his head is definitely not just a display.

"Is this really Zaim's account?"

"Denger is real. He said he had become a member of 2013" Falah replied.

"Don't believe the cave."

"Bal? Woy's? Bu Indah has entered the class. Wooh."

Ikbal ignored the exclamations of his two best friends, busy increasing the speed of his steps towards the hidden spots of the World Lantern students when he wanted to skip class. But gradually Ikbal's rush stopped, because he accidentally heard the giggling voice of a student. Ikbal settles in following the origin of the sound, peeks, and finds Bayu watching a hot video of Nia and Zaim.

"Flooding. This god is an edit. It was originally made in the school toilet." Bayu is still giggling.

"You mean in the school toilet?"

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The view that afternoon on the golf course of the artists and politicians seemed very rare. Safi, the former King of Malaysia who was elected three times in a row was seen trying hard to invite chat Al Hakam, CEO of the number one diet catering in Indonesia. If only there were reporters, it would really be a great news headline. When the former King of Malaysia nyperin CEO of Muezza.

Somehow Safi and Hakam could end up playing golf together, which Hakam certainly only silenced even though Safi continued to beat his punches. Until the new topic that Safi touched on managed to make the silence of Hakam bend the knee. Safi said she and Hakam would be better off working together. After all they had the same goal, which was to get rid of Nia, so there was no point in fighting each other, right?

"I'm sorry but my intention is only to not give my blessing, Mr. Safi. Nothing more than that."

Safi shook her head in response to Hakam. "The present age if you have the intention can not be half-and-half, Mr. Hakam."

"Well, I'm not as excited as you are, sir."

"You should be excited if you don't want to lose." Safi prepares to swing her golf club. "You just don't give thanks without having tactics, they can elope. Or worse, getting pregnant out of wedlock. Rich news is not good for our rich business people."

Hakam kept quiet, nodding. Not a nod to agree but a nod to recognition of Safi's talent in golfing.

" … And whatever we want to absorb we try to cover the news, our company's revenue will continue to plummet. I have experience with that." Safi laughs. "My youngest daughter once ran away from home and got pregnant with a meatball boy."

"But the meat is delicious."

Safi laughed again. "It's a pity but the richness of our goals is different, Mr. Hakam."

"Color I'm sure they'll blush. If not, they will certainly not marry. I know the character of my grandchildren, and know a little bit about the character of your grandchildren."

Safi nodded again. "But maybe next time we can work together." Safi gave her golf club to the steward. "I'll excuse you first. Meet la–"

"You should negotiate another cooperation with me, Mr. Safi," said Hakam. "I must have considered Walopun not using the bloody way."

Spontaneous Safi stopped her steps, then slowly returned to face Hakam. "I'm afraid we're on a different topic, sir. So, can you get straight to the point?"

"Bring Umar Zakawat in front of me. Now." Now."