Nackal Duda
The Clever Gaptek

Is it still there are people in today's use Hp whose camera is still very minimal, the internet is also not qualified and is also still being recorded?

No, this is not wrong. This is not a hodgepodge that if you use two rubber chilies or nasi uduk who use sambal rubber beans color ijo.

Hp belongs to Tari di carretin dong! Oh my God!

Do not expect there is a four-seed camera on the back, want to line up the side like a jengkol or line up straight like a pete board. Enggk exists!

"Then what's this rubber for?" tanya while holding Hp owned by Tari with a feeling like holding a prehistoric site.

"Oh that's the battery's been spiked, Om. If not scratched will die and difficult to charge. Oh yeah, Dance hasn't charged yet. Left at Father's house. Om got the charger?" Dance was enjoying the ice cream I ordered. His beautiful face shows that he really did not know that this HP I hold should have entered the museum.

"No. I don't have a charger like this! Already use type C, even have tap doang ngechargenya."

"Sophisticated huh Hp has Om?!"

I scratched his head. Not my sophisticated HP, but your HP is outdated! Ih want to shout while slamming Hp so be!

Patience Agas... Patience...

I opened the gallery Hp owned by Tari. At least there is a camera that can be used to take pictures. Although it must be sent using bluetooth because there is no internet connection.

Then I made something that was supposed to make me angry but I just laughed and didn't stop. People are looking at me. I am like a madman who laughs endlessly while shedding tears.

"Huahahaha.... "

"Why the hell Om? Oh, and laugh at yourself! Diliatin same people! Shame to know, Om!" this innocent kid even preached me. Absolutely amazing.

I then showed you a photo. You know what photo? The photo of me with Cici. So Tari was taking pictures of me, if it's not wrong to threaten me.

You know what's funny?

Photo blur! Darkened. There's no flash on his phone. The resolution is at most MP. Photo's broken.

If presented as evidence in court, it can cry judges and prosecutors see it.

"Oh... That's... Previously Tari wanted to annex to spread photos of Om's actions. But destiny says something else. Om want to marry Yaudah dance The dance is void of the intention of Dance."

See? That's my guess!

I laughed again, though not as loud as before.

"You are, innocent but have the courage that even a sniper does not necessarily have a loh!" praise me, then I laughed again when Dari asked.

"Sniper what's Om?"

"Huahahaha... Oh Allah... You just got out of Goa? Crazy yes, all you don't know but if business threatens me, you're the champion!" I got the head bobble made. This one kid really.

"That's called forced, Om. In biology, it's called adaptation. When man is overcome by circumstances, he can adapt to save himself. The chameleon's adaptable kayak turns a faint green color while in the trees and survives the enemy. I also had to adapt in order to survive my stepfather!"

I'm gawking dong! I opened my mouth without even knowing it.

It was gaptek, brave and now it's teaching me biology. What is this girl made of? It's actually clever, because circumstances might make it that way.

"Have you finished eating yet? We're buying HP now!" I'm speechless no longer able to speak. My stomach hurts mostly laughs and my jaw is also sore.

"Udah. It's really good ice cream. I'm gonna study for ah at home, Om. Oh yes, Om, later buy cooking utensils as well. Let me try the delicious menu!" He looks full of spirit. I could not bear to hurt his hopes.

"Yes. I'll buy it later. Now we buy HP first!"

The intention is to go straight home after eating, uh I even went back into the Mall.

I chose the latest and most advanced HP. Let his intellectual insight increase greatly.

Basic brain I pervert, I choose kebaya with collar V, the goal especially if not make his 36 D looks sexy and seductive.

Dance try it and show me. I had to swallow my salivary because I saw her plump and so stained cleavage.

O God...

My sister even thrashed.

This the hell I'm gonna lick my own saliva that originally wouldn't fuck her even I'll enjoy it as often as possible.

Wait, later if the predecessor see how? It's good to be a public spectacle! Big no's!

"Not be that model! Too open!" I chose a kebaya that I think is more closed.

Dance tried it out and there was still a bit of her cleavage visible but not as sexy as before. "OKAY. This one is all! Sent to my house as usual!"

"good. We will adjust the size first. What event do you want Mas Agas?" ask the boutique owner who is also my friend.

"Wedding." I answered briefly.

"Oh... Did Agas want to end his youth? Congratulations to you, Mas. This is the candidate, right? Well-favoured. May it last, Mas and be awarded a righteous and righteous child."

"Aamiin's." Dance quickly assures. I was silent, why is he excited?

Dance smiled at me.

"I took the kebaya too!" I don't seem willing to take off the kebaya that looks so beautiful in the body of the Dance.

"This one's not gonna be, Om?" tanya Dance.

"So dong. This is for marriage. The previous one to accompany me if there is a party." let me show you if I have a sexy wife to the whole world ha.ha...

"Not most of it, Om?" dance Protest.

"Udah don't bring it! Quickly change clothes again. We go home, it's late I'm tired!"

While waiting for Tari to finish changing clothes I received a call from Papa. Papa has received a report from his lawyer regarding the continuation of Mr. Tari's stepfather case.

"Lusa, Papa is coming to Jakarta. Penghulu have you prepared?" ask Papa.

"Udah, Dad. Letters are also being taken care of with Papa's lawyer. I also bought a kebaya, the same dance at Mama's boutique" I replied.

"That's good. But there's a little problem with gas." Papa said in a quieter voice.

"The problem? What problems? Papa hasn't got a plane yet? Agas help me find it!"

"No. That's very easy. Papa's acquaintance has a travel business stay calling him and done."

"Then what's the problem?" I saw that Dari had come out of the dressing room and was walking towards me. I'll give you a code that I'm calling Papa don't bother me. Dance sat obediently in the chair next to me.

"Your mom. Mama you don't agree that you're married to that child."

"Mama doesn't agree?" I glanced at the worried looking Dance.

"Mama said, is there really no better candidate than Tari? Papa even diomelin all-out with your Mama. He said choosing a daughter-in-law did not see the seedlings, bebet and weights first. Mama says don't be fooled by people selling tears and sad stories! Now Papa is even asked by Mama. Whether he wants to come or not. Papa tried to persuade but wasn't sure it would work."

Ouch... What other experiment is this? My mom doesn't agree anymore! Huft....

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