Pesantren I'M In Love
1. cabuutts.....

"Skin jacket check...."

"Pants ripped check.."

"Lipstick dark purple check..."

"Ok ready.you are the starrr.." I said to myself in front of the mirror.

My name is Priscilia Adnan Prawira.

People used to call me priscil, I went to school in one of the public high schools in Bandung I was born from a pretty family. Yeah !

Discipline enough...

Enough career....

Enough material.....

My father was a naval general,

my first man, a surgeon, is now serving in one of the army hospitals in Jakarta. Kaka's second I'm a girl, a teacher in one of the smp countries, and I'm the youngest child.

Whooww ! quite impressed, no, with my family status, but as great as the family must be there are aja that stray, you have expected it, right ?

Yesssss it's me !

For me, I do not want to follow the footsteps of family as a state servant. It's boring you know.

For me, the most important thing is myself, I love music, I'm one of the guitarists of the band, exactly two bands. One band I flow metal and another band indie, for me live as you like and life is never flat.

"Ctook...."

"Ctook......"

I turned around, headed towards the window of my room which was on the 2nd floor, and opened the curtains. I look like I've been waiting outside the gate of the house, throwing pebbles at the window.

"Ok.." I whispered.

I opened the window slowly and jumped out, I went down through the edge of the wall of the house, and I arrived downstairs. Precisely the side yard, I open the gate slowly, with a heart that dag dig dug. Afraid of the will of the house, and "fiuhhhh succeeded..."

soon I ran towards my place c Boy.

"It's late for us" he said.

"Okay, turn on the bike in front of the complex just so it's not noisy !" I'm asking while helping push the Boy's bike. We also passed. Suddenly, the barking sound of my neighbor's dog surprised us,

"Suuttt, boyy calm down ! ok good boy !" I said calm the dog down.

"What the hell, the guy from earlier was also me diem, nyelow !"said my friend boy from the side.

"Hahahaha who said the same to you ? onoh boyyy !" I said, pointing at my neighbor's dog who was named boy by the owner.

"Anjrittt kacr**loe nyamain I same dogy, "unfortunately

"Priscilla !!!"

His screams, like the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs, boomed !!

"Cabuuutttt ..."

We just pumped the gas.

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We were in a crowded building. Various streams of band types, magnificent stage spotlights, and of course our band personnel are waiting on the back stage.

"Sil...lab..come on 5 minutes ...."

"OKs !" we ran ready to perform.

The night passed very festive, me and my band brought 5 metal songs, when on the back stage, suddenly we were surprised by the arrival of two men with stout stature. Using a tight t-shirt to print his athletic body looking for my whereabouts.

"Sil, someone's looking for you. Loe has a debt huh?" asked my friend Bima, while looking at the two men. What surprised me more was from the back of the two men, appeared a man who I was very afraid of exceeding my fear of demons, genderuwo mah lose ! get off the car.

MY DAD........

"Priscilla Adnan...!!!!!"

He approached me and grabbed my ear in front of my bandmates.

"Adududamu ! sick yeah, geez !"

"Go home !!" said my father

Priscilia Adnan Prawira

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