The Genius Fall In Love
The Girl's Memorization

Jeglak!

The bus guard was seen back on the bus. The engine is back on, and the sound again blocks the ear from communicating properly.

"Oh iye, mas! You're welcome!"

"Whose name, mas?!"

"What then?!"

"His name!!! What's her name!!?"

"Oh!! Name, huh?!"

"Let's go!!"

I was silent for a moment, hesitating to answer the bus driver's question. However, remembering names is important, so let's answer.

"Oh!! My name is Rizky, mas!"

"Huh?! Bhaha! Is Billar Pake!?"

"Oh, don't you use Billar-Billar!! Rizky without Billar anyway!!"

"Woahahahaha! Ready, mas! Without the KDRT, too, mas?! Ahaha!"

"Hahaha, come on, be careful, ma'am!"

"Come on! Come, mas!"

I who had approached the goods and souvenirs from the bus trunk, finally pulled out my weapon.

Is correct. My HP.

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Tinunits!

"Lho?! Brother!?

"Where are you?! It's been here for me!"

"I haven't had a shower!"

"Good God, this kid is! Keep you at home! Watch out is you! Ask for a kick indeed!!"

"Yiyyy!! Anying, scary!"

Clop!

My sister seemed frightened, then frantically turned off her phone. Inevitably I waited more than half an hour just to wait for him to come pick me up who was already this badass.

When he arrived, I immediately dropped his helmet.

SIR!

"Ouch!"

"Stupid! I told you two o'clock shower is already!"

"Come! I was busy helping my mom!"

"Allah! It's you!"

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Ckiyet!

"Assalamualaik."

"Vaalaikumsalaam. Which cake was it, on the street?"

"Father, mother. This is it well, your youngest son is well use gacor in the bathroom-bath!"

"Where is there!! That was aban-"

"Didn't you hear me?! I called you shower was already a du-hour"

"I did help mamaaak!-"

"Oh already! Mamak want to buy mosquito repellent beware Grandma Dumbren you are a nuisance again! Don't make a fuss!"

"What a bad thing is right."

"Yoga! Shut up and try!"

My mother again scolded us. But instead of being sad, a sweet smile landed back on my face. I haven't been angry for a long time like this.

Back to my childhood, when I grew up. The feeling of nostalgia is indeed very exciting young taste. Sometimes, however, that feeling makes us forget that we are always changing. Both physically and mentally. Forgetting yourself is not a good thing.

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Gradak!

2 Hours later, Yoga was wearing a neat dress. He took the key and threw it in my face. Fortunately I was quick to catch, otherwise I might have broken it.

"The more days you are more insolent yes," said I was upset, while pocketing the key of the motorcycle that he just threw.

"Who would you like to minang who?! Which girl?"

"There's people around Regency like that."

"...... Is there a price yet?"

"Abang wants to try to meet his parents first. Ask permission too. Price business lately."

"Lha? Wasn't the female the one who checked?!'

"..... If I haven't checked, where might I go back, clever times you yes."

"Ah tight, bang. As close!"

We got on the bike immediately, with Yoga sitting behind me. My bike turned on, and we went to one of the Largest Housings in Balikpapan.

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Kriee.... Ctangs!

Long time on the road, we soon arrived at Anastasia's house. Yoga and I got off the bike, and tried to deduce my proposal in three minutes.

Yoga began to give me advice.

"Well, later Yoga wait here brother, later brother into do not forget to meet the female first. Don't go straight to her parents."

"Why is that?"

"Ndak be polite dong Bang! Meet your target is not yet, when you want to directly hit his parents which cake anyway?! It's obvious that this man is!"

"..... I think it's right. Yasudah pale, you wait here, pray that your brother is the right one."

"Yes, there it is."

"Okay, Bismillah."

Srak!

I am trying to fix my clothes. Once it felt neat, I immediately went to Anastasia's house and entered with confidence.

Yoga outside seems a little restless. He looked at Anastasia's house with doubt. Sweat slowly descended his forehead, and he muttered,

"But, you're sure the one you're after isn't too high, is it? The mansion can rival the Hokwart Palace."

...***...

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Assynjetoy!"

I tried knocking on the gate of Anastasia's mansion that was so big. Suddenly, a security guard's face appeared on the strange screen to the left of the fence.

Tiit!

"Waalaikumsalaam, what's the need, mas?"

"Ah, is this really Anastasia Siamala Rosalia Aning's house?"

"Why call his name complete? A-ah yes, my. Want to sell land?"

"A-ah yes, ma'am? Nope, I'm not selling"

"Okay, I can go in. I opened the door."

"Lh-lha?!"

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JEGREEEEEEEEEE!

The big gate finally opened. Slowly, I stepped on my feet with confidence. I entered the courtyard of the house which was very large, accompanied by the security guard.

"Let's go, I'll take you to Madam's office."

"Well, the masnya very lucky loh, very fitting Madam again at home! Usually mah, every dateng people want to sell land, surely Madam is not at home. Must have gone to mulu's job!"

"Well, timing? I know Anastasia doesn't work at all, ma'am."

"Well, what is iso? Rich people like this when their daughter doesn't work?"

"Hmm. It makes sense too."

Anastasia lied? Hm, that's interesting. As far as I know, he always said that he didn't work. She lives with her family and takes care of her siblings.

Why would he even lie? Is he ashamed of having to work to help his family who may be in economic distress?

Attractively.

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Shortly after, we arrived in front of Anastasia's office. With a magnificent door, as well as luxurious, it makes me a little lighten my eyes.

"Well, is this the study? Fancy yes, mas."

"Woiya, landscape cleaner, mas. Especially the ones, hahaha!"

"There-there are some."

"Huhahah! Okay, I'll stay, yeah. If there's a need call me, yes, mas."

"Well, call her make what's that"

"Come, mas!!"

And he went back away. While I, who was still in front of the door of the office like the door of this palace, tried to clean both my hands.

I took the hand sanitizer out of the bag, and I sprayed it twice. Both hands were rubbed, and I finally ventured to knock the door.

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Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Assalamualaik."

"................"

There was no sound at all in about three and a half seconds. A silent voice filled the room, until finally came the voice of a woman answering greetings from inside the room.

"Waalaikumsalaam, come in."

"........... ."

Jegreeeeeeeeek!

I opened the door, and found a long straight black haired woman sitting in Anastasia's work chair with a judes-faced face. He looked at me, and began to sit.

"Please sit down."

"Yes." Yeah."

The sreeet!

I sat down while making myself safe. I looked at this Judes-eyed woman with a confused face. Without much further ado, I began to inquire about the whereabouts of Anastasia and her parents.

"Where is the analysis, mba? Same with his parents."

"............. WHAT?"

"Ah, I want to ask the owner where this house is. I have personal needs."

After hearing my intention, this woman only had a face of wonder and disgust. He looked me in the face with the worst expression, and began to question my guts.

"It seems that I am not sure if you have personal needs with the family of the owner of this Villa. Can you talk to me first?"

"Ah, is this the secretary?"

"What-what?!"

"Oh, isn't it?"

"?!!!??"

This woman is increasingly expressing sourness. This time, he began to smile with emotion, staring at my hateful face.

"Well, let's just say I'm his secretary. What personal needs?"

"Ah, I'd like to propose, mba."

"What's? Apply? Applying for work?"

"Ah open-"

"A rude man like you would apply for a job here?"

"Lho?! Nah, mba. I'm not proposing to work-"

"It's not polite, talk carelessly."

"Huh-yes?"

"It looks like he's against his intentions. Applying for a job here is a waste of time. I will not accept it either."

"L-lho? How come mba is that? Said secretary?"

"W-WHAT!?"

"Oh mba. Meningan directly connect me to his Anastasia directly deh, mba. Let my business go smoothly. I think if the same mba will not be sorted."

BRACKET!

This woman suddenly kicked down Anastasia's desk with her hand. He grew more emotional, until both of his stye cheeks turned red. Pretty cute to look at.

"Mas! Don't be so rude!"

"Lho?! I am really flailing"

TEEEET!!-!

Suddenly, the woman rang the bell on her left side. Soon, the security guard came back here, and faced this woman.

"W-What's up, Non?!"

"Acque! Drag this guy out! Not polite!"

"Loh!? Sell the land is not so?!"

"W-what?! Selling land?! This guy actually wants to sell the land?!"

"L-yes, No! I asked you already!"

"............"

This celebrity-faced woman took her breath in deeply. He breathed it out sparingly, and tied up his long straight black hair. He got up from Anastasia's desk and walked away from her.

Sreth!

This woman swiftly stepped over to me who was still sitting on the guest sofa. He sat on the guest sofa facing me, and looked me in the eyes patiently.

"Will he sell the land?"

"Who wants to ju-"

"If you actually want to sell land, there is no need to call my parents, mas."

"What-what?!"

"Come to me, no papa. Or ask directly the form letter with my security guard if I am no longer in place. No need to call my parents like this. It's not polite!"

"A-ah, so yeah."

"I understand the lack of education, but if you want to sell land, do not need to use a letter applying for work. Until here get it?"

"............"

I, who was getting irritated, immediately understood the situation. I removed the bag and started to pull my gun out of it.

I opened up my old HP, and looked for the Howsapp Anastasia number that I called the other day.

I opened her profile photo, and put HP on the table, then faced her right into this woman's face.

"!!!!!!!!"

Suddenly, the woman had a surprised face, then swiftly covered her mouth with her two tiny hands.

"Lho!? Whoa!?"

"Shock it, mba?"

"Ja-don't-don't....!? Ma-time really....?!?"

I who already understood the situation, immediately smiled cunningly. I looked into his still glaring eyes, with a slightly annoyed expression.

"............. Why did you deceive me, Anastasia...?"