Transmigration: In My Novel
13. Maureen Alexandra Wallie's

"Drey.we go to the perbus yok, this is Maureen Tumben going there!" Take Olivia, it seems like she's trying to get Maureen and Audrey close again. Maureen nodded in spirit.

"Well?" Audrey asked with her face flat.

"Gue's looking for a book again, and it's important!" Maureen. His face was ordinary, but his tone sounded enthusiastic. Audrey did not have the heart to refuse.

But he still feels weird, actually. "Keep taking me, you can, you can" replied Audrey. Maureen sighed.

"Oh okay. Thanks for the time," he said. After that he returned to his seat. Olivia shook her head slowly while looking at the mediocre Audrey.

"Maureen just wanted to ask for our management, you know, Drey. How come you don't want to?" Ask Olivia nicely. Audrey sat facing the girl who was talking to her.

"Gue belom is used to it. I think the first time I met Lo, I'm not used to it." Audrey narrowed her eyes. Glanced for a moment at Maureen who was laying her head on the table, and turned to Olivia back.

"Not used to it yet, if the conversation continues to be accustomed." Olivia. Audrey thought about what Olivia said. Right too. His ego makes him like this.

"Yes, yes" Audrey replied lazily.

Maureen drowned her face into her hands that were on the table, and pursed her lips. "Ish, he said best friend, but can't be sensitive if it's me!" His inner. "Or.is that person lying?"

Audrey rubbed her nape, and stared out the window. He felt strange about what was happening, so he just looked outside.

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Maureen stared intently at the person in front of her, she was furious at something. "Says Audrey is Rasha, but why didn't she know me. You lied to me, huh?!"

The person he spoke to chuckled. "Lo knows, with Lo's physical appearance, different from who he knows. Surely he doesn't know, because Lo isn't Marsya, but as Maureen here!"

"This is all of Lo's will. Lo's will to come to Rasha's place, Lo's best friend is. And Lo got it."

Maureen kicked down the table, and got up to her feet, walking away leaving the person with the slanted smile. "Marsya, this is Lo, so I'm kabulin."

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It seems like her hobby, or Audrey's real ability, is declining to Rasha. Paints. Painting has been her favorite from the past, until now. Every single strand of hair from the brush he carved on the canvas.

Audrey was in the art room. Where it is besides the park, this place is also, as a tranquilizer to his heart. Breathing out of his mouth.

"Is he really the person I know? Because even though he looks foreign, but all of his traits make my mind go to one person."

"Is that you? Marshya?" He murmured, which no one would listen to. Only himself one. The image that was originally just a pencil stroke, slowly formed a beautiful painting.

Two hands joined together. The meaning is clear, many, many things can be found meaning.

But the most basic meaning according to him is, the hand is a pair of friends with his loyalty that will certainly not make them separate.

He simply continued the old painting of Audrey that Audrey had never touched in the art room again. It was actually the art teacher who forced herself to be able to finish it.

"Em. so kangen."

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SERIATE...