Yes, Lu belongs to me.
Section 8
"Yes. Twelfth grade."
"Beauty yaa."
"The kids of the text are definitely ngincer."
"Yes that. They can't all see a little clear chick."
The five guys Sherly just passed by compactly burst into laughter, loud enough to make the chick flinch. But Sherly kept walking towards the only empty table. At first Sherly hesitated.why is the table with six benches that she was referring to empty? While people go to great lengths to bring orders out?
Again Sherly ignored the awkwardness. He thought there might be a more convenient location than eating in the cafeteria. Sherly sat in one of the chairs near the road. If Sherly had been with Emma, she was sure, she would have refused to sit at the table in front of Sherly. Emma will cry out!
"Oh no no! O my God! Sherly, it's table not good!" With a dramatic voice, as if Emma was playing a horror film. "You know vampires? They are on the table."
(Oh no no no! My Lord! Sherly, that table is no good! You know vampires? They're at the table."
Sherly reviews the smile remembering one of Emma's oddities. It turns out that the Dutch girl can make others miss her strangeness.
Gabriel, holding a bottle of sprit and a pack of chiki, stops behind Sherly. The guy's eyes looked at Sherly's long black hair, looking like charcoal in the reflection of light. "Excuse me."
Sherly turned her head, coinciding with Jem carrying the order.
The woman placed the bowl and chopsticks and spoon in front of Sherly. If the native Bakti children avoid chopsticks and choose forks as shortcuts, Jem believes Sherly will choose chopsticks to be cutlery. Jem has been a servant for eleven years, he quite understands how to eat Caucasian, what else has just come from the western state.
"Thanks Ma'am."
"Oh, sorry." Sherly smiles. The girl was used to calling the waiter at her house as mbak, or bi. She thought the name mother was only meant for teachers or parents."
Jem smiled and nodded. "Later if you want to add don't hesitate, Neng."
Sherly stared at the place where Jem was standing, leaving a blank wall with text inscriptions carved using markers. Sherly observed the aesthetic writing before her, so clear, curvy, yet beautiful. Who formed that writing? Sherly flinched as a shadow passed by. What did he just see? Is Emma's talk the truth? Uh! Are vampires not just a myth? And isn't that myth thriving on European soil? Could it be, the shadow just now genderuwo? Or worse ...
"Hallo!"
Looks like Sherly's been infected with Emma's poison. Where does any vampire have a cool voice like the one he just heard? But Emma says vampires are amazing, and can make people fall in love with one look.
Gabriel frowned, staring at the chick before him who was fixated on what to look at. Gabriel followed Sherly's line of sight, frowning more and more as there was not a single interesting thing to observe.
The sweet smell of meatballs tickled Sherly's nose, making her stomach sound.
Gabriel who heard the sound of the demo worm, gave a smile. "Laper?"
Gabriel's question made Sherly turn to him. The girl glared, looking closely at Gabriel's handsome face.
"You human?"
Gabriel's smile has faded. "Do I look rich, not human?"
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