YOUNG DETECTIVE
Promo: Bottom of the trailer

Hello brothers, brother,

It's been a week since Otor finished this Young Detective. Otor apparently still feels sorry to write jokes in this story.

Accustomed to writing heavy stories, there was a dugh dugh dagh his, when writing light stories, Otor felt there was less.

Later if there is another YMYB event, Otor want to write a bad story again. Anyone want to read it if the title is below?

Otor likes weird, huh nulisnya? The Otor also wondered why the direction of the Otor could be nyeleneh mulu. Though I know it is rarely glimpsed. Do you want to write hot-hot pop? Definitely on rame .. wkwkwkwk ...

The problem is the Authority of a teacher ... Likes students read Otor's work 🤣🤣🤣

So Otor did not dare to write a frenetic.

How's this story? It has a HOT as well. But this Otoritas guarantees a freak ... 🤣🤣🤣

Endings time yesterday, hot feeling cold The author wrote 🤣🤣🤣

Well, here's ... Hopefully, the Author Level will rise to Silver in early March. Because the Otor has promised to make Extra part if it has leveled up, the Otoritas must fulfill.

The Authority is still hesitant about participating in the Changing Destiny event. But Otor knew it first. Who knows if someone will stop by. Doubt because of the very crowded pemesh .. hohoho ... The new authorities joined here about 4 months, had lost before the war it felt.

This is Otor made in response to the story of Hot Duda But Kere. Kayak maksa-maksain this story made couple .. wkwkwkwk ....

Oh yes, Otor want to ride the promo of cement works as well. The story is funny you know. let's stop by .. stop by at all yes. leave his favorite mark ... Let's see that Fav a lot, Otor more spirit nulis.

Another one has our sister, please support as well. This is what makes me still a school lhoo... Who knows when the more rame our sister is becoming more and more eager to write it. 😇😇😇

Waiting for ya gaes.

😘😘😘

😉😉😉

Footage :

"If you still choose him, don't expect you to enjoy whatever you've received. You will be removed from this Family Card! Don't expect you to get an inheritance when Papa dies!"

Still ringing clearly in my ear, Papa said four years ago. When I asked for the blessing to marry Ratna, the mother of Hanza. However, the family does not allow to marry the choice of my heart.

My family didn't like Ratna for being disrespectful when we visited our house. Glancing at all the sacred objects of mama's favorite with a mocking look. At that moment, my mother was angry with me. Told me to stay away from him.

However, somehow I used to be so crazy about her complete beauty. Close my eyes to all the bad things he has. So that I just realized my stupidity, the wrong choice. When I caught him at a nightclub where I worked part-time.

We were divorced for exactly one month. After finding her playing behind me, I was on the edge of the beach making a living for her and Hanza. He's making out at a nightclub where I work, with a rich old man. How surprised he was, knowing I worked here.

Great fights between us were inevitable. Finally, he chose to divorce me. Right, she divorced me for not being able to make her happy.

"I regret choosing you! It's free to be a rich kid, but you can't give me anything! We better split up!" that's how he said it out loud to me. Dugh, remembering that back makes my heart ache.

Why don't I apply for jobs in big companies? That's because Papa asked for his connection to blacklist my name. All the big companies in this city are not willing to accept me, because of the request of a Raden Mas Basupati Jayaningrat, the famous retail ruler in this country. Poorly enough, I wasn't accepted wherever I applied for a job.

I looked at the diploma I accidentally put into a picture frame. The predicated value of the coumload is not useful at all. It is like a memory that can only be seen, but cannot be used.

Ratna willingly handed over our two-year-old son, for my care. It was heard from his mouth saying that he would marry the man soon after his idiom was over.

Hmmm, how good his life is. After I was fired as a rich kid, he left me with a million miseries left. Awakening from a long daydream, while putting Hanza to sleep in a swing. I see the time has shown at twelve noon.

It's lunch time soon. There will come customers who flock to eat in this cheap little stall. Customers who usually come are people who work as angkot drivers, kinkers, or people who work around the terminal. The shop is located in the city transport terminal.

Ever since I parted with Ratna, Hanza has been forced to take me everywhere. Including to work. Every afternoon, I put Hanza in the swing until she fell asleep. When he sleeps, it is time for me to seek sustenance. One by one, the customers began to arrive.

"Bang, one vegetable chicken rice!" the first customer to attend.

"Ready Om!" I immediately told the shop owner who was in charge of taking food. I prepared a free glass of water for her.

Next three customers at once entered our shop. I walked quickly to the table they chose.

"Bang, I have chicken rice soy sauce as a serving of vegetables." I immediately noted it so as not to be wrong.

"Gue rice is just as good, so it's cheap." I recorded it back.

"Gue rice is the same as rendang, plus vegetables of course." I recorded it back.

With a loud cheer, I conveyed the menus that the customers requested to the shop owner. I prepared water for each of them with one glass. With a quick step I took the first customer's order. Directly I deliver, so as not to wait too long.

Next I take the order of the second three people, I hand it over to them. Before long, like a tidal wave, customers come in many numbers at once. I recorded their menus one by one.

Of the many men, tucked in one hooded girl looks very pretty. He sat with them. This is the first time I've seen him, after all this time working in this stall. I recorded the order of everything, I immediately conveyed to be prepared immediately.

Before long, the food they ordered I brought with me the tray. Then I leave it to them one by one. I saw the girl looking at me and smiling sweetly at me. I also prepared to return his smile.

"Mara!" a call from the shop owner's mother. This shop mom just bothers me. Didn't you see this young child is casting charm?

I came back to pick up the same iced tea table.

"Don't lyrics first! Now work first!" he said he handed over some iced tea that he had prepared. Back I put the order to the table of the pretty pink-hooded girl.

Customers who come at lunch time are very crowded. Too bad I went through the sight of meeting that sweet girl.

However, he will definitely retreat, knowing that I am a widower. Moreover, only widower, who does not have a steady income. Aah, I have. I can only see it once. Wash your eyes, it's okay.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the customers who came were not as crowded as before. At that time, I could go back home, or switch to another job.

"Amara!" call the shop owner's mother.

"Yes Ma? What's up?"

"What if you try to register for office work? You're a scholar, you're tall, you're handsome, it's a pity that you look like that if you only work in this shop."

"Will you fire me?"

HOT DUDA BUT KERE