Dear High School Girl Om Duda

Dear High School Girl Om Duda
QUEENA WHERE?


Friska had just arrived at the class when she found a birthday invitation on her desk.


"What is this for?" Friska muttered as she opened the birthday invitation.


"Franklyn?" Dagi Friska frowned as she read the name on the invitation and the girl immediately took it down*s, then threw it into the trash in the corner of the classroom.


"Eh, got an invitation from Franklyn, didn't you?"


"I got it!"


"I got it too!"


"Yeah!"


Friska still hears whispers from her classmates about Franklyn's birthday invitation and as usual, they get excited and act better as if Franklyn is a special guy who deserves to be idolized.


Hmh!


Just like the devil, many people like it!


"Amit-amit! Amit-amit! Don't like it later if it's big, yeah, Dek!" Friska rubbed her own stomach while she was thinking about Franklyn's demonic behavior.


"Why, Fris? Wish your son looked like me, huh?" Tanya Sashi who just came whose mouth was immediately smothered by Friska.


"Don't be loud!" Delik Friska on Sashi.


"Eh, yes! Sorry!" Sashi smacked his lips on his own, which sometimes had no brakes.


"Dower later if you hit him like that!" Ledek Friska chuckled.


"No! Get hot later like Angelina Jolie!" Sashi pursed his lips.


"Angelina Jontor yes!" Ledek Friska once again who instantly made Sashi a manyun.


"By the way it's been about Franklyn's birthday invitation! Want to be invited by s3x party though! Wear the cover of your birthday, preet!" Cibir Sashi is as usual more up to date than Friska.


"You got one too?" Ask Friska full of questions.


"Dikasi was the same Franklyn! He said tell me to make you too. I'm clamming the invitation garbage!" Sashi cheered as if it was a funny thing.


"My mountain was thrown in the trash, too" Friska reported. Both friends immediately did tos.


"By the way, did you talk to Briel about that?" Sashi lowered his tone.


"Udah last night. I hope Mas Briel isn't a bucket." Friska replied expectantly.


"Trus, what is Om Briel's expression? Shocked, blacked out, or salto?" Sashi asked who seemed very curious.


"Shock, smile, until it hit me all night. Can engap," Friska story while smiling sumringah.


"Duh! The one that hugged the husband all night! So baper."


"When I'm around, it's a bobok" said Sashi.


"The first school was real! He said he wanted to be a doctor!" Friska shook her best friend's head and the two slenderly chuckled together.


"Eh, yes! Orderan bed linen you're selling, huh? Mama said, a lot of practice has you," Sashi switched the conversation.


"Yes, the sustenance of the baby's bread as it were," Friska rubbed her own stomach.


"Trus money want you to take it now or let mama take it first?" Ask Sashi again.


"Titip on mama you used to be able to, right? Let the gathering is a bit much to buy baby equipment later," said Friska conveyed his intention.


"The fear is even exhausted if it holds me," continued Friska again.


"Can! I'll tell Mama. Anyway, when do you need the money, talk directly to Sashi later I love." Sashi's message immediately made Friska nod.


"Eh, I'll promise to buy you meatballs if my bed sheet order a lot. My wife will buy it!" Friska next recalled her promise to Sashi the other day.


"Have money?" Tanya Sashi hesitated.


"Pah help mama make cake. It is okay to buy only two bowls of meatballs," replied Friska showing off.


"Yes. Ordinary only until nine o'clock have been told to rest with Mother. Now Mas Briel helped make the cake because of the order of many" Friska again.


"Baby bread is like that too! You've been helping promote diem-diem."


"Do you know you're helping out with the promotion?" Ask Sashi kepo.


"Mother doesn't know yet!" Friska replied grimacingly along with the school entrance bell that had rang.


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Friska came home late in the afternoon because there were additional lessons ahead of the exam that would last another week.


"Racid?" Ask Gabriel who can now routinely pick up Friska while delivering ordered cakes or sometimes cake shopping as well.


"Little. Hungry too" complained Friska who is more often hungry now.


Strange indeed!


Other pregnant women usually have nausea and vomiting in the early trimester. But Friska did not even nausea vomiting and even doyan eat. Looks like Friska's baby candidate is understanding.


"Eat first! Want meatballs or chicken noodles?" Tawar Gabriel while tidying Friska bangs that are vased by sweat.


"Siomay can?" Friska made another choice.


"Can!"


"Come, up!" Tell Gabriel next after putting the helmet on Friska's head.


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The clock was five o'clock in the afternoon when Friska and Gabriel arrived home.


"Belcome, Bund!" Gabriel placed two packs of siomay onto the dining table.


"Who bought it?" Ask Bunda Laksmi full of investigation.


"Tadi Friska ngi-" Gabriel did not continue his sentence because his leg was suddenly stepped on by Friska.


"Friska who treat because of the order of the bed linen is many, Bund!" Gabriel quickly corrected his answer.


Mother Laksmi sighed.


"Just because you can make your own money, doesn't mean you can just go on, Fris! The money is saved and don't be squandered like this!" Mother Laksmi's Advice to Friska.


"Yes, Bund! It's just once in a while and not every day." Friska looking for an excuse.


"Udah bought Friska eaten first, Bund!" Gabriel embraces the shoulder of Mother Laksmi and slightly dampens the emotions of the mother.


"Yes! You continue to print the cake! Staying rounded is the bastard! It's mother takar!" Mother Laksmi's word to Gabriel.


"Where is Queena, Bund? Still taking a nap?" Friska asked looking for Queena's whereabouts.


"Had been picked up by his friend. He said there was a birthday or something," replied Mother Laksmi before Friska's in-laws began to eat her siomay.


"Where is the year?" Ask Gabriel who has started rounding the nastar dough.


"To his friend's house! That was your permission, Briel!" Mother Laksmi reminded again and Gabriel finally nodded and continued his work.


Unlike Friska who felt something was wrong. Don't let Queena come to Franklyn's birthday this afternoon. But maybe Friska should make sure!


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