The After Met Him
Chapter 2

Upon arriving at the post, I was immediately asked a vague question from my friend. I am tired of being on the road, so they are more tired of asking questions that make me dizzy myself. 

''Gen, how could your lips be like that? Ampe this blue look''' Tanya Tari, like she doang who cares most for me.

''Abbis kecedot ya lo? Ampe blue this way'' asked Fatma, and she immediately neken my lips that wound it. 

''Sick, nyet'' I immediately tepis his hand Fatma. Original, it hurts so much. Direct nyetrum gitu, ampe to ubun-ubun.

''I want to shower first, I'll tell you later.'' I went straight to my room to take a shower. Very angry, want to be angry.

After the shower, I immediately wanted my hair to shampoo in front of the fan. This is the custom of SMP. If abis shampooing must be desirable in front of the fan. Factor gk has a hairdryer. It's like this, this simple. It remains its biggest volume.

New also mencecilin fan, temen laknat I directly break down the door of my room. Ampe I was surprised to try.

''Gimana Jeng, story dong'' Said Fatma with her watados directly to break in my favorite mattress. It's as good as it is, but I love it.

''Yes, how did Jeng, how could he get so hurt?'' this is the one I love from Dance, she's soft on me. Not rich one more boy.

I breathe slowly. I started the story of me squirming tuh guy beaten up am thugs. And they're both on laughing dong, fitting my part pounded same thugs.

Emang temen gk know themselves on. And I told them while they hurt my lips, while they laughed.

''Anjirlah... Ajeng was stabbed by a thug.'' the Fatma laughed & jatoh from the bed. Mang tasty you, really style the ampe laugh.

''You know what, how it hurts. And that was the first time I was punched while I was alive''

''Gpp Jeng, reward why you nolongin people'' Emang Tari mah the best dah he mah. Not rich in horse warts. The usual is just laughing doang &e jatoh from the mattress.

''Jaudah Jeng, you take a break. We'll go out'' Dance directly pulled the hand of Fatma who is still laughing. The basic temen laknat.

I immediately prepared the prayer magrib, because it was azan from a few minutes ago. Abis salat, I immediately check the mobile phone. Many notifications popping up, understand, data abis diatin. 

''Samain aja kayak lo'' said I without taking my eyes off the phone.

''Which fatma?'' tumben tuh son, gk astonished his voice from earlier.

''Check his condolences at the hospital'' his reply was taken by me. Dance passed from my room, she said she wanted to cook some water.

While waiting for pesenan I came, I busy myself to digerjain report from my lecturer who will be collected the day after tomorrow. Pretty nyicil.

A few minutes went by, it was good enough to do this. Pegel really try this hand, my stomach is also very laper. Dance in while carrying a plastic bag, which I guess it must be my pleasure.

''Nih pesenan lo'' he nyodorin his plastic bag onto me.

''I'm still dancing, baby''

''sama-same. I went back to my room''

I eat while playing with my phone. I want to be the same guy, how are you?

Bodoamat is none of my business.

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little huh? confused about what to write

this story is purely my imagination, understandably still a beginner.

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