The After Met Him
Chapter 5

This morning I went to college with Fatma.

Where's the dance?

He from yesterday did not go back to kosan. Her brother is in Jakarta, be the nginep Dance at her brother's boarding.

And I became with the same horse wart.

"Fat, you go first"

"Where are you going, Lo?"

"You go to the bus first. Want to read"

I want to find a biopsiclogic book, gegara this morning there is a class of new lecturers. Yesterday I forgot, but I was told to read a book first.

Along the corridor that I was again following, a lot of maba that hit me. Understand, famous. Not with me, I am famous gegara deket same Ical.

Ical inceran the maba. But he's a bitch

This morning the library was pretty good. One of the activities I most males if again to the perpus - namely nyari book.

Males I really do if I have to nyusurin one by one bookshelf.

Not everything, but really males dong.

This is just me not excited. But what the hell else? The teacher told me to leave class. We will have to pursue value. Though the task that I gave belom I work samsk. Really males.

My intention is that there is a class to talk about this with Ical.

I'm still pushing the second shelf, and it's still blom to meet.

Third shelf? There's not one either.

Fourth shelf? There's not one either.

The psychology bookshelf has only five. Which means the fifth shelf is my last hope.

Fifth shelf? There is no dong either.

Wow this is severe.

Where the hell is the road book?

Make a complicated person.

I'm rebooting from the fifth shelf. I look into my eyes. Read every title. On the second shelf, I was really tired. My eyes are piqued. And that book doesn't exist at all.

Hope I live on the first shelf.

I'm nyusurin rak tuh. My eyes glared when I found the book I was looking for.

How can it be here, huh?

I've been looking until the end, you know it's on the first shelf dong.

I pat dong's head.

Heleh. Early in the morning senile.

I went straight to class. Let me read it first.

In the middle of the trip, there was a hit me from behind until I jatohin book that I hold.

Sick dong nimpa my legs.

I looked back, see who hit me.

"Sori, I didn't accidentally"

I still care about people.

"Gue was in a hurry"

He picked up my book, and nyodorin the book to me.

"Eh? Yes gpp" she smiles dong. How am I to be like this anyway? I want to get angry with this guy.

"I'm sorry" he said as he shook my head and left immediately.

I'm dumbfounded.

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In class I did not go back at all what the lecturer explained to his students. I still think about that guy.

I don't know why his eyes make me want someone.

And the way he nepok my nutmeg that I really want.

But who?

I think we've met before.

How is he in my school?

The kating? Gk tau

A maba? Not likely. His face looked older than mine.

I think I should be the same as Ical. Maybe he knows.

"Widya Ajeng Ningrum"

My daydreams caved in my legs nudged the same seli. He points forward with his chin.

And I got a shot from the new lecturer.

"Please let me finish class"

I breathed rough.

The disaster!