- Between Love And Prestige

- Between Love And Prestige
Chapter 5~



^Our love is still there just the excitement that covers it^


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The flasback


Fahmi leaves without yaya. "Why should I like people like him!, he's sensitive bgt!, so there's no wrong feeling to gw!,,,, hicks,, hicks,,," yaya finally cried


"I'm sorry" said someone behind his gentle back. And yaya turned around, yaya was surprised because behind him it was a fahmi.


Yes fahmi just pretend to advance his motorbike and lapse a few minutes when yaya crying and looking down fahmi proposes his motor slowly2 towards yaya. But Yaya did not hear the sound of the motorbike because yaya was busy crying.


the flasback


"How come you're still here, didn't you just leave?" Yaya said as she wiped the tears on her face. "I'm sorry if the words I nyakatin for you" said fahmi. "What is the guarantee so that I can forgive you" said yaya defiantly.


"Lo say what you want and I will try to grant it" jwb fahmi. "Okay if so" said yaya smiling.


"This ride to the motorbike gw" said fahmi. "Huh???" ask yaya. "It's up" said fahmi. "Yes hehe" jwb yaya with a smile.


Traveled.


"What do you want to ask for?" Ask fahmi. "Gw wants to ask you to be gw hehe's girlfriend" said yaya berguman lirih but yaya did not know that fahmi heard it.


Fahmi smiled to himself and pretended not to know. "You want what yaya??" Ask fahmi back.


"Emb 1 buyin doll"


"To 2 buyin ice cream"


"To 3 meatballs"


"To 4 what else I am confused fah"


Answer yaya while thinking about her 4th wish.


"Did you say it?" Ask fahmi.


"Udah hehe😊"jwb yaya. "So yaya desire is only one that is dikabulin gk more.." said fahmi. "Cock one??" Ask yaya back.


"Yaa gpp hehe, I don't want yaudah jan to ask for a request from gw" said fahmi. "Yah fahmi kok gotu😒". Fahmi just shut up and put the bike on.


Sssssssssssstttttt


The front body penetrates into the back


Fahmi because fahmi stopped his motorbike suddenly arrived. Now the heart of the fahmi is twice as fast as before because of the chest yaya attached to his back.


"Yes retreat!" Fahmi said a little snapping because her various thoughts were haunting her. "Huh?yes yes, I'm backing down" at the end of yaya retreat.


Fahmi was a bit snapping yaya "silent yaya! I stopped suddenly it was just mo nanya if the road to your house straight or turn" said fahmi. "Straight"jwb yaya cynical.


"Where's your house?" Fahmi asks yaya because he does not know yaya house, 1 year ago yaya moved house. And at that time Fahmi was looking for the existence of yaya until now just found yaya in bandung to explain what really happened in the past.


Yaya also replied to fahmi's question "that's the color of ash you know"



Consider it a cake that yes, author confused-'


Fahmi pulled off his bike, in front of the house yaya, "thank's fahmi☺" said yaya thanks. "Well" replied fahmi. "Walking by gk?" Ask yaya.


"Don't need, kpan when, anyways also lo house seems deserted later even become slander" replied fahmi. "OK☺" said yaya and immediately went home leaving fahmi who was wearing a helmet. After the fahmi goes yaya has entered the house.


True said fahmi at home is very quiet there is only bi ratih in the house that is clean clean.


"Where's mom?" Ask yaya. "In order to welcome the arrival of adek with grandma non yaya at the terminal" replied bi ratih politely.


Yes indeed yaya has a 9-year-old boy. His name is Muhammad fadil nugroho, commonly called fadil.


She loved living with her grandmother, so her grandmother was brought to her house to live with sister Yaya and her mother and father.


"Oo yes bi thanks for the info hehe" replied yaya. "same as non" said bi ratih. yaya also went to his room.


Arriving at yaya's room directly


she broke her body without changing her uniform.


"### why mama gk ngasi tau yaya well if they want to go home from Jakarta" said yaya while screeching.


A few minutes later, she finally fell asleep.


go to next chapteraaa😌


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