A Missing Piece of Tone

37. Tone in the Cry

“When the tones chant softly behind the array created through silence, right it is the tone in crying.”

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If the dream can be delivered to the hands of the London bule, maybe with mayan income to ngundang to their event, jump very sumringah.

Poor thing, the idea is so pricelessly cheap even JJS inflames by seizing such ownership of the idea.

Clearly, Rara was furious after knowing some of them responded to the dream playfully.

“What the hell, tra obviously they all! Ko half-dead struggling to meet and recognized the same Harris J, dorang keenakan jidat there, all the ideas that have them.” Vero said with a voice.

Rara who heard this only smiled slanted, lazy to respond to the dream again. I was too disappointed very deeply.

Is it too good to embrace them?

“Ko again, Ra, why are you so stubborn for an anthology like this? It's been so thorough with everything so PJ trus ko is busy with the script A Dreamsmu.” Once, Adinda protested with the proposal of her best friend.

“Please..for this time only, after that sa tra tell ko again who is in charge of their script.” Rara kept on welding.

The sigh was very long and in the end the woman heeded and sold

the name of his best friend. Obviously not in question has helped a lot in

take care of that much-said script.

Somewhere else, though,

“Why, Sir? What makes you so nervous?” Said one of the production team.

Bizarrely fast, “one of Harris's fans, my terror continues to see the novel in love to him.” He immediately pointed to the figure of the bule was busy chatting with the main manager, Mahmood.

“Novel? Who did it, sir? I just heard.” Livi, one of the production team was very excited.

The first time I heard there were fans making a novel, it certainly did not cover the possibility of jumping sumringah, proud.

Mr. Hafiz who is lazy to respond in a way to do things is more important than the question just now on the pitch.

Sighs very long, then look back at the chat girl who came from the far eastern city.

If not mistakenly remembered, the girl was from Sentani, jayapura.

Remembering the novel he completely forgot to bring, by substituting a thank-you note from Harris J.

Because I'm tired of throwing questions, brother, my novel has been given yet to Harris? How's the response, brother? With guilt and replacing the disappointment of the girl, he called Harris to tell him that one of the fans had written a book for him.

Suddenly for the bule responded very happy and proud.

Also said that the book A Dreams is very inspiring for everyone, especially fans in Indonesia, JJS.

Ok, Mr. Hafiz also asked to prepare for the vidio thanks to the character girl. Had several times toast because Harris laughed, did not know what the cause of the bule was laughing very amused, when he wanted to make a vidio thanks to Rara.

After sending to the chat room of the character girl, a little breathing relief had already completed a task that was very regrettable, not keeping his promise as a man.

“I proud of you,” just popped out of his mouth.

About a few hours passed, the concert tour was over immediately packed to leave again for the benefit of work as a singer.

Is there really a regrettable insertion, when you know you forgot the total thrust of the novel?

In the plane, in the plane,

Harris J continued to talk about the novel presented by one of the Indonesian fans, still not expecting and terkak very amazed, the first time knowing JJS made a book about nafsi.

Who's the girl? Still can not be guessed further by the london bule. Just tucking in the despair can come face to face in the room accompanied by a cup of lemon tea that has become a book. Read without interruption the singing routine without such pauses. Curious.

After arriving in America, direct to the resting place for a few hours after it went on stage.

It was a really busy day for Harris J himself, but it was fun to share a smile for his second family, JJS.

After releasing tired, suddenly get spam DM from one of the fans, d,

smilingly.

So many DMs stacked still not read, because quite sore when reading all the chat was one day at a time.

Ah, Harris J was fixated to see a single note in tears even the poetry stacked in the English version, increasingly deepening the disappointment of not asking for the novel in Mr. Hafiz, before his departure to America.

I was jealous

When you make out

with your routine

I grimaced

When I found out my novel was crying

The way the Jung family read my novel

My concern is nothing more

Is my mind overstepped?

Until I have trouble breathing?

Just given a crying breakfast

Seeing my novel is not so well-preserved

Very talented also in music, without realizing there is a smile that adorns the face of the london bule.

Harris J's mistake was not to ask or ask where she was now, in order to be sent to London so she could post to a personal account, as evidence of awe and pride in the writing and tone in a slight cry of pain in the heart of Harris J, does not give an appreciation.

The novel has been made from fans for her.

Sorry.. Getir Harris J's.

The first time did not expect to send a gift that made Harris J amazed, after that did not struggle to embrace sincerely. The more make the girl feel does not mean give a novel to nafsi.

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Sighs very long, so insignificant is a work that is fairly rare among JJS gifts often seen Harris J?

Sneaking is very painful.

Arg. Why do you always struggle but get nothing but wounds and tears?

It's just still intact with a dream record already torn with a barrier forgotten by the manager of Indonesia Harris J.

“Sa tasa Harris tra read a novel,” lirih Rara.

“Trus..now where is that person?” Vero said with excitement.

Is it still important to discuss something that is completely unappreciated at all - an important person for Harris J?

Still silent for quite a while, there was not a word that Rara wanted to say except smile very wryly.

“Ra, let's go, let's make her follow! I met him and

send ko novel, kitong back here again.” Buru Vero is very passionate.

Rara smiled very bitterly, “kayaknya Harris su depart deh? Trada in jakarta again. Because, I had time to get info from Mr. Hafiz if that night was his last concert in indo.” The infusion is very painful.

Likewise with a novel that forgot to be loved by Harris J. Fix already, sa novel is indeed trash for them especially for the bule! Upset Rara inwardly, exclaiming in great anger.

That night at home, it felt very quiet alone in the room better go out to sit at the auntie stall.

Unknowingly the cousin sister came out with sumringah faces, suddenly for Rara

gawking why just popped into the mind of the girl.

“Kak, Ra? When is the day, see Kak Luthfi gonjengan same girl. Is that her boyfriend?” Cetus Bagas exclaimed cheerfully.

There was a slight sense of slicing after finding news that did not want to be scraped by Rara anymore.

But, just by being blatantly triggered let alone seeing the face of his cousin's sister.

“Hm.” Then answered very cute, while busy with flat objects being held in his hands.

Honestly, the heart is very sick again reminded again with a piece of the lost tone is being joined affectionately by women who are more attractive than themselves.

“Can you date another girl?” Why Bagas who increasingly kepo, want to know more details of the man's feelings?

Ah, right too. Rara thought for a moment, that the cousin in front of this thought there was still a special relationship. And, that's because it's a big question why would you want to be with another woman besides her brother?

“Can lah.” Rara chimed in with a flat face, really inwardly tormented once said things that do not fit the feeling.

No response yet, “bear already, de dating someone else.” What made the girl chirp, sounded very jealous.

My heart is perfect because there is a piece of your heart in it.

After making that status in whatsapp, without realizing the guy guitarist saw enough to make

rara's chest is racing really fast, salting is it?

Loss of appetite to enjoy the air outside, immediately return to the house.

After arriving in the room, lock with a flat face.

Sis, want to confide.about Luthfi..

Pingback,

Hmm. deck, there is another man who is better.krna hngga at this time he msh jdi kcil child for kk. As a man, he can't set an example. Not an example, bcra sj is still bljar. Cri another man. Okay ignore all those flavors. Rara's tougher than Rara's mind.

Smilingly. It turns out that the sister's failed translation of the girl's understanding of who is worthy of accompanying the heart is being raged by the fake song given Luthfi.

Still can not avoid if the heart really is not as easy as it sloughs the taste of the tones of a guitar quote that has long been used in delusions, expecting a piece of sweet notes in the array. Turns out to go without saying goodbye. []