A Piece of Broken Wing
not hate but remember
"available umbrellas before the rain, if it is already wet, yes already.sometimes, we are forced to accept something that is not able to make comfortable, but that is the reality."
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The cold of his morning pierced to the bone, due to the heavy rain that passed overnight.The melodious sound of the cock crowing earthily signifies the dawn has come.
Nisa soon wakes up and snatches the towel in the room passed entering the bathroom. finished the bath, she is preparing to go to school.Today she will come a little late, she will come a little late, because the road is definitely a little watery and will be slippery.it will wait a little dry.
Hasan is his father's name. these days Nisa like busy at all. almost every go home from school, always sleeping soundly to make her father amazed
" these few days seem to be busy, son ?" ask her.
"actually the hell not well, but if some days it's hot to feel to the sweet potato it's more accurate😁." he replied sambi nyengir horse.
"are you a habit, the heat complains, the rain also complains ", said Mr. Hasan, shaking his head.
"hehehe 🤭 is right, yeah,
Nisa has finished breakfast, say yes yes assalamualaikum first" said Nisa while kissing the back of her father's hand.
"mother Nisa is leaving yaaa" she cried as she passed.
"be careful not to mention "reply Hasna's mother from her kitchen room.
Nisa then drove her motorbike a little dusty, because some days almost a week precisely tosca beat motorbike her favorite was not bathed at all .
Nisa today is excited, after a few days, almost a week he lazily an, this time the first hour of sports. Therefore, he dared to leave a little late, surely his friend's friend immediately spaciousness.coincidentally Nisa is very hobby, and very interested in sports material material this semester all she likes. from running, volleyball, baseball .
Nisa came along with mici because they did leave together
"already on the field all like me" said mici.
"yes, our hunt is followed "answer Nisa while running.
"wait in dong nis Lo run really fast" added mici.
today they practice volleyball, after being teamed by their teachers and divided into 4 teams all Nisa friends had the opportunity to play volleyball together in turn of course.
until finally, the hours of sports lessons had run out Nisa and her friends walked to their class.before that, they went to the bathroom to clean themselves, then after her they took a break, then after her,
waiting for the next lesson.
it turns out that the next hour is empty, because the teacher of the lesson at that time was sick so that it was not present.
"nis can chat nih swear yes is very long" said Fara.
Nisa has changed her phone number and deleted some of her social media accounts from her phone.
"what is certain of Bima "miki replied.
"males deh Ra but wonder how dong?"
"yes, read it more than die curious" added Fara.
"issss is so good that Lo swore I was dead anyway Ra"
"yes anyways Lo yes, sometimes even Lo yes" replied Fara again.
" yeah deh here deh mobile Lo , but I want to read for myself yaa not in recok in! " towell Nisa.
"well I also kepo kali nis" replied miki later.
"yes yes, just change the reading" replied Nisa as she passed from the presence of mici and Fara.
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assalamualaikum
Dear Hay, thank you so much I like it. 😍
thanks for sure it's been a big deal for him . and I know you're not that patient type .
the gift with the letter arrived and I received it last night.
"hah even though it has been for days titip innya, the basis of Lo aja that supports the busyness of "inner Nisa.
I don't want us to split up I still love you. I've also ended my relationship with Dinda "ooooooooohhhhhh her name is Dinda Inner Nisa. "we've got nothing to do anymore,don't go yaaa, I promise I won't hurt you again I realize, now you're the only person who loves and loves me the most.
I'm really sorry, I've been playing behind you anyway I don't want us to end. I want us to turn back again like we used to.
I'm sure you too must still love and love the same me right ?
I promise, after this I will change and will not repeat again but you do not go!
you must be angry right now?
I know you're angry but don't hate me
sorry, yaaaa,........
I also can't call you anymore, can't chat you again so I chat to Fara .
sorry once again, I really don't want us to end up like this baby "
please reply I'm waiting for a reply from you dear
I Miss you dear.
"it's over please if you want to read the text of the SD child" replied Nisa as she passed to her sitting table.
"that's what it is" said mici astonished.
"yes, what else if you don't ask for a return "answer Fara.
"idiiiiihhhh don't want to yaaa Lo nis just feel good "miki replied annoyed.
"whoever wants to reverse, ogah." replied Nisa origin.
"what the heck is really like an SD child who again whines asking for pocket money to his mother nih the Bima" said mici while squinting her lips.
"my cooking is poetic so badly dalesnya this is actually really severe ni child" said Nisa sambi cengengenesan.
"he should be an expert dong ya, as he playboy must have seduced the girl girl was part of his activities all along"
added Fara.
"already ah males, by the way in bima continue he said he was told to move-on but you are even ngingetin the Bima continues" said Nisa.
"so this isn't Lo bales? ntar nyesel again." ledek Fara
"no!🤬" replied Nisa.
"yes" replied Fara, then passed while playing her phone .
empty hours ended, Fara immediately re-entered his phone into his bag. because if caught can be long story .
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when the lesson ended, Nisa and her friends left one by one from their class.
"miciiiiiii cepet little dong cloudy nih later rain again"
"yes yes, " answered mici.
" Lo in front of my replacement at the back,😁" said Nisa. while grinning towards mici.
"base Lo ya is the most pinter, say a lot of dust. 🙄" replied mici while walking towards the parking lot of the motor.
Nisa waits for mici under the tree while playing her phone, replying to some incoming chat.
"cie really cool buk "goda mici.
"what the heck yok yukuan" replied Nisa while riding her bike from behind .
