BALADA THE PRAJA
Ep. 1 – SOCIAL MEDIA (Sasip)
“Again what seh ‘yang? Seriously bener?” asked my partner softly while peeking out from behind my back. Her body that smelled of soap and refreshing shampoo felt stuck to the back of my body. We have just returned from each other's work, he is an SLTP teacher an accredited A private school in the middle of Jakarta and I served in Satpol PP Provincial Government. Jakarta DKI.
After I dressed casually (we had a bath together earlier, alternately rubbing each other's backs and of course the other body parts as well), he said, I opened the laptop and HP together while sitting in this dining room. I traced some of the existing social media in order to try to find an idea to continue writing the novel LIVE, which for a while seemed to be suspended, continued reluctantly but was abolished was reluctant.; p.
Then I felt the caress of his hand begin to actively guerrilla, moving gently from top to bottom, trying to draw my attention entirely to just one. With a terculum smile I asked: “Again relapse yes narcissism? Still feel thirsty to always be the center of attention huh?” while enjoying the swab and squeeze of his skillful hands.
“Wrong?” he asked in a sighing voice right in front of my ears, brushed the rome feathers and increased this body tension very effectively, because then the nape I get stimulus from the kisses that are sometimes mild but once in a while quite hard.
“You continued the activities in the bathroom earlier?” ask me then, deliberately allow the face to give him maximum access to my lips and try to enjoy ******** from his lips optimally.
Then suddenly his body moved away from my body, approached the pantry and said softly in a seductive style: “No thanks. I was still hungry, but lazy pesen inter, I was still hungry, so want to cook dinner for us dear..last I just want to know if you are really serious about laptop and HP... any news is indeed?”
Accustomed to his style and attitude that likes ‘play hard to get’¹ I just returned to smile, calm down and answer: “This is just another look medsos only.. there was a Purna Praja named Adi Dassel, who again confided about his love story when he was still a Praja in Medsos. I find it interesting to be my next novel in NT².well most not while waiting for new ideas for previous novels.” (translation \= ¹ timid but willing attitude, like, tame-benign pigeons, play hard to catch; ²I see the story is quite interesting to be the next novel in NovelToon)
“You still haven't given up are you the same novel of your life 'who? Btw, I want to make pasta, you want it too?” asked my partner while looking at me and when I nodded, he resumed his activities to open the refrigerator to find the necessary food ingredients and said: “Try his curse!”
“Behold yes, I bacain that from a laptop only, let the writing is bigger.” I replied, fully aware that this vision is not as optimal when the age is still very young first.
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"Assalamualaikum, Met malam.please allow the retainers of this group, I want to confide in a little about the classic story of the past that still haunts me every night, when this self can still fall asleep in fairly alarming conditions lately.
Restless and restless haunts my solitude this weekend night, in a hospital room measuring ± 6 x 6 m². I suddenly remembered the love story I had about 20 years ago, of course when I was still a STPDN. Which unfortunately the story is not happy ending and ended ‘pupus’ even before developing, like the song Dewa 19.
I entered STPDN in 1998, as the 10th generation, now known as ANNTEN (Angkatan X), from the easternmost province of the archipelago. Following in the footsteps of the cousins who had stepped on the manglayang valley first. I always feel the pride when I see them coming to visit in the clothes of the cinema, if they go home on vacation and I really want to follow in their footsteps.
Long story short, because this is not a telenovela, after being a candidate for the government and confirmed to be a young king, it turns out that life in the Ksatrian is very hard for my frail body, this, ksa (dormitory hospital) subscriptions due to frequent recurrence of malaria, may be the impact of lack of nutritional intake as a child first. There was even an intention to run/blur from education, following regional friends who first resigned. But for the sake of remembering my parents who are proud of their children can go to this school and remember my father who at that time was suffering from acute diabetes so that it took a lot of medical costs, he said, so whatever happens, even if I have to go home as a corpse, I must still survive, after all, the life of God, so determined.
In the heart always remind yourself, if friends here can, I can too. Moreover, the average of them are children of officials or people who have it, if they are willing to struggle and struggle, where am I a child of hard people from the interior do not want and can fight as hard as them? It was my passion during education, so that I could finally successfully face any trials.
In part, even if I had to die in this Knight, there was still pride for me individually, because I would definitely be considered a hero, whose casket was given a red and white cloth, he said, like a hero who died on the battlefield when escorted back to the family. It may seem trivial, but not for me at that time.
Actually I do not want to mess around with having a relationship during education, even my boyfriend who is in the area, even though we do not live in the same city, I have broken up unilaterally before leaving for Jatinangor, Jatinangor, for reasons of wanting to concentrate on education. But a younger classmate was able to hypnotize me. He's a star, I don't know where he is.."
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“Beruh ‘yang, an interesting story to be kidnapped so novel.” comments my partner who is still busy facing the stove, he responded to my reading straightforwardly.
“But you should permission first if you want to make the story into a novel, let it be more ethical.” he continued while feeding a roll of pasta from a fork he held towards my mouth, to tell if it is mature enough.
“Dad, I want to send an email to the person concerned, hopefully it can be replied immediately and get his approval." My sentence stopped for a moment to chew, "Pastanya is already al dente dear..” I replied while continuing to chew and pat her butt teasingly (translation \= perfect maturity level of pasta).
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