Certified Old Virgin

Irka.

before reading this chapter it's good to read chapter 2 yes. because I edit chapter 2. happy reading. don't forget likes and comments.

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"Who are you?" rasha asked, he looked arrogant.

Irka and I looked at each other. How is it clear. I'd say temen, but we've had feelings for each other. You want to say ex, but we never were.

Back then, when I was at school, I was just as close to Irka. From the first grade to the third grade we were always together. I don't go home, I don't know the task.

That closeness is what makes me like him. He also likes me. We often walk together. One day he said he liked me. It's over with the test.

I liked it, but I was too embarrassed to admit it. I also asked for time.

But the hell tomorrow I'm being slandered. I said ganjen same teacher honorer. Sports teacher. Though there is no. That's the most heinous slander.

Indeed, there was an embarrassing incident. I'm menstruating and translucent. There was only Mr. Aska. He also lent her his pants. Start the rumor.

And he, he doesn't want to defend me at all. He just disappeared no longer. I thought he was dead. I didn't expect him to come again with this look. We meet when we are old.

"Who are you?" yell Rasya. Angry at feeling unregarded, perhaps.

"Me?" Irka smiled. Where to wear blinking everything again when I look at me.

"I'm Irka, her ex-boyfriend who might be her husband in a few days."

What the hell?

Is he crazy? Or want to die?

Not yet finished with the chills of the heart, suddenly Rasya laughed discordantly until the stare between me and Irka just froze.

"Oh, it turns out that behind me you cheated on me?" Rasya clapped his hands while saying that

I'm sure he's like this because his self-esteem has been cracked into a meltdown. Because Irka's face is more handsome, more authoritative even though only wearing casual clothes and yes, looks richer. Caught from the watch worn. I know that, Irka is a rich kid.

But that's not what I like. I like him because I like him. She's kind. I know I'm in PHP.

Now, that liking doesn't exist. Not even a single leaf of onions exist.

"Dis! You cheated?" yell Rasya.

"What do you mean?"

"My God, you're also playing with your ex."

"Don't just say it. I'm not the one who cheated in silence. Nyimpen bangkee in body. It could be cheating, until bunting anyway. Fuck up!"

"Girl!"

"What?" I shouted back."I'm the same Irka only knows doang!"

"You …."

Rasya's oral hanging because Irka suddenly held my hand. Of course I was shocked and wanted to strangle Irka. For me Irka is the same as Rasya—alias brenksek.

If only, if I had no problem with Rasya, I would have maki the Irka. Only, the icon is not possible.

"Irka, loose, no!" my nag.

Irka suddenly crouched down and showed a black box and a diamond ring poking out after the lid opened.

Goddamnit! He's playing a drama. He knows this. I've always wanted to be asked by a boyfriend while on my knees.

But I press again. That was, a long time ago!

"Ka, are you crazy?" hissing while trying to pull his hand that has been in the grasp of Irka.

Unfortunately, it was in vain because Irka was already firmly gripped. The pain I feel.

"Ka, pelein, no!" jerk again. I don't want to be considered cheating when in fact Raysa is cheating.

"Will you marry me?"

"Ka, are you sick? Want me to punch?"

Irka shook her head then pulled the ring and pinned it on my ring finger. Isha!

"Be the wife of an Irka. I promise I won't waste you again. Our old story closes and opens a new story, how about it?" Irka flickering jail after.

I swear, I can't say. Suddenly tongue. Fucking irka!