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The Dream Door is Disappearing!

"It turns out that the limit of despair alone is given, suffocated by quite a permanent period in poetry."

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Adinda is still waiting, being in delusion about the dream left there.

Does it still give a beating chance?

Harris J also disappeared for no reason, the number was not active at all. Even chat tick one.

Check for the character girl clucked waist, while in London found the most luxurious diction of Harris J when sitting together while weaving feet looking at the beautiful river thames there.

Renata was there, telling a story of sumringah with the noodle hair.

So very meaningful full of colorful without having to pick up the flow in nafsi.

Unrelenting to say that the struggle of a simple girl with the capital of the ball of characters, is extraordinary unmitigated in pursuing a famous artist is on the rise in various countries even Indonesia, often to the homeland of the interest of concerts also had to make a film.

Contacting the Indonesian manager was not a single pleasant response asa.

What is difficult in responding to the promises that have been given?

Why constantly showing off a boogey, when the concert was taking place in Indonesia?

And, asking in your mind, what's wrong? Though there is nothing at all. Just want certainty.

"Basic, cocky until!" Angry Adinda, still struggling with the flat object.

Reddening, radiating very smoldering.

Is the dream door really gone?

Big no's! Do not let a struggle and the door of despair reveal the frenetic image in poetry.

It will be troublesome if Adinda takes care of all dreams immediately the door looks haughty then dismisses the novel with heartless laughter there.

Trying to contact the London bule, a few more times send a chat that only tick one in the chatroom?

"Well, why else would a boy lose his word?!" Closing the eyeballs, while holding anger in the chest.

Mr. Hafiz was also busy there, evident when the chat that looping in sent the girl no sweet response at all.

Ugh. The pain is unbearable.

If Varinta had existed and knew the news had gone without warning, it would have been a long time to call until terrorizing Harris J just knew the novel had been held without having to see a pile of forget there.

Need a sweet response

Not a crying invitation

Script lined

A lot of pain in the berries.

Returning in silence, nurturing so many nestapa unceasingly given by Harris J. What is just a common thing in the work of not playing on unprofessional?

Like .. Collecting photos and vidio bule then make a display of short vidio continues to be uploaded to youtube after it calls jealous JJS there?

Is it true that Harris J wants that from a character girl who has given a lot of long notes in terms of struggling?

Oh, comeon. Do not be like returning before Harris J satirize let alone belain come to the tip of Indonesia just want to know who has made the work, to arouse curiosity to cancel the flight to London.

There the girl felt very tight and hugged crying alone, knowing she could not fly there added the novel at that time had not been flown.

Suddenly came to make the heart happy.

Banyak catatan bengis saat sebelum bersemuka dengan Harris J.

How are you, Din?

The girl wanted to cry now. Blasting what became a thrust in the chest, the novel still had no news at all.

Lazy respond first to rest the wound alone.

Lying the body on the sofa, while looking at the roofs of the rooms, full of feeling very crowded. Really.

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"Din, will collect file system tasks eh? We're rame-rames working at my house, wanna come?" Said Ika disperse the girl's daydream.

"Oh? Ok, when's mo walk?" Chimps are very dumb.

Ika immediately gawked, what about his trusted friend?

"Why? From earlier you were not at all concerned when matkul." Ika rebuked, very worried intervening fear.

Boost. Lazy to respond, not important either. Because indeed the dream is the limit give transit despair and then dabble through poetry futures are very permanent.

Gessa who was lost the news the more frustrating she wanted to run where in left a wound in the chest.

Is correct. The dream door disappeared! Very frenetic in diction, when you know Mr. Hafiz does not really like to respond to a work.

So, respond like the other fans out there.

Still understand and remember in the head, regarding opinions and sentences incarnated warmly through one of the journalists, Mother Meita.

Honey, not a beautiful jewel that deserves to be lifted from a simple surface through work, the limits of despair do not provide real certainty through their appreciation there.

"Why don't you reply to my sister's chat?" Protesting someone across the phone.

Adinda just smiled very bitterly, is it okay to escape the wound there?

Don'tdon't. It has been too much help in making the work two versions.

"Sori sis, yesterday I had a class, so did not have time to reply." Adinda grinned while holding the pain in the chest.

"Oh, panties." Very well know if you are storing wounds, it is very clear behind the intonation given by the girl.

Just smile thinly then, "other times if there is a problem, do not hesitate to make a story to brother well, Dek?" Oops, suddenly the hue of the girl's face blushed, tetiba warmed in soul.

I'm sorry, brother, let me keep this dream to myself. Getir Adinda in inner voice.

Adinda asked to close their call, beralibi there is a pile of tasks and he heeded.

A lot of good people around the girl just don't want to give them dreams. Quite a nafsi as well as a protest cheering poem in the produced paragraphs.

Despite knowing the dream door disappeared, it is possible that the noodle-haired bule did not want the novel anymore.

Hm, realized because it has been a few days Harris J number is not active.

Lazy forced something that is not our will, very know so meticulously dream under big ben london gives a lot of hope fly reality warm.

It was in London, not Indonesia very laugh and forgotten just like that.

Without the slightest feeling.

If only knowing the novel is impossible to be appreciated by them, better save it well and wait for the beat of time to send the novel into the hands of Harris J, the author said, without having to wait behind the balls alone.

For the dream door to disappear, there should be no more a heartbeat behind the sweet diction in taste, because knowing long-term nestapa will not be able to make peace at a distance. []