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“Adinda shakes very softly, is it worth watching a competency where the intonation is very sweet transit through the earlobe?"

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Already moving into 2018, news of a wish on the novel in order to be in the grasp of a noodle-haired bule, still not moving at all from there.

Just wondering how Harris J felt when he received the package that contained something more and more smile on his face.

Hufs. Sighs very upset. Gusar, no longer find the sweet promise of the Indonesian manager the first time to express the sodor novel directly into the hands of Harris J.

Substantial. Just give it a moment's pleasure, is it worth getting enough for a simple girl with a real struggle?

Oh, naw.

If only knowing the Indonesian maneger is very arrogant, would not want to fly with a swing of sumringah to the post office.

The sheets are somewhat better used snack filling the stomach, than eating breakfast sorrow from Mr. Hafiz.

Plus Gessa hasn't heard since voicing the proposal to the red mountain. Make the girl frustrated.

Where to escape a happy boundary for a moment, when friends go without cause?

"Why? Is there a problem?" Ask me, worried.

Suddenly surprised, did not realize since when it had daydreamed like this until finely reprimanded by campus friends.

Glancing at a glance, then shaking indicates not being in a dense fog.

And, unexpectedly the girl, her college friend just nodded casually not wanting to be too deep to pry the privacy of nafsi.

Sometimes there are windows in a poem eager to feel what the warmth behind the attention of a close friend means, even Adinda herself is not necessarily convinced that the woman is sincere in holding fingers not as good as they achieve repetition at school.

"Eh, Din, we'll be working practicum at my house." Again, to hear this so many times.

Maybe just a slash, let alone know there is a smart Livia, to be a decorator of their friendship spaces.

If only having a brain equivalent to a smart child, certainly do not feel the hassles in terms of finding friends even maintain even though it is made in an immoral way from his own classmate.

People sometimes forget to say thank you, ask for help, sorry, simple words that are not at all practiced in their daily lives on campus.

"Dec, remember, never shoulder the burden of ade yourself. Weight, live college life with just enjoy." Once, Andy said that, while eating together at the flagship dumpling noodle stall.

Grimaced.

Where the hell is Gessa? Why send friends, what is this worth calling a friendship, if Gessa herself is not too concerned with the meaning of AVN let alone the big dreams of loved ones.

Returning from campus, can not wait to immediately rest tired so that the head is not too heavy, if forced not to take a nap.

Why not visit Kapuk island? The eyeball captures one happiness belonging to fans who have a golden opportunity directly praised the idol through one poster.

"Harris.." Whine Adinda, a little depressed.

Wanting to call Aisha cousin of london noodle hair in exchanging stories about friends who are busy, did not take the time to ask the existence of the novel in Mr. Hafiz.

Arg. Again, clucking. A very broken decihan was heard behind the whistling of the cavities of despair incarnated the cry of the ball of characters the girl in silence.

Gamelan. There is no very sweet change in getting except the crying, the tightness, the broken coming from the whimpering of the ball of despair squealing at the hallucinations there.

If you are friendly with Caucasians, it is very reassuring to the inner image. Really.

Once, "why the hell, brother Adinda chased people who were far away so, until to london. Why not get close, like an Indonesian artist? Kan, it's not hard if you want to nyodor kadinya." Anisa, the younger sister who met through Nurul.

Grimaced. When hearing very honest narration filled with many delusions of preserved nafsi.

Yeah. Indeed, the reality of mentioning the lines of wounds, when photographing the routine of the bule is very sumringah. While the ball hopes to have swung a lot of beauty limit until accompanied by dust.

However, Adinda again remembered one beautiful diction full of joy.

"I also want to be her best friend Harris J, well that's it, it feels impossible." Ika chirped while followed by a small ruckus.

Once, sitting while waiting for a lecturer teaching unexpected characters girl heard the same dream. But, is it because of hearing the story of his struggle, therefore want to be the same, become a friend of the bule as well?

Hm, no problem, while good friends. It has been explained also, if building a fellow Muslim friendship will be much more beautiful and peaceful.

Harris J is also a humble person who sometimes mengeselin but many send kidung-kidung behind the symphony of creativity of each fan. Making a valuable slip has the meaning of JJS around the souls of Harris J.

And, Adinda is one of the billions of fans who protest to reject being made a fan but a legitimate friend of the noodle hair.

Honestly, the first time I arrived in my own room, Adinda jumped sumringah after a vacation from London. Made the legitimate friend of the bule in the city of big ben.

Friends till jannah's. Pursue a title it from the hair of London noodles, but seeing a solid routine was often the absence of the chatroom Adinda, slightly bent full face bitterly.

Oh, almost forgetfulness when already photographing and storing good information about the brousur.

Is it possible to resist the jealousy of raging in the chest of the temples being forcefully torn by the brouser?

Indeed, Adinda does not have the talent plastered very full of soft symphonies through it, as desperate as has fallen asleep behind a pile of dust has been in the lap of Harris J.

Will replace the bitter taste, see the helplessness of talent in the field plastered magnificently in the poster.

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"Din, do I want to talk to you about something? But don't be mad, eh?" Suddenly Ika said, very disturbing the souls of the characters girl for a moment.

Suddenly stopped for a moment in removing the motorbike from the front parking lot of the campus faculty.

Getting a plan towards the back, while coding a slow nod after that Ika tried to ventured to convey something important as well as the health interests of her campus friend.

“I want you to stop writing. Uh. That means you can be a writer, at least you remember as a student there is a big responsibility for you. Masa iyo want to see your ipk fall trus? You'll be far behind with us, Din. I like this because I care about your college.” Urai Ika's. Full of very sincere.

Ah, that's right. Since pursuing Harris J and hoping for certainty allowed to expand through dust by the Indonesian manager, unknowingly hit by a firm reprimand by his own close friend.

There was a bitter smile there and the other side was very carefree to see Ika worrying about an ipk was often drooped by the relaxed property of Adinda.

Ugh, explained again, the mentality of a child dropped by his own family causes him not to be serious in pursuing a mind where there is a huge responsibility there.

Ika is very true and it really slaps the heart of nafsi already surrounded on a comfortable segment made by himself.

Because indeed since before officially being a student, only in the throw complaints from the family why not work and prefer to continue college, while the brain is not equivalent to a smart child in the past.

Thanks, have noticed my studies let alone remind my ipk. Getir Adinda in the inner voice is very regrettable.

He wanted to eat first at the three prumnas, as usual, dumpling noodles and Ika said that the money was running out because in class he had bought the diktat. On the smooth and fast tepis of his friend, if this time will treat.

There's something important very pleasing to the girl's thirst. Because Ika had awakened to focus on the mind again, because the dream and hope of seeing Harris J held the novel to the limit of hallucinations alone.

Half an hour later, they finished eating and drove Ika back home.

Up to the front of his close friend's house, before installing the heataet perfectly.

The earlobes catch the chirp very tucking meaning.

“Remember uh.if you go home, don't stay up again. Straight break! Your head hurts again!” Sweet full diction, make Adinda chuckle.

Maintaining a friendship is not easy, sometimes there is a storm rejecting rough and longing waves coming from the third person, damaging all the good times with a close friend himself.

Hopefully until graduation can be together without any tempest hit back.

“Siap bu boss!” Replying while chuckling, ups, Ika also laughed softly while hitting Adinda's arm.

"Yeah, I went back first uh, daaa.." Adinda pampit then waved her hand after turning on the music as well as the motorbike engine.

A smile appeared, very happy.

Thanks Ika, again the inner voice is very relieved and happy to dominate the heart of Adinda.

The trip home this time is very different, much different from yesterday, very tired crowded in the heart of photographing a talent awaited by the jury is none other than Harris J, especially the party who organizes, which is very tired, DNA Productions.

Plunge the body in the mattress, after that re-open the application yesterday for rhyming ticking jealousy owned by Adinda.

Duh, that's right, a very bitter smile adorns the face of Adinda again.

There has been a lot of appreciation from JJS, even impatient to send their pent-up talent directly to the account.

Posting the English version of the novel put a caption beautifying the look of his own instagram, and,

A dream. It has to be real. If it is really the intention to pursue it with prayer. If you sleep, it won't be true.

@Joel commented: The caption is steady.

@adinda.ariani03 replied to the comment: Hehe his words are still simple brother.

There has not been an hour of posting, there is already kakting commenting, sweet and warm the soul of the girl.

Not typical of repeat people in posting similar things, because fear and anxiety dominate the heart of Adinda.

Later JJS roared envious windows and followed while tracing the dream trail of the girl.

Only running away a nestapa when given a big lie from the Indonesian manager.

Novels are not considered special to equate with other gifts have arrived there.

Cih, base.maunya gift shaped what else anyway? To get into Harris' hands? I grumbled the girl in my heart.

Harris J Song Cover Competition

Hello everyone, which Harris J fans? We want to make a singing competition, read the terms and conditions.

1. Indonesian Citizens

2. Cover of one of Harris J's songs (free)

3. Upload your Vidio singing to each IG, making sure your IG is not Private/locked. Private vidionya can not be seen

4. Use Hastag #lombaharrisj2018

5. Can be alone/group

6. It is not recommended to use certain effects for his voice (edit/mixing)

7. Can use smule application but can not use any effect for the sound.

8. May use musical instruments, karoke, acapela and instruments.

9. There will be 3 main Champions and 1 Favorite Champion

10. The main winner will be chosen directly by Harris J and judged by the quality of the singing

11. Favorite champion will be judged by the number of viewers

12. The prize is to get a greeting card accompanied by Harris J, Raef, Maher Zain and get the official Merchandise from HAJIFC

13. Vidio upload limit until January 30th

14. The winner will be announced on February 1

15. Make sure to follow @dnakreatif

Happy competition and good luck.

The race was held in welcoming the new year giving the first impression in the number of alternated last year.

True. 2018 this time they made a contest competition cover song Harris J. Free title.

At the end of the year, Adinda accidentally stopped by the status of Instagram admin JJS Ina, to give an idea what to welcome the new year theme about Harris J.

There, with sumringah he proposed through DM if the context of the novel becomes a gift with a contest to write poetry or short stories. Nil, stroking very softly in the chest, unrequited.

The contest is my novel prize quiz, A Dreams. Many are interested too hehe.

That's how the DM has been sent but no response at all.

In fact, it really takes its own cost to pay for college. So that the family knows through his writing can make rupiah.

Huhu, unfortunately they have absolutely no intention to make the novel A Dreams a prize quiz.

After the proposal did not get a response, a few minutes later they uploaded the terms of the competition cover the song.

Grimacing is so soft.

Adinda did not have time to read until it was finished, when 'London Noodle Hair' was printed on the flat object screen.

Spontaneous cringing dong. Why come when you are fed up with sweet talk full of lies?

"Assalamualaikum, Din, who knows the interest in participating in the song cover competition? Later, I'll give you extra value as your best friend." Harris J said with a small chuckle, shrouded in joy.

Make taunts? Thought Adinda was very relaxed.

"Waalaikumsalam, let others come, they need the race more, and keep it eh?! I am not one of those who want to advance on the front lines to praise you!" Breathing out after that rude throw, "if there's nothing else to talk about, I close. Assalamualaikum." Without warning, Adinda immediately closed the chat.

Breath sounds cramped, hot eyes resist crying, not satisfied enough if he does not need a race like that.

Just like being in the ranks of fans who praised not find appreciation of the results of their own struggles and works.

Singing alone in the room only sometimes the door is pounded and outside the door of the room is very careless to hear the amby tone of his from the house.

And these? Harris J famous artist has a beautiful voice chanting soft symphony full of warm, invite nafsi first time that is very ugly, what want to mock and laugh bahak there? Just make the hearing damage.

Then, watch a lot of JJS have uploaded their talents on the instagram tag wall admin JJS Ina.

Really can not be when the earlobe hear the whistling of these beautiful tones.

Immediately close the instagram application and then look at the Indonesian version of A Dreams that stands on his bookshelf. Smiling bitterly.

Still no news, huh? Haha was eager to laugh blandly while indistinctly angry at Harris J. []