Ikanoids

Is lost..

"The symphony is coated by the silence of an ukhuwah in the form of Harris J, suddenly lost from the decapan asa.”

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"Sorry, Din. Not to run away from trouble. I'd love to invite you here too." Then with a heavy heart, full of softness a very small square object was broken.

Not to break a despair behind the real struggle of a simple girl, in making herself a friend.

It's very heavy indeed.

Knowing strictly in the rules of the Indonesian manager, there is nothing deeper to swing a simple girl's talent to Jakarta.

Oh, that's right, if only Harris J who voiced directly maybe quickly Mr. Hafiz contacted the character girl.

But, given the very narrow time is not possible in the ngundang he to Jakarta.

If only Adinda wanted to hear the explanation is not angry, the bule will change his mind without long-term.

When there is a sense of despair in the heart, Harris J then silenced can not move freely anymore.

Not happy with the girl who always gives a point of hope as well as motivation. Bule felt that there was something different behind the anger.

Do you really want a meeting? If you don't need it, why do you need to anger?

Harris J is eager to sit on stage while hearing all the stories about the struggle making nafsi a friend, not an idol.

Surprised. The first time you hear someone desperate to grab a bond so different from JJS out there.

"Sori.." Don't know why the diction just said from the mouth of London noodle hair.

Looking at the several checklists of people who were about to launch and dinner with him, there was a bitter smile imprinted there.

Why, not take the opportunity for a simple girl behind the talent has been shown to be very real full of struggle?

How come they have to be given a piece of red rupiah in order to see him sit while sharing the story with his fans?

So lucky. JJS who gives a luxury behind the rupiah, in order to occupy a position that close to it.

Harris J sometimes thinks, why can the talent of a nation's children be abandoned?

"Why doesn't one person support them?" Harris J's murmur was very small, with a curious highlight.

While waiting for the schedule determined by the manager and the committee, Harris again opened a photo sheet when he first announced an invitation when going to a concert in Indonesia.

Parella .. There was a slanted smile created there.

"I'm sorry, I know you must be very upset by this decision." Again, dialogue by yourself.

Without having to analyze further, London noodle hair can guess the contents of the head of his action friend there.

A few hours later, after taking the vitamins given by the committee, Harris J moved in the car and headed to their designated location.

Right in one of the hotels, it looks like the decorations have been attached pretty on the roofs of the places they will use for dinner.

A speck of a smile attracted very sweetly on Harris's face, is this what they want labeled fans, the second family bule the noodle hair?

Hm, inversely proportional to the character girl who is beautiful, just wants an appreciation from her also the Indonesian manager is nothing more than that.

Following the committee's feet to be herded in the room, while taking a break before the event starts.

Waiting for other participants to come to the location.

Do not forget to register their names that have been provided by the committee, right in front of the hotel entrance.

Harris was preoccupied with various matters related to dinner.

Just counting the fingers in welcoming the arrival of those who have paid for an event made the committee.

"Hm.." Sighs very rough.

A piece of ukhuwah that is deliberately left to disappear, is it worth labeling a friend?

Harris still does not understand, why can the Indonesian manager does not want to lift a simple girl who has the talent deserved in the thumbs up?

The ticking time is given when it is still under big ben london, full of sweet symphonies coated in color.

Harris has given a slip of promise that may still not be peeling in the minds of character girls.

Sure oes. The facts have been fixed on the tinkling of information behind whatsapp chatroom belonging to london noodle hair.

Very heavy sighs, when knowing the character's friends have piled up questions about the slippage of despair.

The wound-filled Nestapa was still wet and it was hard to find the best antidote if not Harris himself gave it sincerely.

Ok. Swing your feet towards the room is quite luxurious.

Sitting while waiting for them to finish registration at the committee.

And, the awaited part of them was warmly welcomed and silringah behind the faces shrouded in shame.

Harris responded only to a faint smile, occasionally throwing up questions and answering what they wanted to say to her.

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Missing .. Can't throw news like usual. In fact, the first time Harris called was just sorry the rest of the anger had exploded.

He's sitting listless. Watching a London hair tour.

Embroidering a wry smile, then breathing out very rudely.

"Why again?" Gessa said, dumbly.

It is currently outside, waiting for orders to come to the dining table.

Shake silently.

"If the matter of the bule again, it is better not to be confused already, Din."

Adinda just glanced cynically, disliked.

"Your health is far more important than expecting their achievements."

Right too, why not just pack up and say a memoir won't get it?

IT'S HARD! If you have taken hope from a talent, can not turn the course to be okay when leaving all the high dream records, which still have an appreciation to be achieved sweet.

"Now what do you want to get from Harris J?" Gessa said, this time reassuringly very serious behind the eyes.

"Lacking to know, Ges. What is clear is that I want achievement and if I can't, at least my novel has clarity in Harris's hands. That's my priority." Adinda.

Hm, Gessa seemed to think so long, was it able to find that desire? If the news is no longer visible behind Adinda's chatroom?

Even .. Friends who have become legitimate, slowly disappear from the dream of Adinda.

Does the girl want to continue pursuing her dream record? He knew it was obvious that only wounds were born.

"Two days left, Harris's last concert was in indo." Getir Adinda, while staring at the food there is no interest.

Gessa gawked at the words of her best friend. Putting his spoon and fork into the bowl, then looked seriously at Adinda.

"Related?! Trus..what about your novel there, Din? Eng..Hafiz sir, have you not been to Harris yet?" Ask Gessa.

Just a very weak reply from him. Do not have much hope given other than delusions, always kept Adinda alone.

If only taken seriously as a friend, probably will not feel tired waiting for despair behind the door of opportunity from Mr. Hafiz.

Of course Harris J will charge the existence of the girl's novel, without having to disappear and difficult again in contact like this.

But, what the character girl sees is delusional and busy by the routine tour there.

It's so annoying.

If you know like this to be an unpleasant ending, the novel and beautiful sovenir are downgraded to fly to the DNA Production office.

Arg. Very upset.

What can your sister do? Re-request the package with a full-face peck of protest?

Oh. where might it happen. Seeing Indonesian managers are very cute and flat, coated in the nature of a sure liar, where can take back the package already there yak.

Huuuh, sighing deeply regretfully. Don't think it gets there.

It is quite nice if the English version of the novel is displayed beautifully on the bookshelf without having to be pressed by other gifts there.

Also true. A silent-coated symphony has arisen and carries the packing of ukhuwah framed warmly by Harris.

Harris who frames himself also exfoliates ukhuwah for no reason. Gone without cue, enough for the thirst of rebellious images is very brutal. []