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Harris Concert in Solo

"It's free to hold the sign that Harris just lost the news from the chatroom of girls aksara.”

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Still not expecting, seeing the beauty of the city full of memoir will miss someday.

Is correct. Harris J has stepped on foot many times in Indonesia, the food there is also not too strange for a mouth like bule. Like Satay and Bakso, both foods are his favorite if he comes to concerts in Indonesia.

Smiling faintly. Before boarding the last concert, I would love to inform the girl of the chariot-bug characters.

Wait, how could he possibly let her cry in delivering her departure to London?

Oh, that's right too. One thing to say before it ends in Indonesia.

"Harris?" Call Mahmood.

"Well?"

Mahmood said that he immediately prepared himself to eat first.

The food looks simple but the taste is very tempting.

Indeed, Mr. Hafiz was very painstaking since the boule was stretched weak on the sofa, due to illness due to eating wrong in Padang.

Daily food in London is ready to be delicious.

Harris smiled happily, able to taste the food that had long been missed.

Before the last tour in Solo, preparing a solo song that has been packed all day by yourself through rehearsals at DNA Production's music studio.

Oh well, hearing Angelita's words during the meet and greet, a little holding back furious. Because, embracing the work of JJS for free, there is no rupiah in production.

My sister is always like that. Why .. Too good in terms of embracing the work, but not thinking about yourself, his health is deteriorating.

Pulsations were severe buzzing. Ignored just like that, for .. The happiness of the flower hopes that the works can be read soon Harris.

Percussing very rough. "Why so stubborn?!" Ketus Harris's.

Still not finished thinking with the contents of the head of his action friend.

Ok, fine Harris is guilty of abandoning talent and not giving news or giving invitations to be able to share experiences in Jakarta, during the tour.

Evidently. Make Adinda take an alternative path by embracing JJS exasperate through writing. Just for fun for yourself.

"Sorry.." Getir Harris J's.

Can not do anything and many things other than sorry slid through the lips of the bule.

That's right what Yusha said. Why not discuss the important things that have become achievements through written work through Indonesian managers? So that Adinda can be invited.

Arg. Frustration surrounds Harris' head at this time.

Confused as to how.

Take the mic that the committee handed down. It quickly neutralized the unease and went up on stage.

HP had been lost involuntarily it was enough for a half-dead london noodle hair to communicate with Lefan.

After the concert ends, we will contact Rahim Jung and Umaimah to buy new HP.

Although already having a lot of money, it is not Harris' habit to buy something before parental permission.

Ok. Fix, the final tone, before really leaving and do not know when else to return here, which is obviously one of the best packaging even though it knows very hurtful to the character's best friend.

Presumably, it could make Harris a little relieved to not imagine the mistake again. Although not completely lost, may give the best thirst for him.

I hope you like this song. Harris muttered, slightly pulling his lips into a crescent moon, smiling faintly.

"Ok, welcome back Harris J to perform the song 'Fighting Dreamer!' Our show's ending theme tonight!" The mc exclaim.

JJS enthusiasm is enough for the London bule to smile bitterly, will their expressions remain the same when introducing new friends on stage?

Desperate grains continue to be produced in the head, hopefully which is expected to be the best bidder reality when the companions of the character keep the wound alone through the array.

It is still recorded clearly about the intake of any given berry, when a concert on the South Coast that makes the body stretched weak on the sofa.

The feeling of radiating to nausea is also dizzy in the head area, just make the bule move a little to make itself less productive. Not giving managers satisfaction, but disappointed.

Well. Know that if they understand the situation that Harris is experiencing, still make yourself unwell because of a sudden illness when you want to tour again in another city.

So enjoyed very excited by flowers please under the stage. If there is Adinda, it could be introducing a fairly rare work found since constantly coming to concerts, would have found a gift from JJS, always the same.

And, to draw hearts is a novel.

Surprised also feel guilty, have not been able to provide the best antidote according to the wishes of the character's friends.

Done. After saying goodbye and giving a big smile to JJS, get off the stage just a short break and pack off to America, meet the invitation there.

Oh well, the song was brought to replace the diction sorry for not bringing or questioning the existence of the novel in Mr. Hafiz.

Got information also from him, if A Dreams was left behind in Jakarta. Now that bule position is in Solo. There was no time to send the novel, as Mahmood had already booked a departure ticket to America.

"Let's send that vidio to Mr. Mahmood." Said one of the committee.

Harris only understood and smiled faintly.

Really .. Still feeling guilty.

Solid, pressing in the head, to forget to ask the novel so as not to forget and left dusty in the DNA Production office.

Because it is very dear, if the work is very inspiring it is not caring there.

"I'm proud of you, Harris J." Mr. Hafiz patted the shoulder of the bule, very proud.

Just knowing during the use of the recording kitchen, do not want to be disturbed by anyone, it turns out to prepare a farewell song that seems good, using Indonesian. Very eloquent.

But, it is unknown to the Indonesian manager that it is all a gift of apology to the character girl.

"Thanks, Sir." Harris J replied.

They have now reached the departure gate.

Leaving the two people in the plane, while waving proudly.

Sure. Adinda will be looking for her last concert tour. Bismillah.

Because .. What else besides an apology gift through a song taken from a rhyme, if simple things are enough to make Adinda laugh cheerfully?

Short, laugh? Harris could not even look very clearly at the heart of the character girl. Maybe the opposite?

It is still clear, about ..

The last concert of the day was in Solo, at the resting place, Mr. Hafiz called.

What's wrong with your face, sir? Towards him while sitting in discussion.

Ok. He also suggested making a thank you vidio to one fan who made a novel about him.

Until .. The repetition of vidio, because it can not stop the laughter, happy to interfere.

Harris laughed bitterly, looking back at the song and vidio big thanks for his action companions. Don't know why he forgot to take it to Solo?

Hah.hope Adinda can immediately hear the gift of poetry made and read by the boule through DM has become a song at his last concert.

Sure, Lefan's brother will go berserk knowing he did not give a special invitation.

Just imagine that, enough to make Harris smile amusedly.

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Surprised not playing. The aroma of the tones can hypnotize those who clot into the earlobe, about the memories and sweet stories of time in London.

Also .. Pray with Jung's family there. I forgot to play snow.

Adinda was again reminded by the memoir of the city of big ben.

Back to the city itself, focus on the point of mind that is messy, matkul much to repeat.

At best once see the scorched value lined up in KRSM.

Ah, rather than dizzying about the scorched value, how about recalling the struggle he contacted the arrogant manager?

Right enough. That night, before Harris's concert ended, he attempted to contact his manager to make sure that A Dreams had been brought to London.

Ugh. Playing with feelings. Really am.

Tears do not forget to be his friend while waiting for the desperate given Mr. Hafiz.

Be ill.

Thinking why the hell are they too underestimating a talent not playing with the ticking time in collecting unprofessional? Give something of value?

Wonder. They appreciate fingers who buy a piece of concert paper rather than see a struggle to find a position of achievement.

Writing works are made into decoration only.

Dusty. Shabby not taken care of, it is precisely the rupiah that they need.

Oh right too, Adinda remembered one thing ..

If it can't, there are rules.

Pingback,

Well.. I thought I could, but I wanted JJs to buy the book.

Short conversation with Indonesian manager. It is very clear in value if it takes a large fee, sponsorship is one of them.

Hah.helping breath very riled up.

If Harris there is news and sure the character girl shows the chat and then discuss her work sold-out during the concert tour.

Again break a hope in pocketing his own rupiah from the work produced.

Given that the collaboration with JJS does not produce anything just a few who buy, it is also not able to cover the shortcomings that exist.

What is desired is to flow the rupiah continuously until it can produce royalties, divided by JJS.

Because he does not want to make the work of vain people not paid.

Gessa. Maybe you can find the best solution?

Prepare to go to his best friend's house, hopefully at home.

"Well.thank you, auntie, then I'll go home first, let's aunt." Said Adinda lethargicly.

Gessa where else would need a solution in the dead end have no news at all from a friend of a London bule?

Back home with a feeling of confusion.

Risk of having a dream make bule hair noodles from London best friend, well .. Look, it's not clear the direction.

Drrt..Drrtr.., wait, there is something disturbing the mind of Adinda at this time.

Groping the pants pocket and looking at the flat screen, who called?

It is impossible ..

"Gessa!" The girl screamed very loudly on the bike.

What a miracle, this prettiest friend called.

Huee.pengen nangis trus scattered into his embrace.

"Hallo, Din, he said you came to my house looking for me?"

"Let's go.basis missing tros kah! People need it too!" Keto.

There was laughter there. Enough to make Adinda cluck her waist.

"Awhile ah, I'm still on the road, but jan love dies first. I'm a little home." Adinda continues with protest mode.

"Hm.i wait," Gessa chimed in very casually but wrapped in laughter.

After entering the motorbike, rush into the room, because it wanted to return to the friend's house, it was certainly not free to tell stories. So it's better to just call.

Adinda also explained her arrival at home.

"Ji, why don't you just call Harris? Trouble yourself there."

"Ges, it's free I have that bule number, but there's no news at all."

"Why can't Harris J have any news, Din? Where's the kid going? Is it still a concert?"

Even the annoying thing is free. Because his best friend didn't see him.

"Every night his last concert, Ges. Where can he tell me if he wants to go?"

Gessa is also confused as to what to respond to it?

"Here it is, come on, why not just open youtube? Look at him singing, who knows there's something Harris has prepared for you, right? That's why he lost his news on purpose."

Ah, is that right?

My sister is still not convinced and believes.

But, "okay, then I'll watch it already. Thanks?"

No. gabe. He was actually cool to tears knowing his struggle was numbered by the manager who had given the door hope that the novel would be loved but turned out to be just happy. []