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Vidio of Harris J

"Don't deny it, would Harris J equate me like JJS out there? What friend if the burden when I am present around him."

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Anger spread throughout Adinda's body, it was unstoppable again the feeling of disappointment and tightness was still felt. The wound that evaporated for a few seconds, waiting for the manager's response, now unfolds novel in the eye.

Why give a hope high and wide in giving the novel to the hands of the London bule, precisely the happy limit for Indonesian managers?

Really, really hurt doesn't have the best antidote anymore. Kala knows Harris J forgot the meaning of appreciation while still in London.

"Hm, what a friend if you think I'm the same as your fans out there!" How, suddenly upset yourself?

Who does not spread an anger in the chest, when given a wide beat of despair from outsiders who where easy dream steps are impossible, can get to the grasp of the bule, can be, being inhibited on the basis of self-egoism also produces forgetting on purpose.

Ugh. Upset up to ubun-ubun.

Hafiz. It was a plant of hate in the heart of a character girl who every day harbors hope that the novel is brought home Harris turned out to be dust slitting there, desolate full of cold and shabby unkempt.

Stuffy. Condemning all the swearing in the chest to the Indonesian manager who is too proud and easy to give hope.

Too much toying with a now confused hope to neutralize the explosive emotions coming from Adinda to where?

Spam is just spam, right?

Eat the promise while vidiokan Harris holds the novel but is rained on the most painful place of the character girl. For the sake of himself, forgetting.

Sir, has my novel been given to Harris J?

Trying to be patient to know the existence of the novel. Adinda already knows that the Indonesian manager just read.

Ugh. Add your own in the room.

Sorry the novel forgot to take. Still in the office

A second later, a bulb the size of an orange pulpy, glided free. Lips tightly clenched now screeched cries unraveled.

Getting sick. Stiffness melts in the soul.

Why too equate the struggle with gifts of ordinary things done by fans of bule-haired noodles?

Too bad. If you know in a game like this, the English version of the novel will not want to be sent.

It is better to just be in the room.

The cry was not too heavy, just a tightness in the chest that was difficult to neutralize.

Then ..

So, you promised me you'd give me vidio when Harris opened my novel?! Why should I forget, sir?! Continue, how?! Can my novel be given?!

Evaporate all emotions through whatsapp chatroom. Cobbled.

No way, the novel missed in Jakarta. Harris is leaving for Australia tomorrow.

Hua. The crying broke even more. Chest pressed by anger, the more tight it felt.

Is it easy to say forget and ignore the value of a simple girl's struggle through a novel?

What a cruel heartless at all.

Think he's like a fan out there, hear their gifts arrive at the manager's office, happy and make a caption on the sosmed, even though it doesn't reach Harris J?

Oh, naw. Mr. Hafiz misinterpreted the girl's purpose of sending the novel there.

Now then? Responsible for the urgency in whose chest? J's Harris?

Impossible!

Harris J just likened herself to the flower of her hope out there.

Frustrating. Getting more alone in the room.

No longer mean in picking up achievements or responses from London bule.

Still not satisfied enough.

It was so burning with anger in the heart of Adinda.

You promised me that vidio when Harris opened my novel?! Why forget to be loved now?!

Even though he had sent the chat, did not make the situation of Adinda's heart improve. It's a lot of fun going to that heartless manager.

Then in exchange I will give vidio thanks from Harris, how?

Had been bullied and gensi with his offer. But, want to see how far the manager keeps his promises? Because always on the bars by busy diction.

That's enough for Adinda to go out on her own.

Just want to know the news of the novel until it's not in Harris' hands, very difficult.

Not responding at all.

Then throw HP on the mattress, he also fell asleep continuing the cry earlier with the prone position. Banging on the chest that begins to feel tight.

A hiccup is heard, so heartbreaking to know the struggle of girls limit forgetting characters and games just for an Indonesian manager.

Two hours passed so quickly, it did not feel like pocketing a lot of tears alone in the room.

There was a notification coming in, teasing the girl's crying routine.

"What else?! You..liar!" Adinda emotions themselves.

But, in crying mode the fingers took a flat object beside him. While removing the trail of grain that is still flowing in the eye fertilizer.

"Eh?" Sneaking dong.

Don't stop playing vidio big thanks from Harris J. A smile appeared.

The wound, wrapped in anger, was slowly replaced with pleasure.

Adinda misfocused by being able to inspire others👍👍

Suddenly salting. So happy swish.

Novels that forget to bring a few hours overflowing with anger, suddenly softened when they did not stop watching the vidio.

Laughing happily, although sounding confused because of the long-term crying earlier.

Vidio of Harris J. Simply bandage the wound that is several hours in the pet alone.

And not long after, uploading to whatsapp story switched to facebook and instagram.

Welcomed so sweet of them, especially teachers during school first.

Not denying the moment Adinda is very happy.

Wait, how do you see on the Instagram search homepage there is an account @qonita.jung follow-up upload the vidio anyway?

Substantial. Copas belong to people without permission.

Kan, aims to upload to social media to motivate the interest of Harris J hope that struggling is not through collecting photos or vidionya.

Lah, it was uploaded without permission. Basic behavior of a boy.

Tomorrow ..

Can't wait to show the vidio to the family, especially mom.

When a simple girl is simply underestimated, she lacks special abilities that stand out. This time, he just wanted to show a vidio from Harri J to the family.

Although know on the other hand, still keep bitter in the heart, knowing the novel forgot to give. Very confident showing that vidio to them.

Down down.

Harris brings what he's happy with, if not in love stay here.

Suddenly reminded me of the chat from the Indonesian manager. Which means Adinda's novel isn't that important for London yak's noodle hair?

Smiling bitterly.

Though Adinda still remembers exactly in London, protest wanted to find the novel also when he saw Kak Renata's.

Now, there is one fact that Harris J. Bounda responds to himself as a fan rather than a friend.

"Mama.this look Harris J thank you for saying thank you. Because he made her a novel.” Adinda infused with a sense of excitement while sitting on the front desk chair of the TV.

"Ah. That's just your trick, there must be something to make you happy.” Not mind. Cuek.

Protests dong, "astaga mama, this is right? Sent directly to the admin JJSnya." Again convey with a passionate feeling.

"Yes tawwa, in thanks vidio thanks Harris J, called his name tawwa.” Mama said relax.

Huee time is just so the hell the response?

His sister was sitting there too.

"Try it, where can I see?” Buru Laila, come to be curious.

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Lefan just got home from the production room in Japan. Decided to resign because it was not comfortable with the new city.

"Why, Deck?" Just leave, Adinda called.

"Sister! Hue..Harris J wicked! Arg, nasty.evil!" Whine Adinda with spoiled.

Gawking. Bad because of what? Lefan himself has no news of the bule since the tour took place in Solo.

There was something that the man had forgotten.

"Harris J why, Dek?"

"Sister Lefan.." Whimpering. "Harris J came home from Indonesia yesterday." The girl continued, intonation sounded so soft, like holding back a cry.

"Oh, that means your novel's been brought to London, same as Harris J?" Lefan responded very casually.

But, something kept teasing the guy's head.

What's yah? Lefan himself forgot.

"Sister! Ah, stop making people hurt again." Greget Adinda's.

"Well, why else, Dek? Didn't see you on the phone, you got angry with me." Lefan was confused himself.

Lefan wanted to see the face of his annoying sister who was found when returning home from work at the airport.

"Sister Lefan! Harris J wicked. Right uh, I'm just considered a fan of hers."

"Dek, what's wrong with you? Angry trus don't give explanation to brother."

Bentar, Adinda confused whether to tell this about the novel forgotten in love by the Indonesian manager to the London boule?

"Dad?" Lefan called.

They are already in the position of vidio call via whatsapp. Seeing a bent face and swollen eyes, Lefan suspected that something had happened as long as he did not hear from her.

And, maybe this has something to do with Harris J?

"Hm?"

"By the way. What happened to Harris J?"

"Harris J didn't bring my novel, brother. Why not bring it? Well, that's his arrogant, busy-ass-ass-fitting Indonesian manager. So my novel is still in Jakarta." Cerocos Adinda's.

Fixes. Very relieved to express frustration because yesterday given vidio from Harris J only through Mr. Hafiz.

"But, brother wants nanya, why is her face so swollen? Is it crying?" Lefan asked, so curious.

Adinda cengir spoiled then nodded softly.

"Soalnya after all, the Indonesian manager is labile anyway, why not say from the beginning that there is no intention of love to Harris J tuh my novel. So that I don't send it there. Ih, pissed again, right."

Hot eyes, as well as breathing sounds fluttering, almost just slid free the circles in front of Lefan despite the limit vidio call.

Enough to arouse the man's emotions and will look for the bule while spewing his talk why it can make Adinda cry until the eyes are swollen.

"Hm, I'll ask Harris J."

"Free brother. He's having another concert in Australia. Not going back to London, not knowing when to return home. Ah, it's free to ask the guy, if I'm considered a fan." Again, the trembling felt in the heart, the pain.

"Sstt, do not immediately make a decision before asking directly to the person. It's not good to be quick to other people." Three-second pause, "he's heard this, right, 'Keep away by you mostly from prejudice. Indeed, part of the prejudice is bad (sin)¹' trus has been affirmed also by the Prophet in the hadith which reads 'Stop prejudice, because in fact prejudice is as bad as the word.' Reduce prejudice in ade's head. God willing brother will call him if it's not busy concert." Lefan.

Like slapping yourself, hearing the story of the brother who met through the city of big ben that one year ago.

But, right? If it does respond as a friend, why only limit thank you vidio say thank you?

It was as if Adinda was worthless anymore in the eyes of London noodle hair.

"Well, you know, you're crying again. Deck, brother has told you, don't get in trouble with feelings. Sick yourself, better tell me brother than in the pendam, tightness, Deck."

Duh, just know what's in that character girl's head.

"Yeah, who says who wants to cry?! Huh, basic.. Lefan's sister's bummer, week!" Adinda ngeledek's.

And, Lefan just shook his head while chuckling amusedly at the spoiled behavior of the girl.

"But, Dek, there's a new number in brother's chat."

Lefan also pressed the chat and entered into whatsapp chatroom.

Wh who? Inner Lefan also spoke, very curious.

Assalamualaikum, sister, this is my new number, Harris J. Sorry recently I did not tell my sister, because I was busy with the concert tour plus that time I was sick about the novel that I forgot to bring. Please don't tell Adinda, I'm not ready to take her swearing.

Wallahis. Not accidentally forgot, really busy with my tour concert schedule during my time in Indonesia. Honestly, I feel very guilty about him, because the time in London has promised to take his novel home.

But, brother, don't get mad at me just yet. Want to explain that in exchange I thank you, said to Mr. Hafiz and he did not know that I already know who made the novel.

Lefan also sneered at the temple, confused why the hell these two people do not want to solve the problem in adulthood?

"Sister why? It hurt?" Adinda rebuked him, with an anxious look.

"Eh, no, Dek. If so, then we'll continue the call for a while tonight huh? Brother just got home from work, hasn't taken a break."

"Oh, okay, sorry to interrupt the time, brother, be the way, thanks for venturing hehe."

Lefan breathed a sigh of relief. Then switch to calling the London bule and ask why can make Adinda cry and also convey the problem of swollen eyes.

Harris J continues to repeat sorry diction that will not detract from the ugly thoughts of the character girl's head.

Tomorrow ..

There is a meatball dinner at home, with sumringah back open the facebook wall.

Oh, it seems to have responded a lot. So sweet and warm.

Congratulation brother,

Wow wow my dear mangasse in career

Seriously? Wow that’s Harris J

Congrats beb

Henny Wahyuti commented: Thank God, please Adinda Ariani..spirited and continue to work #then mother when?

After seeing that from his teacher, there was a comment from JJS..

Congrats brothers. Who was it brother.

When wanting to get back to their so warm compliments on social media, Rania comes home.

"Have you seen vidionya yet?" Adinda said very excited. Get up from the flat object screen in his hold and turn to the woman.

"What is it, assalamualaikum Adinda, while loving this hand. Try the cake in Harris's vidion to hold your novel, too." Rania demonstrated what was in the video seen through the story of whatsapp ponakannya.

Shaky. Very downright.

It's been chasing Adinda all this time. Reality says forgot prantara manager indonesia.

What indeed, the struggle to find something beautiful takes the long term?

But, right, it's a little more up to Harris J's hands. It's just why the manager from Indonesia is too proud not to take the novel to Solo?

Last city bule london haired concert noodles. Not taking the time to take the novel and put it in a backpack.

How big is the book, until the production forgets in his head?

Respond with a lethargic face and sing lips. There are many vidio from JJS who upload to their account.

Though .. The purpose of uploading the vidio is to motivate them to throw envy, spiteful on the basis of trivial things doang, the name is not listed in the vidio to change the direction in working through their hobby.

Miris. Real struggle is considered a game. Then the irresponsible fingers as well as the will take what is not theirs without permission. []

Notes :

Quran Surahs. Al Hujuraat 12. ¹