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JJS enthusiastic ways

"JJS's enthusiasm is so real, but there's just something tickling, funny."

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A month this big thanks vidio was in HP but Harris J still flat not interested in the lyrics of the project made the girl herself.

"That's why, Din, if the bule says no. Why is he so stubborn?" Annoyed Vero.

"Well? Kan, he likes to read books, who knows by embracing his JJS work, can eliminate their hate but motivated to produce works?" Instead Adinda protested, defended herself.

Vero also knows exactly this one friend can at least prioritize rest time, making himself lying weak on the mattress.

"Trus..have you tried to call Harris J again?" Vero said, shifting the topic.

The only thing I found was a trouser, "don't call, he's just mad at me."

Hm. Vero did not know to take the heart of the London bule, which can unite the rift is only Varinta.

Honey, hijabers women are very prioritizing self-egoism over their own friends.

"If Rinta wasn't like this, maybe.." The words hang, "there's no such thing as lost contact because of a mistake he made himself." Vero connected with a protest tone.

"Huh.tuh know!" Adinda's laughter was crispy.

Honestly, this month found vidio sweet from a friend of noodle hair, feels empty because the annoying figure is not accompanying the days of producing works from his own hope flowers.

"If Harris J isn't angry, maybe we both discuss what a good publisher is even.."

Quickly replying, "that bule can bargain for your book published in the English version of the London publisher, really not really, Din?!" Vero cuts with sumringah intonation.

There's a shudder imprinted there.

"Eh..be the way, JJSnya Harris really enthusiastic gini in the group?" Vero glanced at the group.

The younger brother himself did not realize it. Is it because it is too focused on losing the news of the London noodle hair friend?

Look at that flat thing. Nodding unexpectedly.

Is correct. Showing an enthusiastic way belonging to JJS, very warm wrapped.

If only the class can be shown as sweet as this, just as they are in the group even though they have not met the closeness is very real.

"Vey..try uh, that time I just continued? Rather than the same dizziness as the grand ma's talk, which is idiotic and indifferent to Nafa's behavior, perhaps.."

There is a hanging from the sentence of the girl, "already, which happens no need to be discussed again. Now, how do you get up and make Harris no longer angry." Vero calmed his friend.

Well. Papua bloody women know what makes themselves hold the words just now, very heartbreaking to remember the charred ipk left no beat chasing their steps increasingly aksa from the row of credits owned by Adinda.

"Hehe, sori nah if not keep my promise to defend my ipk." Get the girl.

Vero was breathing tired, "ok, fine. Don't blame yourself, okay?! Rise yok?! Don't want to know if Harris J is angry again if you know your college is a mess? Trus prioritize the JJS?"

Ah, the woman's words have a point as well. Why did not display a careless attitude and live casually without having to be burdened by the talk of grand ma about the portion of the brain can not find a toga hat? Because stupid always triggers him?

Arg. Now regret it, right?

"Eh..eh, Din, see the group?!" Vero Seru.

Actually very curious what are they discussing in the chatroom? But ntar this stubborn friend is rampaging again if not permission.

"Huh? Any more news, yak?" Adinda bengong herself.

Both eyeballs explore every diction delivered in the chatroom without being missed in the slightest.

Jey.. Is that true Bang Harris J's Line account?

There was one of JJS questioning the contact of the London bule, is it true or hoax?

Actually Adinda herself also kepo even though she knows directly from the bule that does not have a Line account at all other than whatsapp, instagram and twitter.

Still closely monitoring.

JJS is very enthusiastic to tweet if add the Line account has been automatically connected to its whatsapp number.

What Adinda fought for was to find real appreciation from the Indonesian manager, not through gifts in the form of watches, doodles, clothes designs and then mentioned by name through live instagram.

That all delusional boundaries are happy for a moment.

Desired the girl is to print history has produced works for people who are far away there, different regions and countries.

Although he knew it had been considered directly through an important event in London a year ago.

But right, JJS Ina needs real assets through the camera without having to copy the creativity of people made with tears.

Wih, for Jey's dong id..

Adinda shook her head inexhaustibly, too high an obsession to find things instantly.

Want..

Heh. There is another JJS who really get the contact.

I can't give it, because it hasn't been permission to Harris J.

"Haha! It's bad." The laughter blared throughout the room of the character girl.

That's enough for Vero to swerve.

"What the hell, Din?! Laugh all of a sudden, make a heart spot!" Ketus the bloody woman of papua.

"Try it, you read this.." While pointing the index finger to a chat that is quite tickling the belly of Adinda.

Ah. The lie must be that. At most there is an admin who uses it.

"Kok can uh, they're on a scene just about hoax gini? Does Harris know about this?" Really Vero was the same as him, laughing inexhaustibly with the idea of those who say fanatics are extraordinary.

"Where to know him, missing is not clear that." Adinda stopped the laughter, and her mood changed.

Sis, do you know Line Harris J account yet?

"Eh?" Suddenly gawking dong.

Chat from one of JJS, Intan Widiya.

Relax reply even though he really knows he wants to share the story about a year ago in the city of big ben london also reall contact owned by Adinda in HP.

But, there will be a boomerang in the group and Indonesian managers are targeted by JJS Ina spam.

There have been no three minutes to send the chat to Intan, glancing at the JJS Ina group chatroom. One of them sent an evidence chat with Harris J.

"Squeen!" Laughter Adinda back to divorce.

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Rizka Setiani: Kak, thank you for bringing Rizka's study into the book :) thank you for also being the inspiration for Rizka writing short stories for schoolwork. 

Intan Widiya: Brother, Din, Intan has a little more so..

Dita Fitri: Sis, gpp if the story is a collaboration with other friends, the meaning of writing with two friends Dita? Afraid that my sister will not accept.

Nanda Mulyaning: Assalamualaikum, Mr Din, where is my poem going?

A smile rises with joy and happiness. No matter just a few who are passionate in sending their work.

As a matter of fact, it can continue the project without having to be upset by some JJS out or mantau group doang.

"Hopefully with this anthology, you're not angry anymorewell, Ris?" The sister dialogued by herself, sounding grimacing.

Already some of his chat is not in response just read.

Better to focus on replying to all chats in the group, but Adinda frowned, not understanding with ..

Assalamualaikum, sis, I would like to send a script, but this to vent, still acceptable?

My name is Liana, a girl with a disability.

I've been paralyzed since I was 12, just the day before my 13th birthday.

I don't know for sure what caused my paralysis, which must have happened all of a sudden.

I was taken to the hospital, but on the way I was paralyzed.

At the hospital I had a step and a coma for two days, my mother said.

When a year passed and I was bored, I could only watch television as my entertainment but that was where I found someone who was admired until now. He is a British Muslim teenager named Harris J.

I began to wonder about him and tried to taste one of the music shows starring Harris J. More interested in him because it turns out he chanted the verses of the Quran very beautifully.

A few years passed and I kept hoping he would come to my town and just keep thinking it was my hallucination. But, it turns out it's impossible to answer Harris J to my town and it makes me so happy that I even feel like it's all a dream.

I planned to meet him at the airport and watch his concert, even buying one ticket. A few days later I went to the airport with my wheelchair to meet him and when I was there, thought I would take a picture and asked for his autograph.

But, it turns out fate said another, he just passed behind me and at the same time I was hit by a crowd of people there. And I can only shut up in my wheelchair. Sadness cannot reach the reality that has been touched by the eye.

I know I've been paralyzed but stubbornly wanted to meet Harris J, and could be given the door a chance to meet him in person! The person I admire about it all is wishful thinking. And I will not give up on my dreams of meeting Harris J!

The sense of incomprehension is replaced by haru campur rustling, wiry. After reading until the story belongs to Norliana who sent via japri it.

Not realizing there was a large circle flowing in the eye.

It turns out there are still people who do not have free facilities just the limit of sitting in a wheelchair but the extraordinary determination is still instilled so that one day can pick up a dream of sitting with Harris J, who has a dream to meet with Harris J, even with only women sitting in wheelchairs is not a barrier to achieving big dreams.

Deck, can you tell me a little bit about why you can be paralyzed and the causes are more detailed? Brother salute with the struggle ade that is not playful, in contrast to other fans have met and even exhibited to other fans the purpose for the heartache of fellow JJS. But, what you see from Ade is different.

I do not know why it suddenly came up with an idea to ask to hear the story in detail about the paralysis from Norliana.

Pingback,

You can, brother, but I've confided and told you in my short story.

Hm. Fix, at least with the short story was enough to inspire fellow Harris J fans, that pick up big dreams not through the idea of people let alone vidio that hard-won by Adinda from Harris J.

Oh yeah forgot, right, Norliana already told it through the short story why the character girl asked for more details? Present, as a result of too sumringah.

Ris, I hope you read Norliana's story and meet her in person. Mumbled Adinda expectantly.

If at this time the best friend of London noodle hair is not missing the news, most likely will tell and immediately send the story without waiting to be physical, print.

One more thing, he asked for the photo even though only the limit from behind was sitting on a wheelchair, at least he could show it later to Harris J. Hopefully delivered.

And, now Adinda switch in whatsapp group chatroom, replying to the stacked chat.

Adinda: Waalaikumsalam, who has made his work, can send via japri or here. And who collaborate freely. The origin of the length of the page is not overload. Who have not made the story do not hunt because other friends are finished. Just relax well, brother does not want you to make the story hit and run! Must be able to do better than you have, okay?!

After sending that chat in a group. JJS in a frenzy asked questions about the characteristics of their writing.

A smile emerged from Adinda's face. Very happy.

Restoring the girl's consciousness was crucial in appreciating the fight to meet with Harris J was a girl with a disability.

Ahah! Got a very bright idea. Why not just send a photo of Norliana to a cousin of london noodle hair?

Without a second thought, quickly press ..

"Have you sent the wrong one?!" The girl herself.

Heh. Avoiding breathing very tired, in sure later can be a long interrogation.

Huee..ke back see the photo that has been sent it, if it has been read it must be auto directly on the phone.

"Args..J harris!! Why the hell angry ndak clear, it's, so I sent wrong!" Ketus Adinda, get anxious yourself.

If later delete the photo, can pile more questions from Kak Lefan.

Ade what chat was it? How did Tumben delete his message?

Definitely without having to delete the chat, the chat will be published.

Heh. Exhausting tired breath.

"Duh..say what?!" My sister panicked herself.

Most likely Lefan will spit out all questions about the photo sent.

Although not yet satap again and the limit of the phone was vidio call whatsapp, still, Kak Lefan slipped a sense of worry, let alone the photo sent was sitting on a wheelchair. Plus the face is invisible.

Clearly raises questions from the figure of an older sister whom Adinda met during her own holiday in London. []