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Harris J Musicalized

“The eyes of the sayup are not stirred but must give a sweet surprise.”

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Through the portrait of the struggle of the character girl who made herself as a friend and then brushed away as an idol, quite amazed and proud.

Given one thing when the song trend sholawat collaborated rap in play when the workshop event took place, more amazed by his action friend.

What made Harris J fall in love and filled when ..

Rabbi .. Not a priority

Except chasing limitations

Through creativity, character

In making him a friend

And, that deserves to be idolized

He is the prophet muhammad

Harris J is nobody

Which makes it valuable

To discuss jannah.

True said Lefan a few years ago, the girl was really pursuing as a friend not an idol.

Evidently when the event took place a few days ago, appreciation in need of a simple girl armed with talent.

"Dinda doesn't need a photbar like you, deck. But achievements from you. Free to consider friends but the struggle you have not considered."

Kak Lefan once said that, while still in London.

When the girl has the character eyeball back to Indonesia, she has found the address of the London bule while giving a letter plus a wish wrapped in appreciation has been conveyed to Harris J through Kak Lefan and Aunt Yuli.

And, Harris J does not deny the arrival of the two of them to the house is not just a friendship but a wish to be conveyed.

Which has now been given with the sweetest symphony.

Oh be the way, at this time the complexity of shackling thought because it is still confused must musicalize it appropriately. And, keep making mistakes.

Instruments that have been made themselves, also trying to follow the rhythm, again and again sounds strange in the earlobe bule london.

"Hehe.." The laughter was heard by itself in the music recording studio.

Before entering the room, "Sir, I'm allowed to use the room, okay?" Harris J said as slow as possible.

Who published a gawking expression from the manager, the collision once Harris J wants to enter alone there.

"For what?" Just in question back.

Then without confusion, explain in a way to the point. Just a smile from the manager.

Sora, Din. I'm really sorry for your novel. Getir Harris J in an inner voice very guilty.

After seeing the response of lack of interest from him, it is enough to describe why the character girl friend before being given an unhappy appreciation.

And, in return want to give the best gift, even though it has not fully collaborated with Adinda's poetry.

It could at least be a cure for the character girl's wounds while waiting for news of the novel on deckap, but nil, still in the office of DNA Production.

"Thanks for the fight." Harris J.

Eyeballs photographing a meaning of struggle stretched real, not responding to an idol but a friend enough to attract the interest of a noodle hair from London to learn something different, the girl's hobby, musical.

Yup. That's right, Harris J.

Highlight the eyes catching a rectangular sized tool, there was a smile rising there.

With a quick movement approaching the object and sitting sweet do not forget to turn on the laptop.

Tuts-tuts sounded so sweet thanksgiving while she was training Adinda again came out with her best friend, on purpose. So as not to look for its existence, can focus on musical training.

M-Audio is played so casually meaningfully.

Can not be separated from failing to collaborate with these tones.

Musicalization is a new thing known to London noodle hair.

For the best friend of the character girl who is full of real struggle, the necessity in dedicating the best through symphony even though she has not been able to fulfill her wish, the collab with her poetry directly.

Harris J felt steady, for the umpteenth time there was a looping.

Back to the fingers on the keys M-Audio.

A samu t'lah haired humble

D an appreciation door awaits, holidays

I ndah full of symphonies behind the poems given

I have dedicated the struggle

D i collaboration will fill in the array

A is full of pride

Not long after, a knock on the door sounded.

Rush to move the file to HP and wait for who behind the kitchen door recording music?

Frowning, how long time to bring up the trunk of his nose.

More alert if it's her action girl friend.

"Hm.I think who," relieved hair noodles london.

"It's over?" Said the man, chuckling.

Reply with a small nod.

"What are you going through?" Again, he asked very curiously.

"Chat, but not a surprise anymore" Harris J scratched his non-itchy head.

Ris, we're fifteen minutes to the airport, won't we go?

Oops, can chat from Gessa.

"Sir, where are they now?!" Buru Harris J's.

He told them they were in the living room.

Rush out of the recording kitchen, "thanks, sir!" Before it completely disappeared from in the presence of Mr. Hafiz, the noodle hair threw its gratitude.

"Where the hell is it?! In search too," ketus aka girl.

Bule was just a grin and then thrusting something, very small.

Girls of the Script _ Harris J

There's one eyebrow raised, "what's it?" Confused Adinda.

"Later on the plane you know yourself, thanks?" Harris J said.

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The small object was removed from the small-sized box given by the noodle hair before leaving.

"What do you mean, Din?" Said Gessa, confused also with the writing of Girl Script _ Harris J.

"Either, the boy also said, how do I know try?"

But, dude, "ih.ih, this is my name! Harris J created it in the form of poetry, huaaa!" The girl shakes in the plane seat.

"Ah, seriously?! Since when did Harris J learn musicalization?" Deliberately fishing, because Gessa already knows the preparation of the gift.

Previously he had inserted a memory card into HP and was curious to be much more domineering, finding a sweet surprise from a noodle hair friend from London.

Uh, sweet once.

"Happy? That's a Harris J musical gift for you, Din. Because of the struggle that really considers him a friend. Lefan has also chatted me about this." Gessa Chirping.

Without realizing it there is a piece of paper from the bule.

Your struggle is so real, right said Lefan Kak that you pursue appreciation is not obsession, thanks have made me interested in learning your hobby.

"My head hurts" said the girl.

Suddenly his vision turned dark, the cold ambushed.

Does the struggle that has been in the future through the departure of the manipulated idea end through the infusion of nafsi?

Gessa looks panicked while still on the plane. Don't tell me that his stubborn best friend forgot to eat rice but already consumed one pack of chocolate.

Arg. Frustration shackled the bloody woman of Papua.

Looking at the rest of the brown parcel lying on the table, it was enough to produce anger.

Wrong yourself, why not control the intake of the girl before leaving.

Gessa took eucalyptus oil and rubbed it into her stomach and chest, knowing that she was currently helpless because of the pain that caused her to faint like this.

"Din.Why so stubborn?! Already know can't eat chocolate, still do, huh!" Upset Gessa speaks for herself.

Since their last activity, only realized the girl could not consume excessive chocolate which resulted in pain until fainting.

Still leaning his best friend's head occasionally scowl his arm was rubbed with eucalyptus oil.

If Harris J knew this, it was certain there would be the most violent war.

Thats enough. Gessa does not want her best friend who lost this important figure already in the fight with tears alone.

Can not maintain health, that's the deficiency that Adinda has.

Fine, losing an affection from the first foundation does not mean making it as you like to hurt yourself.

Is not aware there is the best bidder of the figure of bule london that even other people or fans for years though do not have the Adinda.

And, chasing all the openings that lie in the eye is not an easy thing but freely taken away by those who do not understand the meaning of fighting through the process is not instant.

Hm. Exhaling, while tidying up the remnants of snacks on the table including a package that is enough to hold the growl and throw it into a small bag. []