Ikanoids

The Extra Part Final

"It turns out not only came swiping but left a message wrapped by a cold highlight. Oh, the diction calms the imaginary field, does it?"

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Adinda also decided to stop pursuing as a discussion friend behind the struggle through the novel.

"What else to do, Ges, huh?! His son just changed there, heh!" Angry the girl.

The bloody woman was just throwing a frenzied breath, confused to have to maintain the commitment of her best friend, in order to keep dreaming until the desire was achieved, collaboration until having one of her favorite objects in her own hands.

"Free. Tired, Ges. Harris went trus already so his movie friend when he was in Indonesia must also ilfil the same me, because heters unfaedah." Complaints Adinda.

"Din, I once said, what they pursue is obsession not achievement. Don't take care of them but focus on your dreams."

Please, Ges for this time I am lazy to hear things hurt images painfully raised. Inwardly shaking violently, resisting crying.

"I think I have to say your words, Ges. What I should have focused on was my mind, wasn't it when Harris himself said don't engage with hobbies anymore?" Said Adinda with a trivial intonation, no longer thinking the dream has died.

The arrival of papua's bloody best friend was to give a sweet kiss before leaving for London.

No doubt, a little more entering the semester break.

"Din, trousers..Harris sent me that ticket?"

Arg. Scratching is brutal in the heart.

"Please, don't mention him first, hear his name again. Sick of."

Not the name Gessa if stubborn and trus repetition of the question was heard until the response was a little silent.

"Yet. Where do I know, he said he sent the ticket through Kak Lefan." Keto.

"Good dong, at least he has fulfilled his promise to collaborate with you."

Uh, it's not that it's desirable but the cold attitude was thrown off the cake before his scheduled departure to London. Heh. Weary.

Thank God yesterday semester there is nothing to be improved, all graduates can be 24 credits.

When it comes to things beyond dreams, Harris, departure tickets, collaboration, it's clearly caught very sensitive by Gessa.

Phew. Better to be busy playing games.

Because it has agreed that it will not want anything that brings beauty but just the opposite, crying futures.

A Dreams alone is still clinging so mirically, has not been brought at all in London.

It was as if last night's hard work together with his sister to wrap as neat as possible, plus the papers cut to add to Harris's annoyance, ended up dusty unkempt there.

"Din, I know that there's still a way to believe you brought your favorite thing home from Harris."

Enough, Ges.

The girl closed her eyes, very tired of being thrown around asking questions about dreams being manipulated is not important for discussion anymore.

"This proof, right?" Again, Gessa took an anthology already released in the room.

Sheet by sheet in the open and do not believe the sweet caption given from JJS is the greatest proof possessed by his best friend.

Very touched.

Even some of JJS still support the status of dreams are being fought until achieved.

Gessa fell silent as the words from JJS ..

Like a bright moon of my own in the dark maybe that's what I can describe for my sister, Dinda. Hope and a dream, is it only hope? Sometimes I dissolve in the dream to forget the reality of the life I live. Writing is not a hobby or an ideal but an outlet of feelings in the heart but all that changes when Dinda's brother comes and embraces me to be more advanced and achieve the seemingly impossible dream. Thank you for achieving that dream. (Ahya Norfajria, JJS Ina, Barabai, South Kalimantan.)

Brother Adinda is like a butterfly that accidentally perched on my flower. Not only did he settle down, he also gave me a lot of motivation to let me bloom again. It's not easy but at least I can stand alone again. I don't know what to repay him for. Saying thank you may not be enough. And not only that, he also carried my powder flying far away to reach the dream. Dream to greet someone with characters. He is Harris J. It was fortunate that I knew him more. Thank you so much Sister Shintya Dewi ❤. (Sherin Virdayanti, JJS Ina, Banyumas, Central Java.)

"Dina.." Gessa calls, it belongs to the name busy watching anime dong using a headset.

Patting eel, old habits of friday, do not want to hear others talk and the alternative is a headset in the ear.

"Dina.." Gessa wiggles her body.

"Hm?" Can be legitimately not interested at all, can not be separated from the HP screen.

Breathing deeply, patiently, for the sake of a friend's dream can be achieved. Gessa's mind caresses full of calm.

Pointing to the words of two JJS people.

"Trus?" Sewot dong in reply from his own best friend.

"Who said your dreams were fake, huh?! Appreciate it, here's the proof, Din! They can feel what you've been fighting for Harris. Please.don't stop dreaming?" Gessa Hardcore.

Worth it? If that is the case, why many dream manipulations even in the office of his Indonesian manager did not find any respect other than equating the novel with ordinary gifts coming there.

"Haha, come on, Ges. Don't make me laugh. Nothing special, because it's not fried rice with red rubber." Then Adinda put the headset back on.

"How does Rinta respond if you know a little more you are leaving for London? Definitely happy!"

Oh yes, forgetting the existence of a friend who has been surrounded busy also self-egoism.

There's a decih keki coming from the girl, "please deh, don't mention that name. Harris's been discussed, he's again." Pantingly.

Wonder. Why yak do good even with his own friends, there are injuries offered when he did not ask.

"OK, fine, but.the dream and appreciation of JJS still want you to accept and maintain?" Again, Gessa made sure.

What is good in maintaining the figure of a friend has changed it?

Gessa surrendered. What is appropriate for the girl to survive is only a friend in the field, just being a vacuum while in chatroom whatsapp chatroom because of the actions of the women of the field, has provoked severe explosive emotions until now.

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Yeys. Finally the semester break arrived. Kok expression that rises is not happy but sour.

Wouldn't you fly to London?

London loh, a faraway country and meeting friends sucks having that noodle-like hair.

Listlessly.

"Hallo, dek, assalamualaikum, sister has sent her departure ticket yak. Remember, don't forget to go to bed early, so don't rush into the city."

Last night I got word, all chat with Lefan for a while. Okay, well rested, no way. Only this time there was a lack of interest in flying there. More towards... Disappointed, knowing his best friend turned weird.

With a lazy movement to put the anthologies into a backpack, not this in asked for character girls when they want to meet with friends in London.

But, nevermind.

Harris himself started first, unpleasant surprise.

Again, look at that departure ticket with a flat face.

"Din, are you ready for your suitcase?" Hana approached, quite surprising the girl dong yanh realized earlier daydreaming.

"Have, Ma."

Eits.ada the forgetfulness. Magh and eucalyptus oil.

"Tell me, what is this?!" Upset mother while putting in her bag.

And only in reply to an innocent whimper.

The departure this time is not an excited nafsi but family, especially mom.

Because all they know is to get a gift in the form of a departure ticket to London to meet the invitation from Harris J.

Already in the apartment all there, who the hell is not happy, huh?

"Well, am I taking my laptop there too?" Adinda asked, expelling the reverie.

"Bring, love stay?! If you need how you want to send, far away, there heh!"

Ananda only smiled sweetly, used to struggle alone to find Hana's blessing so that the dream journey felt light, but rejection was more domineering. Oh, not Adinda's name if stubborn is still in the pet and will not want to stop chasing his own dreams, which now has brought him to the point of happiness of the soul, he said, who had been accompanied by injuries, the sneers of neighbors mixed with the closest people did not approve the dream trip.

If that stubbornness is not maintained, it is likely that this time there is no one Harris J.

Talking about the problem of the bule, why do the mood of girls with broken characters?

Tomorrow, the airport ..

A lot of people have left, including Gessa.

"Be careful, if you don't forget to throw the news!" Gessa Shouts.

"Sister!! Alhamdulillah .. Finally dream big brother can fly to London to meet Bang Jey!" Luciana Rossa said no less excited.

Intentionally last night had informed that before leaving for a virtual meeting first.

Many who give appreciation for the hobby of delivering simple girls with capital characters can meet famous artists.

Bentar, it used to be picked up too but another story before A Dreams rose like now.

"Baemana? I told you anyway, relax in this ji world, leave this for Harris." Anha offered the jacket she saw a year ago at home.

"Thank you best!! Your advice helps oey! Uhuy .. Finally my dream is realized and my novel will read the same Harris J." The girl's girang.

Actually cover up the anxiety anyway. Lying the time if the novel wants to be read bule london, A Dreams is still in the office of DNA Production, gegayaan said it wants to be read by Harris J.

A few hours later ..

Arriving in London safely, Lefan who came to pick up at the airport and transit to the apartment after that back office.

In the car, "ih.kak nih is indeed a stone head! I told you I'd book a taxi, ngeyel would pick you up." Adinda squirt protest dong.

"For my chatty sister what the hell is not."

"So, since when is Lefan smart to fight?" Just drop my feathers on that girl goosebumps.

Uh, avenged crisp laughter dong. But a little treat that worry.

Piu.piu.ada whatsapp notifications.

Quickly open the Adinda,

Assalamualaikum my bestie congras .. Already met Harris J, his A Dreams ciee also into Harris's hands. I proud of you, bestie❤

"Varinta?" Bengong the girl.

Seconds later there were curved lines created, their smiles rising. []