Jealous of Being Autumnous

Chapter 2's

"Hey you!"

"YESY!!!"

"Why you?" Ask.

"...." - ".I dare to open my eyes

"Why silence are you afraid of this?" He turned the knife back. I also feel uncomfortable.

"Haha... Quiet this is just a fruit knife, I use it only for fruit, cook to kill people?"

"K... You're b... Aren't you?" I'm still on the verge of fear.

"I'm psychopathic? Nah! I'm just an ordinary man who doesn't escape sin."

"So that? Red liquid?"

"It's just syrup. I bought it, ehh... Got a nail down the end of the hallway."

"Have a kiss. Not amis, is it?" He thrust it into my nose.

"Ohh..." I'm upset.

Totally different. Cold attitude where did it go? Just disappear. We knew each other, and started the interaction quite well. But I am still on the verge of fear. Actually I had believed in him who was not someone terbesit before in my mind. But just as fear remains a meaningful fear at this time.

The mature brown skin signifies it is not from a city that many people are quite white said to be. Yes, this city has a lot of white people, not like the matured ones. Just like the Indonesians. Hm... Forget it!

"YESY!!!" The screams were heard back.

I swiftly searched for the source of the sound, followed by it simultaneously. It turned out that next to the hallway there was someone high up, and pulled out a very draining clack. This fish stings to the base of my nose.

He stared at the dog that was getting closer to him. With such cold and relaxed water. The roar is getting closer. I can't stand it anymore. About 1 meter apart from the dog, he threw his shoes back and took over the pedal of the bike. Huwaa....

After quite far from the pursuit of the dog, we returned to the original place from the other groove to take the bike left behind. This incident only caused us to panic. We looked back at the passageway blockage, there was no longer a shadow, only there was a lot of fishy liquid left there.

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A cold autumn morning and full of wind likes to be happy. I opened the glass door wide, waiting to enter the room even if only one. Filling an album that has long collapsed in a longing for the leaves of the newcomers. This dawn brings the beautiful story of the longing for orange leaves that approach. Through the chanting of Surah Ar-Rahman I addressed to the Khaliq Maha-Esa. After that get dressed and go to the kitchen to eat breakfast that you have prepared.

Being a new kid. I thought that my friends would stare at me, especially at the hijab that covered this. This time I realized that tolerance remains a good start. Adapt, and do not return to being cold, as during the beloved Junior High School in Indonesia. I am now far away from my country, my city, and my friends.

Sending the driver to school. I walk in the midst of them. Many of them looked at me in wonder, some even insulted. I remain in a firm stance, learned knowledge and can finish with success.

Succeeded. Many of them do not yet understand the key to the word. The key is to work hard. So that someone can understand the meaning. Not only is it successful in materialism, for the right to state the other meaning 'Success brings me into chaos means' It is this intention that can realize performance, not despair and work like a dependable professor.

The teacher who was soft and relaxed, gave me a cue to introduce myself.

"Annyeong. Zahra Afifah imnidda." Greet me and start introducing myself.

Not too late in talking about myself.

Tuk... Tuk...

"Excuse me," He stood firm by my side.

I lyricized his face with clingy

"Huh, you!"

"You!" Terribly shocked.