Last October
All is Well, Okta!!!
🤭Sunday after Okta wept with rain____🤫
A bright morning. Tear of white clouds swirled spoiled in the blue sky. The light bias in the window glass penetrated into the room until it touched the head of Okta. As if stroking, warm soothing. Giving him a very positive morning energy seemed to say many times: "All is well... All is well."
Okta is still struggling with her laptop. Next to her was a glass of warm chocolate milk that she once soaked after stretching her stiff shoulder muscles. For almost an hour he was in front of that 12-inch screen. She is in spirit mode completing her micro teaching report. If the presentation is successful, it does not need to take the title and draft selection exam in the future. He was so intentional, building his spirit and determination so high. His overcast mood should not hinder his academics. That's the motto, at least for now. Hehehe.
Next semester, it will be KKN. He has a lot to prepare especially mentally, of course. Why is he so excited to welcome KKN? Okta thought that in addition to getting new experiences in a new environment, new friends, a new atmosphere, another reason was that he would have the opportunity to make a distance with Rayzal. He will have the opportunity to give absolute victory to logic, to his heart. He can make new arrangements for if only during this time. Gratitude if Okta can get a new heart patch. Isn't Love Location aka CinLok with a friend of one post when KKN is a hereditary story that is no doubt its validity??!!! Even according to the story KKN is a new type of disaster for some people who are in a relationship, full of minefields commonly called the temptation of cheating. Remember, only part!!!
Okta chuckled alone as she imagined it all. Even during the week, he never returned a message from Rayzal, no longer checking his story sosmed. Not only Rayzal, he also stopped writing Marsha's story. All this time he deserves a true fan who can long be a stalker. He decided to quit his addiction to hurt himself by continuing to be a loyal audience of the journey of life of the two people who often succeed in making it assemble his own hypotheses.
"I'm sure it'll be fine. The proof is a week and I'm alive, I'm still breathing, I'm healthy. If you are sure you can, you can. Wahahahhaaha...." Okta continued talking and laughing alone. He's been exposed to the syndrome "Wood before it develops, heartbroken without being made, broken but not dating." Wkwkwkwkwkwkwkwkw (if this, the laughing Author)
Then back to struggling with his laptop, spent a little chocolate milk in his glass. After believing the Micro teaching percentage report was perfect, he ended it with a sweet smile on his lips. Okta then stood up to stretch her stiff muscles and relax her joints. The phone then plays music while laying on a mini mattress.
Yura's song "Have to Be Happy" chimed into her not-so-broad room. Okta sang aloud beyond her original voice, the "counties of the neighborhood kost. One time someone forgot to set an alarm.heheheheh," his mind was cunning.
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Better we keep moving forward to a new dream.
Having a boyfriend should be better, having a girlfriend should be cooler but cool is not enough...
most importantly, we need to be happy...
Okta continued to sing while rising from her sleeping position. He jumped on the bed, jiggled happily, circled around, and.....
Okta froze, her hunting breath because it swayed tetiba choked, her mouth agape and her eyes bulging. Moments later...
"Yaaaaa' Crazyaa.... Since when were you there????" yell Okta
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Yassaa.... In the next chapter, Readers. This ala-ala television soap operas that connect😅😅😅😅
