
PART VI
HELLO MY LOYAL READERS.
THIS IS THE THIRD NOVEL I MADE AND THE THIRD NOVEL RELATED TO THE STATE SERVICE.
MY FIRST NOVEL “JODOHKU PAK TARA”
MY SECOND NOVEL “I LOVE YOU PAK POLIS”
AND THIS IS THE THIRD “LOVE FIGHT CAPTAIN DIMAS A.P LAKSONO”
Previously the author apologized if there was something wrong writing the title or rank, because here the author is also less well understood with the ranks in the military world.
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RIFIKA POVS
This morning because I woke up late and my mas-mas forgot to intercept the vegetable to buy vegetables so I did not cook and chose breakfast to buy chicken porridge outside, he said, they seem to have come home from morning sports with other members' friends and I was told to buy chicken porridge by Angga mas where yesterday I and my mas-masku bought.
After arriving at the porridge seller you immediately ordered the porridge and got the porridge turned out my phone rang so I was busy looking for my polseku in my pocket while walking without looking at the front because I focused on taking the phone nailed my levis pants are hard to take.
Bruuuukkkkk
When I hit something right in front of me, I saw a pair of black-and-gray sports shoes and immediately I put my head up to see who I hit.
Jedder was like being struck by lightning in the morning, a handsome, burly man with thick eyebrows, brown eyes looked at me with a sharp gaze like killing yes he was the man who stood guard with Mas Fikri at that time..
“Yes this god is a very handsome person, unfortunately it seems fierce, less 10% good looks, and this seems to me a heartache, why the heart is beating so fast, god heart attack I seem”batinku.
I don't know why my mouth immediately scolded him, maybe because of my innate PMS or how I don't know either. Unfortunately, every word I say is always linked to it so that it makes me more emotional.
I kept grumbling and grumbling when she said that I was a bar-bar girl and was vague, hello there who dares to say Rifika Candra Adiyaksa Suprapto with the name bar-bar does not he have glass in his house if he is a cold man as cold as the north and south poles of my inner.
And when Pak Budi the chicken porridgeer said we were fooled he got more upset and looked at Pak Budi with his sharp gaze. What a cold man I've met. Then I heard him scold the other soldiers mas-mas for silence, when it turned out that he seemed to have a pretty rank so that the mas-mas soldiers immediately silent without a sound.
And what you must know is that we have been seen by many people because of our childlike behavior.
My phone rang back and immediately I picked up the phone from Mas Angga, after picking up the phone I immediately left the ice-cold man. I took the bike and drove it. I immediately hit the speeding gas no matter how much mas-mas cheer me up.