LIABILITIES

LIABILITY; 5

FYI; I TURNED POV 1 INTO POV 3. DO NOT ASK WHY, THE ANSWER IS COMFORTABLE AND MORE FREE TO USE POV 3.

EPISODES 1-4 ALSO REMAKE TO POV 3.

ABSENT WHO READS?

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Nayla stared at the ceiling of the room nuanced white with a recumbent position even, her legs are still covered with shoes that are lazy to remove. In fact, Aldi has often warned that Nayla to maintain cleanliness such as; before the fall do not forget to wash your face first so that the dust on your face can be changed, change clothes, change clothes, and most importantly, open your shoes if you want to sleep - he said almost every day.

Aldi stopped by to make sure Nayla was in shape, but Nayla refused too hard to slam the door in front of Aldi. His mind was agile, it seemed like soon he would go crazy thinking about that crazy guy. Somehow she was able to meet the guy again and hold him accountable.

"But .., if I mean he made my marriage, it means I have to be willing to lose Mr. Aldi." Nayla turned her position into a stomach. "Why should I? I don't want to break up with Mr. Aldi, I hate to see them happy on top of my suffering."

Well, if Nayla breaks up from the handsome lecturer the girls like in the school either how many hundreds of people are smiling and laughing behind her

Nayla Kayana has no way out. He hates that. He hates not being able to find a way out of his problems, where he is trapped and destroyed if he missteps. With grit-grasak Nayla changed her position to sit and grabbed the laptop on the nightstand a little lazy.

Nayla turned on her white laptop and opened the file with the title; Mydocuments, the, his place pours out his heart and includes a hobby-writing-just by that he can let others know how he feels right now.

Nayla can send all this pain and despair to the characters she creates. Nayla has a writing application that is always used to update works so that everyone out there knows if living in a novel world can be more cruel than the real world. Well, Nayla's gonna be the author.

"What is the title for my new story, Dad?" Nayla asked herself, elbows piled on top of the thighs in order to support the face. Some titles that flashed and typed origin and deleted with annoyance to cause a sound blend between the fingers and keyboard.

"Theatrical, okay, yeah?" Nayla suddenly wanted to make a story with the title meaning 'the drama'. However, it seemed like the piece of groove that had crossed his brain was too negligent hence, he decided to remove it again despite being very comfortable with the title.

His third novel is in its prime because, the main character still has not found a way out of a misleading conflict. The readers have started to get excited and blatantly ask for happyending in every episode that Nayla updates. That's their right and naturally, for Nayla they're long-distance friends who are fun. Okay fix, Nayla will create a new story with the title 'Liability'.

"Liability, in my story this time, I want to nyeritain sableng guy who suddenly just entered the apartment without permission and do things that are unnatural. The conflict is the guy dies to hit the train and the girl gives one week to the citizens as complex as possible!"

Nayla's fingers are typing agilely, for the second stage then she rereads to minimize punctuation and typos scattered. On the third page suddenly his phone rang but, he was reluctant to check because he was busy writing. Continuing to ring, Nayla screeched and grabbed the flat object on the pillow.

"It's so long, pick it up! You die there?" Viola's voice was like lightning striking.

"Gue again, Vio. Tumbenan you call me." Nayla shut down her laptop after saving the new script. "Vio, you don't know!"

"Wait a moment, my sister called from earlier .... Don't kidnap my pocket money lo!"

Nayla belik hear the phrase 'don't kidnap my pocket money', she is very sure if Viola's sister named Rama is acting across there with a heinous. Guys who soon enter college are often looking for trouble with Viola but, that way their relationship is so close that often makes Nayla jealous.

"Let's give you money for Rama, you're a rich man."

"Gue gave half, he has more money than me. He also worked in a workshop that he built with his friends, but still my malak arts!" Viola grumbled in annoyance, I chuckled and nodded even though Viola could not see it.

"Lo nelfon what's wrong?"

"Gue wants to buy a German dictionary for Rama. You see, the dictionary I used to sell he burned!"

A burn? Nayla did not expect that the level of courage of a Rama as high as it was unperturbed to burn the German dictionary used as a birthday gift by Viola at the age of 18 years.

Sounds from Viola "It turns out how you do fight the enemy, do not want to help. Wicked lo!"

Yeah, obviously.

"At Anterin Rama aja or ask for his friends Rama there!" After saying that Nayla immediately turned off the connection unilaterally. Nayla was very sure, if Viola was to poke around across there and get upset over her words. The Viola already considered Nayla an enemy but, still did not hesitate to take her along.

So sticky.

Nayla glanced at the small clock above the nightstand that had shown at three in the afternoon. He decided to take a bath after that performing the ashar prayer. Nayla asks God to be reunited with the man in order to hold him accountable, and is also given the fortitude to ask for a break up from Aldi who somehow can do it.

Ting! Nayla took off the blue face she was wearing and checked her phone on the bed. In the lockscreen clearly visible Aldi's name is located at the top among the other names. Suddenly, Nayla was nervous to click on a chat from Aldi, a guy six years older than her must be very worried to make her unwilling to let go.

Mr. Aldi

You're out now, Nay. I'm in front of your apartment.

Nayla did not answer. He immediately threw the phone on the bed and sat hugging his knees at the side of the nightstand.

Elsewhere, Aldi who was ten minutes standing in front of the closed apartment door began to worry when the chat sent had been read but, never got a reply. In his right hand is a white crackle bag with the logo of one of the shop names, containing ice cream and several boxes of chocolate to restore the mood of the girlfriend who he said was sick.

Me

Nay, what's wrong with you?

I'm concerned.

Open the door of your apartment.

Or am I forced to open it?

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THERE'S A BIT OF A CONFUSION, HIHI.

IT TURNS OUT VIOLA RAMA'S SISTER, ONE OF THE CORE DEMONIC MEMBERS. NO EXPECTATION ALSO😂

AND I'M UP 1 EPISODE!

WH WHY?

NOT VERY BALANCED LIKE:(WITHOUT DIRECT 2 EPS

GREETINGS FROM ME, PLEASE,

SYUGERR, DO NOT KNOW THE WORLD OF LECTURES ONLY CAPITAL MOGA NEKAD AJA NO MISTAKEN 😂