Maidatul Khan's

Announcement of new work

Hi lurrr....

I wrote a new work here. Stop by, still a thin comedy, this time smelling of fantasy.

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"I like you!"

"It's no surprise anyway, a lot of people like me, they say I'm a fun girl, I know"

"No, that's not what I meant. More than like ..."

"Love?"

Aroof. Since when I don't know, but the fact is he fell in love with a human. As for her original self, only an albino catfish was nearly extinct.

Bora chuckles amusedly. His tone mocked Aroof who looked foolish in his eyes.

"Hey, you know, even though your big sister is beyond reason, but I'm sorry, I don't want to think about love for now"

"Why?"

"Eummn... " While snacking Bora conveys the reason. An ideal that is impossible if in reason.

"Before I succeed in becoming the founder of expensive perfumes, I promise not to fall in love, ah.... what is love?"

With his slobber, Bora even touched the results of the search for treasure from his nostrils. Aroof is not disgusted, instead Bora looks more adorable.

Can Aroof fulfill its mission to destroy humans?

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Chapter 1: One

The nets were stocked, with great difficulty Mr. Daman pulled the nets hoping that the harvest this time would be successful. But all he got was a thin banding fish that failed to grow, maybe got stunsting. Mr. Daman moved the fish into a blue barrel, then repeated the mesh as before.

"Allah, mbok yo gini can be a mermaid, or all of you can be a whale" muttered Mr. Daman.

Sometimes Mr. Daman wipes the sweat on his forehead. Forgot with his hands full of mud, as a result of spruce kayak bocil playing in the comberan. Mr. Daman bent down, his net stuck in a bamboo reot stick that stuck in the middle of the pond.

His eyes narrowed as the sunlight dazzled his hazy gaze. Blurred because between sweat droplets that enter the lining of the eye or because of lack of Aquo drinking so out of focus.

"Eh, who is it?" Monologue Mr. Daman.

From a distance of about four or five meters, Mr. Daman could see there was a man walking towards him. But wait, what's wrong? Mr. Daman could not recognize the man. The closer, the clearer. The man walked like a catwalk model. His face looked cold and conch.

"Astaghfirullah's..."

"Astaghfirullah's..."

"Astaghfirullah azim thing"

Mr. Daman closed his eyes with his two palms. After a bit closer, it turned out that Mr. Daman's vision was not wrong, the man was completely naked. Without a thread on his body. His body was dirty with mud. Even so, Mr. Daman can still see clearly how the trunk of the elephant belonging to the man who walked like a song model was also seen klewer-klewer do not know themselves.

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This is my fourth novel, hopefully I can write even better.

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