Memory Dimension

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When the mood is messy again, ngaku or enggak you will not understand the same feelings you own. Plus if again comes this month, it is certain that every girl has ever fussed whose name is ancur mood, sumilang, and the strangest is ever in a position to cry, nangis, I don't know what the cry is because of what. I don't know, today my feelings are dilapidated.

I want to cry.

Not because of something that made me cry, not because of someone. I just want to cry, because of myself. Crying for myself, which sometimes I feel useless, any job I do is always wrong in the eyes of people who permanently look at us only with the mistakes we have made. Humane, coy. You are not always right, and you are not always wrong, why still demand perfection? I must understand, but I feel, I always have to understand and understand all situations.

I hate.

I hate my time and my heart.

But back again, I have to understand. At least I do not run suicide jump from the height of the mosque istiklal, let me doubt if the death of me is valid, because in the mosque. Yakali, I'm not that stupid. And I always thought that God was good to me. Even though I lost both my parents. My heart, my feelings, my mind, my brain are still given an incredible spaciousness, even though there is always a point where I hate my heart and my brain.

No one knows the same concept of my thinking. So, I don't care. I understand everything when I managed to wake up from the coma yesterday, there were many strange stories that happened when I was in a coma, just I don't know if there will be anyone who believes it or not. But, all that, it was able to make me open my eyes wide, that indeed life is only about a wound. Because if you do not try to be happy, you will forever feel hurt.

I am not a motivator.

I'm just a stupid girl who has managed to wake up from a coma, and go back to a silly life that is only about the rotation of ftv dramas, which I think, should I go the same bokap and nyokap. But, I have not been charitable enough, or it could be said, I am not ready to die because I have not married. No, coy. Sometimes I'm that bad. Originally, I am a pendiem, and stiff when meeting new people, and never want to open a chat when dealing with new people. But if you already understand me, you will always ngakak and look at me different from most of God's most sexy creatures in this world.

I'm not sexy, but I'm a natural beauty. Anyjay.

"Van!"

"Yes, Tra?"

"Lo's the tip?"

"Yes, I'm lemes."

"Why? Lo sick?" Petra directly put her palm on my eel. "But why not an angel?"

"The pain's right here, Tra." I immediately held my stomach. Petra was even whiny.

"Song title." he's slacking off.

"Not funny."

"What pain does it hurt?"

"My monthly cycle makes all my body feel pegel and sick how so. Especially in the stomach."

"Somach can be pegel, Van?"

"Dissipated! Stop whining at me, Tra. I am again sumilang. It was my first day of menstruation. Don't make my mood more upset, dong." I show a faint face and care about the demon am komuknya who tried to make the atmosphere liquid, but failed.

"What can you help me with?"

"I think I got a lot today."

"Continue?"

"Gue's embarrassed."

"Then why?"

"We're home a little quiet, Tra."

"Why?"

Damn, Petra absolutely does not understand that my back skirt has menggejeplak red sign there. That's my sign today. So girls are sometimes complicated. I'm sebel.

"It's okay."

"Lied."

"But, we're going home on a bike, Tra?" I'm switching the conversation

"Yes, time to use the plane."

"Yes abisnya lo nanya no-anya. Have you ever seen me bring a vehicle other than a motorcycle?"

Petra's talk has a point, too. I also nodded. "Yes, uh."

"But at least Van, even if I have never been allowed to take a car to school itself, like the GGS movie they are on to bring a car to school. But look at my bike, I've brought ninjas, when most high school boys take matic. And in the past when Junior High, I used to use FU, when other Junior High children only brought a duck motor."

"Damn, lo. Swagger."

"Belvin. Fact, if I'm a rich kid."

I'm afraid Petra is that cool. Only sometimes he is like a chameleon, he always goes here and there without any caste differences. Unfortunately yes it was, I deket ama dianya only now-now.

"Tra?"

"Yes, why?"

"Gue doesn't want to ride a motorcycle. How's dong?"

"Anjay, you want to get in the car? Or walk? Let the effect be romantic."

"is. That's not PA!

"Continue?" he even teased me with his look and grin that asked me to shake from earlier. Comic is innocent *******. ****

"Gue translucent, Tra. You still don't understand?" without speaking the codes again, I say what they are. And Petra thought for a moment.

"Through what?"

The vow. I felt like screaming right then and there. Coded Petra does not understand, said directly he still does not mean. Instantly my mood was immediately messy, until I was overwhelmed to pick it up.

Five seconds later, Petra realized the look on my face that was currently mixed, between the sick heid equally angry because Petra did not understand what I was talking about.

"Ooh, I get it." His face immediately turned serious, and his ignorant face immediately faded. Original, Petra looks maco if again the expression is normal.

Petra initiates open her own jacket, and she gives me her jacket.

"Nih, you take. Lo cover up your back skirt with red stains. I don't understand, you code there, code here, why don't you just say that your skirt has blood."

"Gue's embarrassed." I said slowly and lowered my head.

"Yaudah lo wear his jacket, iket at lo waist, so you can cover the back of your skirt."

"OKAY. Thanks." Thanks."

"Jude, let's go home."

Petra pulled my hand. But I hold. "Don't on the bike, Tra. Later if I sit, the blood can seep into your jacket, will automatically if I sit, my jacket I sit too."

"Care very much the same jacket, Van. Just a few days ago."

"Lo don't disdain Tra for my blood?"

"Aah, you say what, anyway? Yes, no, you should be disgusted. Let alone the blood of a virgin girl like you."

"Aish."

"Jaudah, come home. Why here long ago. Test hunting, Van. Or if not later we stop by Alfamart first, I buy you a sanitary pad deh."

Anyjay. I swear by anything, is Petra not aware of his words? He wants to buy me a sanitary pad, of course it will make the supermarket tocot guards will be stuck, a Petra the guy who has a look manly and a very funny appearance to buy a sanitary pad. What does the world say?

But in a way that I feel like everything, I feel very comfortable with Petra. The point is, which girl is not big if you can think of such an attitude from a guy who has an inhuman face. Yes, Petra handsome. Miraculous son. He is too instalment if it is familiar, but if you just know him, you will definitely say; if Petra is pendiem and cold, but not. He's an asshole. Just so, I don't think he'll dare to fuck me. So, ama he ngalir so aja kayak eek who casually drifted in the river, until finally landed at his destination.

Et, yes. The goal? I don't even understand, I'm the same Petra friends have a purpose like what. I don't know. Right now I'm just enjoying my time with Petra, which little by little I will get used to, and forget about how stupid I love Blue Akraraditya.