Miss To Move Diary

Revision.... Whose figure?

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There are still many mistakes in this writing. 🙏🙏

Here Yevn shares only a few of Yevn's personal stories. There is a comment that Yevn read if this is more like reading a diary, that's right. 👍✌

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Finally I found Mr. Amriasal with his friend in the musholla.

"How many servings of Yevn?" Ask Mr. Amrisal.

"Ga tau, mama prepared." My answer. Amrisal and I are very close. Then I dare to be a little spoiled by him.

I consider him my own father.

It was with him that I was taught to cultivate my voice, to become an MC.

And alhamdulillah already known the district for now.

In addition to Mr. Amrisal, there are some friends in this room as well.

Then Mr. Nazar came in, he grinned at me.

It means he hasn't eaten either.

"Well, why not buy it. So how much is this your mama?"

Ask Mr. Amrisal.

"What ga sir. Mama's just the name, why don't you go over to the house just stop by, but Yevn says we're hunting down the target today."

I clearly.

"Shy Mr. Yevn. but really hungry. He had never taken a food box because he was gigging to leave work. Uh, just eat, ludes, it's not part of it.."

Obviously Mr. Amrisal again followed the laughter of the others.

"Yes, eat first sir, Yevn wait outside." My speech.

"More." Mr. Amrisal said as he reached into his bag and took out some sheets of paper.

My drive to get out of there stopped.

"This is the text of the arrangement of the event, try to read first, then the odd one in kmau mark. Or if there's an idea, there's input or whatever we'll discuss."

Clearly again.

"Okay..." My answer is short.

I also came out of the room, looking for a place to meditate with the script of the arrangement of the event that I had received.

Walk slowly while cuddling looking for the right place.

I chose the stairs on the left.

Many of my former students joined the show. Start joining as a kurt, playing a musical instrument, as a dance and others.

They only greeted from a distance while waving their hands. Because they are training with groups and their respective parts.

I focused on my script. There are some that I have marked, I wrote a new sentence.

There's also what I marked his name, like his camat name. Because the name of the camat listed in the script with the name camat to my knowledge is different.

Now the event arrangement text paper that was clean, neatly arranged, was full of my graffiti.

I'm done revising it. Just waiting for a re-discussion with Mr. Amrisal and then continue to the committee and Camat.

I sit back and wait for Amrisal. Some of the men said hello and waved at me while running.

"Yumuuu....!!!"

Suddenly I was shocked to get a greeting attack handshake, a hug from them. It's true in assault.

They are busy conveying their own homesickness. I just listen with a smile.

No chance to talk currently😅😅😂

I was known for being strict and disciplined when teaching.

I have my own rules and regulations during my teaching hours.

Impressed very firmly daaaan. Thank God, they are not vengeful, and glad to be missed.

My class is waiting. Even as I write this I still receive messages from my students.

Back to the base of the story.

While cool to hear and tell stories with the students, I accidentally caught a figure who was watching......

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