Miss To Move Diary

Miss To Move Diary
Gladi Result



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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. πŸ‘βœŒ


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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 towards me.


When I looked at him he threw his face away and looked the other way.


He's a man in uniform. I've never seen him.


Yes, maybe my feelings.


Mr. Amrisal came and my students who understood my busy situation were saying goodbye to their respective places.


Mr. Nazar's following in Brlakang, Mr. Amrisal.


He smiled very friendly. Very sociable.


"So a seleb sekrang ya Yevn." Said Mr. Nazar after laughing from Mr. Am.


I just answered with a laugh.


"But it fits Mr. Am if he becomes a celeb. Appearance okay, talent is there, fans are there."


Said Mr. Nazar again trying to tease me.


"Where did he try...." I answered with a laugh loosely. responded to mister Nazar's guyonan.


Mr. Amrisal did not respond except by laughing.


"So from the Fans, I'm the first person and in the first row." Mr. Nazar said, I just laughed.


"Russia, Yevn. Not in ladenin. The flutter and seduction is so high, and soaring."


Mr. Amrisal said, I laugh a lot.


"Yaaaahh, support me a little why the hell sir?"


Say it by putting on a look of annoyance.


I continued the discussion and revised the script of the arrangement of my show with Mr. Amrisal and Mr. Nazar.


We kept arguing with each other's views.


Even though he was my high school teacher, we were still sporty and professional while working.


Finally Camat who saw us in discussion approached and asked about the development of the event.


The one that Amrisal and I debated was the name and title of Camat.


Finally, Mr. Amrisal asked for the full name and title of the Camat.


I smile triumphantly at Mr. Amrisal. Because I was right this time.


In the corner of my eyes I can see Mr. Nazar was watching me.


Sometimes when I look at him he smiles at me.


spontaneously I bertoss ria towards Mr. Nazar, hearing the answer from the Camat.


Our discussion is complete, there are some event items made along with the backup.


It depends on the situation when the event takes place.


This is where one of his heavy points became an MC.


Gladi resik in the beginning, I held my microphone and took a position under the paddy.


Why under the pasaka? This is my own request, I don't want to be exposed by society.


Different again when the event takes place later, inevitably, my position has been determined by the committee.


That figure still steals the steal look towards me.


Who her?


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