Miss To Move Diary

Whose figure?

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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.

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God,,

My current miss is very heavy, though,,

How far will I survive?

God,,

My heart and my feelings are now melted together with the waves,,

Drops of clear round circles drift along with the tides of the beach,,

With the waves,,

I miss,,,,,, I,,,,

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After the rehearsal, I re-composed my script that was changed while training earlier.

Mr. Amrisal came up to me, to ask about the changes that were made. Camat followed after Mr. Amrisal.

"There are seniors, we don't need to worry anymore, Mr. Am."

Said Mr. Camat teasing me.

"Yes, sir, safely restrained if the MC show is direct protocol District who intervened."

Replied Mr. Amrisal who actually teased me more.

I just laughed in response to their jokes.

"Not senior sir, not junior, still an onion."

I refute myself.

The truth is they are my seniors.

"Sir Camat, how sir, does it fit?"

Said Mr. Nazar as he arrived standing right beside me.

"Sort of a betel on the side of the due sir." Said mr. Camat in Malay.

We laughed out loud.

"Yevn's heart." Amrisal continued in the midst of our laughter.

I just laughed amusedly at my seniors. The truth is they like to joke.

Akhinya all deal with changes that have been arranged and agreed together.

When I make sure there is no more business and other things, I say goodbye to all.

While driving to where my bike is parked, many say hello.

And when I got on the bike, my phone rang.

"Hallo, assalamu'alaikum.."

My friend opened the conversation.

"Royal, Yevn. Where's?"

Answer the voice across. It turns out that the bar boy who,,, well, you will know how his character will be in the next episode..

"Astaghfirullah, answer Eva's greetings first.."

Reply annoyed.

"Yes yes, Wa'alaikumsalam uztazah."

"Hmm, what's wrong?" My toot.

"Where is weiy?" He still asks with his style of speech that has not changed.

"I'm at the event site, in the village. You where?" My speech.

"Well, I'm in the village too, I didn't say to go home. If I know I'm coming with you."

It was clearly starting to get upset.

"Eh, another phone call tonight.. I'm going home now, take the bike. Bye, assalamu'alaikum."

I immediately closed the phone after Eva answered the greeting.

"Yevna."

Sounds like someone is calling me.

O God, where else does Satan stand in the way of coming home. Maghrib will soon be.

"Well done, Yevn?"

Ask a man who is none other than Mr. Safri.

There were some people in uniform with him.

"Yes, sir, it's done." My answer.

"Will you go home?" Ask again while frowning.

"Yes sir, go straight home." Reply potluck.

"Be careful, it's almost maghrib, the streets are busy too."

Seriously said.

"Yes sir, thank you. Yevn go home first, Assalamu'alaikum." Say goodbye.

He answered his greetings, as did his friend.

I turned on my motorbike, and I looked again at Mr. Safri and his friends while nodding a little head towards him.

At first glance I just realized, the figure of the man was in the entourage of Mr. Safri.

That guy......

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