
Levana olifia
The sweet fragrance of wildflowers invited me to be lulled even deeper in an intoxicating anesthetic like I was dreaming,I was able to release all the burdens of my mind.just lean under the old tree.if I could want to stay here for as long as it.but not the life of his name if he does not stifle man with problems.
Birds chirping along with the friction of the deaunanyang brought by the wind.I almost fell asleep almost unfortunately something rained down on my head making me want to not open my eyes.and guess who did nyah? one of the lackeys in life who made trouble in my life. His high school national shirt fluttered with a white T-shirt with a grim reaper screen behind the nyah.
The errand boy tilted his head nyah .yah I prefer to call his errand boy rather than call his name nyah. Cearlles is too good a name .in not an angel so I don't think there's a problem in this.
"You want to be lazy here?" one of the nyah's hands that was crabbing a red apple threw the apple down my thigh.
I changed my sitting position and suggested not to show nyah.I don't want this garden damaged by fighting.I have to keep my dream hidden, behind every petal of wildflowers.but, I have to keep my dream still,by the way, where did this guy know this park?
"Lu bututin gw?"squash me when I realize it.
Cearlles just chuckled, did not reply.then sat on the side of the kuh.angin who breezy play the hair into the groaning .I can see the earrings attached to the ear turn on.it would be better to keep a distance within a radius of five meters than this guyih, a person also thinks like that,including me.sadang nyah even though I want but I can not .how can keep the distance with someone who even lives with you?
"This place is not bad either, sis,"his comment while straightening the legs.kata'kak' which he said felt bad at hearing , heavy admit it even though three months have passed.he is my sister, he is my brother, sister in the law I mean.my mother married a widower one child so long slumped after the death of my father.early that I support this marriage.but now I feel stupid.who would have thought the child of my new father is a tenth grade child who has been a lot of trouble at school.
"don't believe the same tenth graders, they're all upperclassman sycophants.
I'm not that bad Cearlles said as if he could read my mind.
"Little parade?", I narrowed my eyes.
Cearlles held out his four fingers."telat,hair,anting, equally teach the same child belagu.eh,gue even have not truant again, you know! It's just a lesson from bald doang."
"That's a fair amount of money for you to kick from school" I said.
"At no doubt the value of the replay is always above 80 and.... Cearlles leaned his body towards me, making me retreat to my senses."gue didn't make a promise."
Cearlles and I did promise to be the other guys at school. This agreement is beneficial, so as if there is no reason for us to break it.sehust be.but the fact of nyah, Cearlles late this often greet meh.that's why I remember no doubt about our agreement.
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