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"First choice, you study abroad. Take any major you want, keep your focus on college. Don't think about business bokap lo because all I will handle until you graduate college."
"Second option, you can study at any campus as you wish. But my majors are erratic and of course you will give me the responsibility to take care of your bokap business from now on."
Agam raised both his eyebrows. "Simple, right?"
"Simple in your eyes, not in my dog's eyes!" the Gala in the heart.
"As far as you go, Bang! I'm back!" pamit Gala's. Instead of hearing the chatter of Agam that has the potential to make him more irritated, it is better to leave as soon as possible.
"Start!" Agam chased after Gala who was already standing right at the
front door.
Gala turned body. Raising next to his eyebrows, Gala seemed to ask Agam, why?
"There's something important I want to tell you."
"Quick."
"Sit down first" asked Agam to move his eyeballs towards the sofa.
"Hem! Talking about it is very difficult. I'm hustling.
The only thing I think is important is that
the same with Riri. If not, it means that it is not
important."
Agam looked at Gala with a difficult look. "You know that thing about your bladder, how about it?"
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"No exclamation ah, the time we four went to college at the same campus," said Ilham made his three friends look at him strangely.
Tonight the four of them are enjoying the rest of the time before they officially become students by gathering on the terrace of Drax headquarters. They realize, most likely when they have stepped on the world of lectures, they will rarely have time to just gather together like tonight. They will be busy with heavier-than-task college assignments as they became high school students yesterday.
"Any lo," taunted Akbar. "Other people want to go to college together, you don't even want to."
Ilham looked at Akbar as a serious snob. "What do we do, Bar?"
"Bodo very! Hand over, Ham."
"Why are we on campus?" ask Gala curiously. Since then Gala chose to be silent because she was lazy to respond to the ravings of Inspiration that actually did not matter.
After all, since when does Inspiration matter?
"What the hell, Gal. Only if we do not sekampus let a little dramatic. Among us there will be rich
some kind of farewell."
"Lo is dead, let there be a farewell" Alan said, leaving Gala and Akbar open.
While Ilham, the guy with the army-colored hoodie immediately gulped down his rough saliva. Alan once spoke was directly pierced into the heart.
Inspiration grunts harshly. "Buck, Lan. Speech is prayer. If I really die, then if you become a sad boy again, you have no friends."
Alan looked at Ilham sharply. Ilham's remarks just indirectly said that one day Alan will become a sad boy because he was left by his girlfriend Meisya. "You mean?"
As usual, Ilham only smirked innocently if Alan had revealed a creepy expression like now. "Hehe's kidding, Lan. Just as rich as you said just now. Kidding too, right?"
Alan was busy with the books he read. No longer want to respond to Inspiration speech that has the potential to make him more upset.
"Lo and Riri didn't go the same way, Gal?" tanya Akbar while drinking matcha-flavored drinks on the table.
"Not so. I take business management, Riri take literature
vietnam."
"Sorry, forgot," Akbar replied casually. "Lagian, stingy very lo, Ham. Pantes Nenda won't."
"It's not a stingy problem! That's matcha plan I want to give to Nenda! I gave you a powder spell to let Nenda like me!"
Akbar who was drinking his own drink immediately choked to hear the explanation of Ilham. "Sat! I drank a little. What if I like you, Ham?" panic Akbar.
"Don't eat it!" spray Ilham. Inspiration advanced his body and asked in a soft voice.
"Btw, are you starting to like me now, Bar? I look good, don't I?"
Inspiration justifies her hair with a confident face. While Akbar, do not ask again, of course the guy was amused to hear the narration of Ilham who was ignorant.
"Lo crazy! I'm still normal!"
"Ah time?" goda Ilham raised his eyebrows sideways pretentious.
"Annij*! I throw the chair in your face!" threaten Akbar's.
"Haha! If you start to like me, Bar.
Don't get me wrong!"
Akbar's eyes grew increasingly glared. "THE TRUTH IS I'M LEM-"
"Whisper!" alan said that Akbar and Ilham immediately lowered their voices. As for Gala, she was quite fond of being the audience for their drama tonight.
"Hem! Crazy lo, Ham. Today, we still believe in pellets
that's clear!" grunts Akbar.
Ilham raised Nenda's favorite matcha-flavored drink. "Believe in disbelief, what's wrong with trying? The free part is also her powder incantation. Don't pay rich quack dukun it."
"Who knows, after drinking this Nenda really likes me," continued Ilham hopeful. "Gue is tired of chasing Nenda mulu. I've run out of ways to catch up with Nenda."
Inspiration shows her face. "Where can I replace Nenda who is chasing me?"
"So copet. Take the wallet," Alan chirped in a flat tone and fixedly focused gaze at the book.
Everyone, except Ilham laughed at Alan's suggestion
which is quite perverse but makes sense.
"Anjir, so pickpocket my dong?" ilham Protest. "Feast
the bulls are so pickpockets!"
Akbar confirmed Alan's words. "But really, Ham. If you become a pickpocket, take Nenda's wallet, Nenda will surely chase you. Ahhaha!"
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A message to Gala Arsenio Abraham?
A message for Riri?
A message for Agam?
A message for Alan?
A message for Akbar?
A message for Inspiration?
A message for Nenda?
A message to whom?
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