Not Bucin's girlfriend

First Meeting

As someone who loves to die the same read, I certainly influenced the same what I read. Including how I determine the criteria in choosing a boyfriend. Because the novels I read are free novels on the internet, so I mostly read them locally.

Local novels are cool, too. The guy is a fighting champion, a brawler, a showman, a wild race champ, and others. But unfortunately I've never met a single guy like that.

The place I went to school was really cool, the guy was on sholeh, if the girl was the same gossip guy. But I'm not, I'm a sholeha child, beautiful, smart, diligent saving (in the stall), and his hobby is also a very home child, read novels online.

Why do I read novels online? Because I like gaiz, make snacks less especially to buy books, duh dizzy. Want it can exist on instagram so bookstagram that, but what the power of the novel is not bought.

Sometimes I like to wonder, how can my friends buy expensive makeup, while I make lunch alone sometimes it feels not full. I often see my friends opening salons in class. Lots of make up, lined up on the table. Especially if four friends have gathered, beuh, it's a table full. There's lipstick, liptint, lipbalm, eye shadow, mascara, powder, foundation, I don't know what else I don't know his name.

Well, how can they have money to buy it all? I go to school usually Rp. 10,000, the cost of taking a round-trip freight Rp. 4,000, the first break snack is the same as the second taste Rp. 6,000 is not enough. Have not paid cash class, cash exculpation, photo copy, mengeprint, duh where enough. Either those who are the prophets, or the sum of their provisions between heaven and earth. I don't know, it's still a mystery to me.

Usually they open a salon after dzuhur prayer, he said anyway let fresh and do not look cute. Be fitting to learn their face kinclong storm. They also bring a face wash, which sometimes makes you upset because it makes the queue to the toilet so long. Fucking chick.

Moreover, usually girls like complicated yes, pee aja long, this plus face wash, duh kebayang right how do you? That's why I like permission to go to the toilet when it has entered the dzuhur time, so no need to wait long. But still, usually there are people who are interested too. Hadeuhwas.

That is, sometimes if they are on a whim, they like to groom me, and if it's shit I can't escape. The outcome? I don't know, I think my face is the same. Sorry yes, not arrogant, but my skin is yellow with a texture as smooth as a baby's ass. So without makeup and skincare my face is beautiful. It is very suitable if you are with Azam, a handsome guy who has a cold nature like in my favorite novels.

I have had a crush on Azam since the orientation period, approximately one and a half years ago. Azam is not part of OSIS let alone Scouts, but I met him fit again to go to the toilet. Her nose that was like a child's crush made me fall in love at first sight.

Crazy one! So handsome! shouts inwardly my ganjen. Though at that time I was sleepy again heavy, if again the orientation period liked there was material yes, well nyampein the material was ngebosenin, be my permission to go to the toilet. But look at Azam's face, well these eyes immediately literate, immediately so it feels, just can not turn away from his handsome face pake that much.

As a Muslim is actually very haram for me to see who is not a mahram, but as an ordinary girl I can not resist the charm of a handsome guy. Be I try to stare at him without blinking, he said that the first look was not sin.

I was hoping for a gift, and I tried to greet him. Who knows, you can ask for your WhatsApp number. Who can refuse if asked for no. WA same pretty girl like me?

With courage and confidence at the seventh level of the sky, I approached Azam with a sweet smile with charm. Hopefully he doesn't have a wall that makes him immune to the charms of a pretty girl like me. If there was, I'm sure the wall would have collapsed as he stared at my sweet smile, hahay.

"Good day, A." At that time I did not know his name, and as a native Lake person, so I called him A. She was obviously an upperclassman, as her clothes were white gray. Not like I'm still wearing blue white clothes. Fortunately, there was no hazing now, so my appearance was safe. The storm as usual.

In my heart I had already put together words to prolong the conversation, such as asking, "What's the name? Introduce, I'm Ina Fitriani, a candidate for class X majoring in IPA. What class is it? What department, A? Whoa, we're a big deal! It's happy! Can I have the number, A? Who knows if there will be a lesson that I do not understand, can you ask Aa? Hehe."

But the world rarely stands with me. Azam just knitted his brows, nodded slightly, then left just like that. Crazy, songong very! He didn't even smile back at me!

Devastated was my confidence level, from the seventh heaven level directly plunged freely into the deepest part of the earth. What less am I trying to ignore like this? Beautiful, clear. Polite, don't ask. Sweet, duh already like martabak full chocolate gini time is still less sweet, anyway? Ah, is he not normal, huh? Love the sweet smile from others? Astagfirullah, Ina, don't suudzon so! Not okay.

While grumbling, I went into the toilet. Not strong anymore pee, but the intention was just to wash your face, now even kebelet. Could this be the effect of meeting a handsome guy? What a hell, the time to meet handsome guys so want to pee. Not likely.

If I remember again, I really like the cold guy characters like that in novels. But what if I meet in the real world it feels so bad, huh? I want Azam's head benturine to the wall. Until many times even. Really, deh.

But after that I became curious, would Azam be as rowdy as his girlfriend? Although annoyed half-dead, I even became curious about Azam, and ended up finding out all about him.

After stalling almost all of her social media accounts, and wondering all about her to the upperclassman who had me groped all out, I finally found something interesting about Azam. Something that made my enthusiasm level rise to the level of a god all at once.