Not Bucin's girlfriend

Ngeselin

I chased Azam quite easily, don't underestimate my ability to run. As a member of exkul volleyball, of course I often run to warm up. So I can catch Azam in no time.

"We're not warming up yet, are we?" I asked while looking to the left. There was a large wall with funny pictures on it. Some sort of graffiti, maybe? I know that along the wall it is often made a photo spot for people who come here.

"Hm" replied Azam short, dense, and vague. What do you mean try? Is he justified or not? So we're going to run this way without a warm-up or what? Ih, not exactly clear, anyway!

Luckily, honey, if I don't shake his head. Why did she have to act this thick on our first date, anyway? I want to cry while rolling on the road.

I just kept quiet and followed her movements, trying to stay by her side. If this is a novel story, Azam should have slowed down, enjoyed this jogging together while occasionally joking with me. Because in the novel, people who are called cold like ice poles can act sweet and romantic to their girlfriends.

I glanced to the side, Azam's face looked even more charming from this close distance. His serious facial complexion stared forward, the streaks of sweat falling from his forehead. Aw, sexy. I want to sweat it!

I shook my head, astaghfirullah. What are you thinking, Ina? Not muhrim!

But, this Azam really does not intend to invite me to talk? His girlfriend's time didiemin continue like this? I feel like I'm jogging with a statue!

If he's really dating, shouldn't make me like this. After all, we are jogging casually, not warming up for volleyball. Know gini, I just wanted to run alone. What's the difference try me go alone with Azam? Both feel single, really! Hmh!

How am I left again, anyway?! What kind of girlfriend is she? Why didn't he drown in the Antarctic, anyway?

Finally, after running five rounds, I decided to just stop. Tired! Azam wasn't running with me anyway, I was trying to catch up, but he was somewhere. Just piss me off. If you know it will be this way, mending do not need a date all at once.

I slid my feet, enjoyed the breeze. Fortunately I stopped here, the place was quite quiet, although sometimes there were some people passing by while running. Yeah, it's noon now. So a lot has come.

After fifteen minutes of silence enjoying the atmosphere, I pulled out my phone and decided to take a selfie. I wanted to get Ayu here instead of the gabut to be alone. Lagian Azam is also not the intention of that date. Bikin.

I selfie in different styles, lifting two fingers, three fingers, four fingers, five fingers, and one finger. I also wear various expressions, so cute, a sweet smile spoiled, grinning, until an ugly expression. When I finished, I looked at my shots.

Hm, the photos are a lot, but the good ones are just a few. Mah women, take pictures can be hundreds, which keake at least ten photos doang. Where sometimes if uploaded to the internet, made a snap for example, his face covered with stickers anyway. Let what try? Mending need not be uploaded, is.

I had not finished choosing the photo, someone came and handed me a bottle of mineral water in front of my eyes. Ah, just surprise. Instead of taking it, I prefer to see who the giver is.

As soon as my heart goes alay, I feel this shame. Azam still cares about me. He remembers walking with his girlfriend. Cih, where the hell was he? Why doesn't he just die like a crested wagon? Ngeselin!