Not Bucin's girlfriend

Not Bucin's girlfriend
Breakfasted



I was busy choosing a breakfast menu that I thought was appropriate this morning. Yellow rice? Peck rice? Rice TO? A pulp? What, yeah, that's delicious? If in these novels it usually likes to eat porridge or what. Although on the side of the road, many flies that alight, many motorcycles and then pass, all feels beautiful when eating with a girlfriend. Crackle.


No need to bribe, just eat together with Azam I was happy. Where in Dadaha is a good porridge? I've never tried, just ever eat meatballs near the mushola. There is very good meat, the price is also affordable. But, who is the one who has breakfast with meatballs? I've never heard of it. I'm not sure the meat shop is open at this hour.


I still steal a look at Azam, the road together with him like my heart can not be silent. I wanted to hold hands, but I didn't dare say. Though if in the movies it is, if the road goes hand in hand like a trailer truck. Especially if the courtship is still anget, still drunk in love, duh it's a person kayak use glue, adat really, hard to separate.


But, yes, that doesn't apply to my story with Azam. Although dating is still new, we do not have stickiness. Send a message is still like an ojeg online shopper with customers, how do you want romance? And this is at Lake, a place known as Santri Town, where I dare to join hands with Azam. Could be raided by time. Kayak alay really also walk in public places like this while holding hands. Aye, no?


I stopped the steps when Azam stopped. Frowning, why are we stopping here? I spread my eyes, now it's getting crowded. This is where I was left by Azam, where the tradesmen gathered and peddled merchandise.


I looked at Azam in wonder, don't we want breakfast? Why even come here? Shouldn't be a rice man or a porridge man.


Left undaunted, that guy left me again. I also walked behind him. He approached the barber, then ordered. I just stood behind him doing nothing. Confused also has to do.


"Aren't you a laper?" Azam asked with a confused look.


I returned his gaze no less confused. "Laper," I said while stroking my stomach. Running five rounds in Dadaha certainly drain energy, now the worms of stomach dwellers have been protesting for food.


"Why not snack?" his tanya made me frown even more in wonder. This is my brain that is really slow or Azam's mind that is already 5G? Why do I like him not connecting? It is very difficult to understand Azam, but. If it is likened, I can only read SD children's books, Azam has read about journals for thesis preparation.


"Aren't we going to eat?" ask me again in a surprised tone. I looked at him asking for understanding. Please lower your standard of mind, Azam! Make me understand, don't even make me like a bego gini!


"Well, isn't this food?" tanyanya tumben rather long-term talking.


I paused for a moment, trying to process the information I had just received. When the electrical current relationship was smooth, I looked at Azam doubtfully. "You mean, are we having breakfast with this?" I hoped he would shake his head, answering this only to prop up the stomach before we looked for the porridge.


But, Azam has always destroyed my expedition. The guy nodded slowly, paying for his snacks. He looked at me as if he was telling me to order too. Makes me just speechless.


If not in a public place, I would have attacked Azam with my bogem. He asked to be beaten up, anyway? If I had a knife, I'd have mutilated him! I cut the body parts into small pieces, then I make feed for sick chickens have neighbors.


Indeed, yes, all my fantasies about having a boyfriend bucin will only always be a delusion if it's with Azam. Instead of melting into her sweetness, I was always boiling over her annoying attitude.


I want to hit him in the head as hard as possible, jedotin jidatnya to the sidewalk until concussion. Who knows, his brain could turn into a normal person.


I ordered a peek with an annoyed face. After paying him, I left Azam alone. Walk towards the sidewalk for lesehan and a really 'favoury' breakfast with a five-thousand twist.


Hah, what an 'excellent' date'. Good thing baby, if not, I've decided Azam right now.


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**Announcement!


Hi, Ryn's here. I just want to tell you, starting the next episode I will use the third person point of view. Don't be surprised, yeah. I will be more interested in other characters. I'll also fix the groove, hopefully not really ruined, hehe.


In fact, Ina-Azam's story was supposed to end yesterday. But, I'm scared at the time demo, wkwkwk. So, the story will be continued.


I've been considering this from a while back, so the story won't be too focused on Ina alone.


Please support, yes. Keep reading Ina-Azam's story until the end.


Thank ye. 💕💕💕**