Return of Romantic Artists

Applicable Alumni 1

On the sidewalk of the road near the campus, the bustling students walk down and back. Two college students were chatting while giggling. I don't know what they're talking about, for sure, only they know.

Unintentionally, without looking right and left, front and back, one of the female students walked over to the towering tall man playing his phone with one of his curly-haired friends.

“Astagfirullah!” she screamed at the woman while she kissed her mouth with one hand.

As a result, the man's phone lay with a bright screen but in seconds the phone was immediately dead.

With a swift woman immediately took the phone belonging to the man in front of her.

“Sorry, Mom. Well. I was not accidentally.” The woman showed a sad face because she felt guilty. The look on his face would be a condition of regret for recklessly having chatted without looking right and left.

The other friend is the same. He who took part in the conversation while laughing without looking around felt guilty.

As quickly as lightning the woman racked her brain what she had to do to solve this problem.

“Gini aja, Mas.” The hooded sorority pashmina navy's. “Hp we replace, yes, Mas. We can joint venture, kok.”

“Ck!” the curly-haired man also screeched in response to the young people of today who seemed to underestimate the problem. With money the problem can be immediately solved.

While the handsome man in casual clothes was drooling a sweet smile.

“Nothing, Ma'am. Later sa—”

“Basic children today, yes, usually just easy problem. Origin there is money directly in order.” Speak curly men while glaring.

“Responsibility!” strict orders. Until making two students in front of him jerked, as well as students around who immediately whispered to respond to the incident.

“Serem so angry Kang Yuga, that's it!”

“Taste ospek, Bro!” the other timpal.

“They don't know ya the most alumni?”

The whispers from among the students did not make the two students aware because they did not hear what they said. Also, about their ignorance of who these two grown men in front of him were.

“No need, Ma'am, it's okay. Hpnya only—”

“Apaan, anyway, Bro. They have to be responsible!” curly-haired male protest not accepted.

“Udah ah, yuk home!” the handsome man dragged his kinky friend towards their car.

There was relief in the two students. Relieved because they managed to be free from the clasped curly men are julid and fierce.

However, the veiled woman was not calm.

“Heh, Ma'am. If you want responsibility, then his wife Gilang aja. He's looking for a wife!” yells curly-haired man.

The deg!

Huh huh?

“Hushh!! Ngaco you, Gi!” gilang protests while continuing to drag Yuga into the parking lot.

The student's contact there screamed spoiled because the alumni of the sorority was looking for a wife. Who knows if I can list, right?

“Alana! Rani!” call the Tone that is in the same location.

“Sini!” take it with you while waving your hand.

“What's up?” tanya Alana—women with long hijab—with curious look.

“You don't know them?”

Alana and Rani shook their heads compactly making Nada tepuk jidat.

“Gosh! You guys really don't want to? That Kang Yuga is the same Kang Gilang. Which ospek we entered the campus. Time forgot anyway?”