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"What time do they usually finish?" Ask maria.

"Night is usually mar." "Ordinary bad boy, malem malem roangie." Answer arhan. while adding emote laugh that there is water in the head.

"Like the brawl?"

"yes, mar"

They were very intense chattan no pause until 5 minutes, arhan looks so happy, he was like a doctor martinez, changing the coolest profile photo lined photo album on his phone, he was like a doctor martinez, and make a story about the usual, average scientist man will be so to look okay by the woman he likes. While I have nothing, the phone has cracked and hard to squeeze let alone want to style like a martinez doctor, it could be, he said, but maybe all my savings for a year will be in vain for such a thing, I just want to be myself, if Maria likes me yes I am like this.

"I asked for posa's number, han"

"Make what, mar" replied Arhan.

"I want to thank him and apologize for my mother's attitude".

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Me and my friend just went straight to the stall bu sri, the stall that used to make us hang out and tell stories, talking about the rigors of the adult world, I did not guard the parking lot today. If I hadn't kept the parking lot, my mother would have known where I was, because I used to go home with a shirt or jacket drenched in blood, and she would have said "the important thing is not to take nyacatin which results in him difficult to get work in the future." Those words can already be laughed at in my mind. Maybe my mom got tired of scolding me and I didn't turn fox. My mother cannot blame me, which she should blame is her husband for not being able to accompany me in a young age full of curiosity and want to know.

"Abis bawuran again huh?" call it bu sri her full name sri lestariningsih, she is a stall mother who already considers us as her own children.

"Yes ma'am" I replied.

"Is anyone hurt?"

I fell silent because the wounds I had for a long time the pain spread throughout the body.

"There's a lot of blood on your body, let's see" continued Ms. Sri.

There were no wounds too lodged in my friend's body, only cuts to shoots, and all my friends were used to such wounds.

I don't want to take off my clothes, it must be big and in the wound I've been through

"Let's see your wounds, a lot of blood on your shirt" said Ms. Sri.

I slowly opened the painful part slowly.

"Astaghfirullah" surprised mom, while running back, I don't know what.

My wound was so deep, that until my bones were seen, it deserved to hurt so much.

"Let's take you to the hospital, poss." Econ.

"No con, it's okay with this."

"In that, your blood won't stop" jarry forced me.

"It's okay, at least tomorrow it's healing" said a little bit of pain, but I don't want my friend to know that I'm in pain, but I don't want my friend to know that I'm in pain, I was taught by my mother to try to hold something painful, but it hurt so much, my blood flowed unwilling to stop.

"Ni dikasih alcohol used to be cleaned, continue to be compressed all in the dressing used to wound you let ndak keep flowing blood" said bu sri.

I take a compress with water and I stick it slowly on the affected part of the hour. Slowly my blood field began not to come out again, but when exposed to alcohol that was inserted in the compress it was a tremendous pain.

"Ting" a message came in my heart

I slowly took the land of the mobile phone that I put beside me with a number that I did not know. I saw then again, my thoughts from the side of Aziz to challenge me again for the defeat they did not accept.