Simiskin And Rich Woman

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"Mary, post." Where's he my number?, am I dreaming?. "Don't be rash in the post he might just want to thank you, nothing more."my little heart brushed aside all the questions that came along with disbelief. Grogi began to spread in my body, my race to maria in the form of a magnet back, is this the way?, ah impossible. but my pain is still felt, but my pain is still felt, but the message slightly affected the turmoil of my heart that was very euphoric because of the brawl earlier.

"Yes, maria" I answered briefly while compressing the part of my body that was affected last hour. I didn't answer him right away, I paused for about 10 minutes because mommy was talking to me, and I would appreciate anyone who was my interlocutor, that's the message that mom sent me.

"I'm sorry, for my mother's attitude." Not long after I replied, Maria sent me another message. It's true that I thought he just wanted to apologize for his mother's attitude, sometimes I look at the phone that I put on my desk sometimes I look at my friend who was telling me about the incident.

"What's wrong, I'm used to it." My answer is accompanied by emot laughs not sincerely, ah I don't know what emot is.

"It does not mean that the post, my mother is so original ceplas ceplos only if speaking" maria still defended her mother, even though it was wrong, he said, but it's only natural that if I became a maria I might as well be like that.

"Oh yes" I replied coldly, although I would like to linger a long time chattan with him.

And maria just returned with a thumb emot, chattan stopped with an emot that I really liked but also really hated because it was a sign of ending the conversation.

My blood started to stop pouring, my pain slowly disappeared. When the clock shows at 1 am, I invite friends to return home and rest because tomorrow there is school.

"Let's go back, it's night, tomorrow's school" I told my friend.

My friends also one by one headed to Sri ma'am to pay for the food we ate earlier, then say goodbye.

"Have I paid for the post?" Ask jarry to me while tos.

"It's safe" I answered briefly.

"Come, post, come back" Econ called me.

I immediately climbed the motorbike and slowly walked towards the house.

"Assalamaualaiku ma'am" I called my mother who may have fallen asleep, but my mother was used to it if I came home at this hour. I knocked on the door and called my mother.

I heard the sound of my mother walking towards the door and opening the lock.

I kissed my mother's hand, and wanted to hurry to the bathroom to muffle the clothes and jackets that had been drenched in a lot of blood.

"Out again, huh?"

"yes, mom"

"Lee, I've stopped, I don't want to lose you, every day I worry about you, posa ndak love me as much as mother what?" my mother rebuked me, while looking at her tape face, which I could at least see my mother like that.

"Yes ma'am, posa understand, posa love kok mother" my mother often said like this after I bawuran, yes I was stunned, but still I do.

"Astaghfirullah, there's a lot of blood on your jacket, son."

"What's wrong, ma'am, just a little wound really."

"Had my mom gone back to sleep, Posa wanted to soak his clothes and then sleep."

"Jaudah hurry up" answered my mother.

I immediately walked to the toilet and prepared a bucket and rinso to soak my jacket and clothes. Finished muffle clothes, I also immediately headed to the room, and the activity before going to bed is to see good stuff on instagram or facebook.

"Where was the sin, where was the rush to go home" at 02.00 maria chocked me, I was shocked.

"Mary hasn't slept?" Reply spontaneously.