Simiskin And Rich Woman

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"Not yet, poss, wake me up" answered maria.

"Posa, out of brawl yes" he continued, he knew where about it, I can't say, wanted me to dodge, he continued, but I don't think there's nothing to cover up about that while it's not very intimate for me. "So I saw you and your friend in front of the hospital with an ambulance" said the word semalin strengthen maria's argument.

"Yes, mar."

"Are you the one who invited your friend?" the question was more direct and made me fall silent, who told him.

"Yes mar, my friend was in the intercept of the next child, until he entered the hospital now, the hospital is the same as you, in sardjito." I explained to Maria at least, so she would know.

"Yes, I saw it."

I was confused as to what to say, the words made me pensive and reply with what.

I didn't realize the drowsiness in my eyes was slowly disappearing, my tiredness was no longer felt. I want to make a topic but I can't, I'm stupid, my chattan is 15 minutes because the last word for me is the word that was said at the end of the discussion.

"Where are your legs?" I asked, I was so stale that I always chattan with him until I fell asleep in sleep, but unfortunately my eyes can not work together tonight, he wants to open every time for the sake of enjoyment of a moment.

"Alhamdulillah pos, it's light" he replied.

"Allhamdulillah" shocked me in my heart, maria religion of Islam, I think he is non-Muslim, but since then I realized that he is islam, many questions appeared in otaku instantly.

"muslim mary?" ask me once in a while if this is appropriate or not, but that's okay.

"yes poss, you think I'm non yes, you don't know my name right, but I don't see it because I'm usually called maria" she replied with a word I didn't think, 'em, he will reply like this, I think he will answer simply, no, he humble, whether with me he is like this, or with others as well.

"maria nur'aini."

Maybe at school when he was in the diabsen, will be mentioned his full name, but my habit after my name is called I will put my head to the table and then sleep until the end of the lesson is finished, that's all because I'm from after school to the night at work on the parking lot.

Tonight there was a little happiness in me, a feeling I had not thought much about love, since I saw that my passion was strong, but caste blocked my wild feelings, so that I don't really dare sat set sat set to him.

"Where's my number from?" I broke the silence between the chattans.

"From arhan, poss."

I didn't think Arhan would give me my number, what maria said to arhan until he wanted to give me my number, whether arhan was too fond, or sportive, ah I don't know I think too much.

The dawn of Khadib began to be seen from between my window vents, indicating that the time was approaching one third of the night, my eyes would not sleep, chicken chicken already interlinking which is said by the ancients that angels were looking for servant who was praying at that time, I don't want to miss three or two prayers that I really want to achieve.

"God give my mother a long life and give me happiness." If I wake up in the third night I will pray even though I rarely pray tahajud.

And the second prayer may be the Lord sent through Mary, may it be.

"Sleep, post, let's not sleep at school" maria teased me, I like, a little happy.

Perhaps this is called taste, it is formless but very pungent.

"Yes, this is going to sleep me" I answered him, because my eyes are tired, my body hurts, and my heart is a little happy, maybe sleeping this time will be delicious even if only a moment until morning comes.