That Cold Guy is my Ex!
Reunion End Displacement
The next morning, her beautiful son Mama Kirana was ready. Ready to pretend innocent fitting introduction. I swear yes, I am the most lazy whose name is introductions in front, kek son SD when I already have a KTP. So, even though I am 2 years in the USA, my citizenship is still Indonesia. I still love the land, water, and air of Indonesia.
I opened the window and started to breathe the fresh air of Bandung morning.
Good morning, Indonesia. Good morning budding netijen who hobbies nyemil chilli and good morning man—ups means good morning man murmured me.
And here I am, in front of the door of the classroom XII IPA-1. After a series of processions of my release from mama to the gate of Cakra that is so moving lead lebay because he always ordered the same, do not make children nangis—short, dense and nyesek.
I inhaled deeply and was ejected through my two pointed nostrils. Fortunately not below, the danger of— attack is able to destroy the ecosystem within a radius of 5 meters. So, I started to knock on the door and before long a pair of hands from a distended stomach creature opened the door. I guess he's a teacher. Yaiyalah yes kali, students wear a pink shirt with a polkadot tie and bald hair in the middle? Even if there is a cake auto evacuated to 134340 in order to peace the students.
“Sorry sir, I am a new student.” I said politely while putting on a cute pretentious face. First impressions matter, right?
“Oh yes, please come in. Don't forget to close the door from below ya.” I'm cengo. This vow the teacher gave a brain-stifling answer.
“Meanings sir?”
“I mean please come in don't forget to close the door from below because the latch is below,” Oh that is. I was just nodding at the doang.
Then the teacher called PaDi aka Mr. Didin entered back into the classroom followed me who walked the graceful path that fell cat cake with clogs.
“Attention, please.” Wih, the English is good too.
“From the gaess heula, I want to introduce a beautiful parasitic creature that will be part of the IPA-1 family which will certainly reduce the number of singles in this class.” Crazy, I'm cengo. Recently praised, I realized immediately that this teacher eleven twelve same guild ******.
I can see, the students who were really cheering and started whistling. Instantly I felt beautiful.
“Please introduce yourself, don't be long. Fear of singles whose hobby is about this reproductive chapter is getting closer to sengsem.” PakDi's statement made these students protest.
“SI MR MAH NGIRI. THERE'S CECAN, YOU'VE GOT A KNEE!” chirp the curly-haired guy sitting in the corner row. I guess this kid, typical bangor student.
“HASEUM YOU PADDY!” well especially this, the cake room BK has become a second home.
“Udah –alah ya basic singles are not educated! Now you're clapping introductions,” his word with a sigh.
“Hai good morning,”
“GOOD MORNING TOO, LOVE!”
“MORNING, MOTHER OF MY PROSPECTIVE CHILDREN.”
Buset, just greetings, immediately invaded. pake is said to be a pity again, right baper dedek.
“Include me Keynna Alsha, transfer student. Although previously lived in Amrik, I still love cimol same cilor.” Original absurd introduction I've ever made.
“CAN AJA YOU LOVE.”
“Gue willing to buy you cimol same cilor every day as long as you want to be my girl!”
Amid the commotion that hit the class that he said featured, suddenly the door opened and displayed a creature that had been a sleeping flower I—sang former brazen added saucy.
I was gaping, shocked, teased and there was a bit of pleasure. Even though I'm also clumsy. And I can find, the ex is just as surprised as I am. His sharp eyes grew sharper as they glared, before returning to a flat look. Crazy, he still has little expression.
“Where are you from Arshaka?” ask PakDi.
“Guru room,” he said flat.
“Oh yaudah, enter aja.” Looks like this one teacher has also been overwhelmed ngadepin saucy creatures but stone sculpture cake.
But strangely, he did not move. Diem aja cake statue. If he was told to cosplay as a model, 23 hours he jabanin keknya. An hour of dipake for the snack, hehehe.
“Why are you still there, Saka? You hemorrhoids?” ajigile, a handsome guy with a hemorrhoid cake. The real one!
“She sits with me.” The stone statue said that while ngarahin chin to me. His short, dense and degdegdegan words made all the people in this room surprised me.
“O—oh yes. Keynna you sit with Arshaka yes, it happens that the bench next to him is empty.” Said PakDi welcomed the breath of all class residents, especially the girls. Hurrah, my inner cool is suppurating.
Arshaka glances at me— signifies I have to follow him and go straight to his stool which is in the corner and followed me with a big heart.
I sit on the right of him who automatically if I want to sit must melewatin he used to be able to sit. After sitting down, I took a quick glance and Arshaka was still the same cake earlier, flat chest board cake. But, all of a sudden he peed at me and automatically looked at my beautiful eyes to the moon cake, anyay. Can I race my heart that has been in freefall squirming her thin smile. What a sweet oath, you're an EX!
The ice statue began to bring his face closer to me, with a distance as close as I can rasain his breath that smells of mint mixed with lemon. Suddenly he rattled his mouth into my ears, “Halo, former.” His whisper.
I hold my breath. She pulled up her face and a thin grin reappeared on her lips that seduced faith. After that the stone statue rattled my hair slowly. Huh, fortunately it was sampoan.
“Do not be nervous. Lo add beautiful.”
ORIGINAL, CAN I NOT SACK?
