THE LOVE OF SMP CHILDREN

08

Traffic lights at crossroads turn red . A guy, a dozen years old, dressed in a shabby t-shirt with three-quarters trousers (because the length is just below the knee), and, with his left hand cradling the same newspaper the magazine rushed down the street .

By carrying his merchandise, Damar stepped one by one car that was stopping because the lights were red while from his mouth hentai hentinya offer his merchandise .

"Newspapers...the newspaper..the evening paper, the newspaper tabloid magazine...."

" Dik , newspaper ..!".call a man dressed in perlente in a luxury car .

" The paper, Om?" ask Damar.

" Yes."

" What newspaper, Om?"

The middle-aged man dressed in perlente did not answer . His eyes fixedly looked at Damar's face, making the young man frown, not understanding why the rich man looked at him in such a way . So asked instead of answering , but instead silent silence .

" Om..."

" Oh, uh, yeah ....?"

" What's up, Om?"

" Oh uh, ng . Nothing - nothing ."

" Why are you looking at me so?"

" No .. No matter what, I only remember my son ."

" A Om child as big as me ?"

" If he's alive, maybe as big as you are."

Damar mangosteen - mangosteen and asked, "Oh yeah, Om what newspaper message ?"

The perlente man also mentioned the name of the newspaper he wanted . Damar pulled the bundle of newspapers in question, to then hand it to the middle-aged man who received it and handed him a piece of money twenty thousand rupiah .

" The return is for you."

" Thank you very much, Om."

The man wearing the middle-aged perlente outfit also nodded.

" Excuse me, Om."

" Yes...."

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Damar who was busy peddling his wares, from a black metallic Suzuki Eastem car, Wulan saw the guy was peddling his wares . Beautiful girl daughter of businessmen and prima donna SMP was nervous about Damar peddling newspapers. O , his clan is a newspaper seller? I did not expect, a newspaper seller like you can - usually enter my school? Murmured Wulan in the heart with a face indicating sincerity .

As soon as Damar got closer to his car, Wulan called out, "Newspaper.....!"

Feeling called, especially the newspaper seller who was in that place was only himself , Damar was approaching .

" The newspaper, Non....?" ask Damar . Because the window of the car was half-closed, and because Wulan made sunglasses and hats, so that Damar did not recognize if the girl was Wulan , the prima donna Smp where he went to school .

" Yes ..." replied Wulan .

" What newspaper, Non?"

" What is it . But if there is a newspaper that contains actual news about a newspaper seller who is a favorite school in Junior High that most students are children - children people are ...."

Damar gasped at the girl's speech . As soon as Damar knows, who the real girl is, "Lo Wulan ....."

" Yes I . Why?"

" It's okay ."

" Is there a newspaper I mean ?"

" There is no ."

" dear . I really want to get the newspaper ."

" Lo already has."

" Oh yeah?'

" Yes ..."

" Where?"

" In the same heart lo tongue. Sorry, Wulan, I have to sell . Because from here I can get money for living expenses and me," said Damar while intending to go car where Wulan is located .

" Eh , wait !"

" What else is it? Haven't you satisfied that you insulted me ?"

" I want to buy all the newspapers you sell ."

" Thank you . If you really want to buy a newspaper, I will serve it . But if you only want to pity me, then I regretfully refuse . I'm a poor man, but I don't want to be pitied ...." After saying so, Damar immediately went to the car where Wulan was.