The Match is Not the Wrong Address

Principle

Like crackers doused in water, the five Ziya sohib youths ducked deeper and deeper after a sharp gaze from Reza that made the atmosphere suddenly gripping.

"Hem!" reply Reza briefly breezed into the house.

"Eh" everyone was surprised.

"That's really Bang Reza?" canda Sofyan pointed towards the closed door.

"Who do you think? A ghost?" ziya's reply puffed his cheeks.

"Any thing, cake is not Bang Reza. There is no kek talk the other day," said Revelation.

"Come on, we don't have much time!" invite Farid impatiently. He pulled Ziya's arm to follow him. Open the car door next to the steering wheel followed by all the friends who were sitting in the back.

Along the way, they were still amazed by Reza's attitude. Ziya was just being indifferent while playing her phone. Farid only dared to steal a glance through the tail of his eyes.

The opening of the new cafe made the atmosphere so crowded. The five young men had always faithfully guarded Ziya's every move. They are like bodyguards who look after their masters with all their body.

Ziya just chuckled at seeing those who were overdoing it. He himself was confused, no matter what privileges he had until he had all male friends and was very caring for him.

"There! I've booked," exclaimed Farid leading the way.

They immediately sat on the chairs that circled the table. Then select and select the menu.

"I've eaten, same snack ...."

"Avocado juice doesn't use a little milk water!" knock out the bodyguards at the same time. They also laughed out loud.

Without them knowing, it turns out that Farid did not join them. Instead, it is currently on a small stage with a band that enlivened the event that night.

Within minutes their order was in front of them. Then start eating as they want. Ziya enjoyed the warm potatoes dipped in sausage while joking with his sohibs.

"Ehm! Good night everyone. Introduce me Farid."

Instantly all his friends turned to the source of the voice. Sure enough, the man gallantly stood there with the mic in his hand.

"Well, when's the kid going up?" ziya was surprised. His friends just slicked their shoulders.

"I want to do a song, for someone who always lives in my heart. I hope you like, greetings for Catuda (Dreaming ghost candidate) Squad who is in the corner there," said Farid pointed at his friends.

"Yuhuu! Fariiids!" his friends clapped their hands in excitement. Connect all cafe visitors.

Farid performed a song called Love Song, which belonged to a purple band full of fantasies. Up to the ref, his gaze never turned away from Ziya.

Love song from the bottom of my heart

Which I will sing until the end of my life

A song longs for you from the bottom of my soul

Which I will always tell you in your entire life

Claps echoed in the cafe. Whistles from his friends also enliven the atmosphere when the last verse has been sung. One song has been performed, everyone is carried away with their beautiful voice. Then Farid got off the stage and joined his friends.

Ziya was still indifferent, despite being aware that the song was intended for her. From the beginning he had implanted there would be no love in their friendship.

The principle is one, if you are in a relationship in the sense of a boyfriend can one day be an ex. There are no former friends on the dictionary.

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Meysa smiled at her sweet smile, "Thank you so much for helping me today. May the Lord repay your kindness, sorry that it is night, I entered first" he said, opening the car door.

Rio was reminded of something, he yelled out to Meysa when the woman had already stepped on the earth.

"May! Wait!"

"Yes," Meysa said looking down at Rio.

Rio's arm held out the paper clamped onto a board along with a set of stationery. "It's yours, falling when you faint."

"Well, yeah. Thank you very much. I thought it was missing. Yaudah be careful, yes" Meysa's message waved.

The man then drove his car back home. The distance between his house and Meysa's residence is quite far.

After 30 minutes, Rio returned home. He parked the car in the garage, walked to the front door. When he opened the door, along with his sister who had just come home hang out with his friends.

"Where from? Slurping malem-malem!" rio looked at his sister.

"Ishh don't be so angry! Later old cepet. I have the same permission as Mother and Sister Reza. I'll go home before time runs out" Ziya explained.

Rio then rattled his sister's hair and hugged her neck in together.

"Eit! Brother Rio iihh, it's hard to walk!" geram Ziya pinched rio's stomach.

Rio did not care about his sister's whining. The pinch just feels ridiculous. The two people made many households that had been silent since.

The two climbed the stairs until they arrived at Rio's room. The man threw his body in the bed. Both of his arms bent used the back of his head.

"When you come here, Zi?" rio said seeing his sister still standing beside his bed.

"The brother who nagged me. Amnesia?" gerrutu annoyed. "Eh, Brother! Sis! Meysa is so beautiful. The marshmellow cake. You guys dating?" ziya asked full of search.

"No! Last afternoon when Brother came home, he again painted in front of Brother's office. Suddenly passed out, and Brother took her to the Clinic. Pas want anter back home already want maghrib, so stop by the house first," explained Rio considering the meeting this afternoon.

Ziya was enthusiastic to hear it. He sat next to Rio. "Well, he paints, brother. Dong is taught. Ask for the number, brother. I want to know more about him. The beauty of her pride is a gentle woman, patient, beautiful, and dreamy," she whined expectantly.

"Well, that's how. But Brother forgot to ask for his cell phone number" he said chuckling.

"Issshh's! Thou shalt. Basic old virgin. Don't know how to PDKT same girl!" cibir Ziya ran out of the room.

Rio threw his pillow, did not accept the old virgin lotus. But unfortunately, it did not hit the sister because it had been hunted to close the door.

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Without rest, Arjuna continued to advance his motorbike. His mounting anger was instantly able to wipe away his fatigue. Even long nights he took to focus to quickly get to the goal.

Even his hunger was also eroded, the cold night wind was unable to penetrate his skin. His body felt hot, burning with jealous flames.

For hours he continued to race with his iron horse. To find the address and the truth about Meysa. He had to hear firsthand the reason for the woman.

Lots of call notifications on his phone but not ignored at all. Because of his phone he put it in the backpack he was carrying at this time.

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