The Potatore di Dolore

Red Color on Campus

Their suspicions began when my student attendance was late so, and I also gossiped some groups in my class because yahh...who would want to befriend a troubled student.why did this happen? because I beat my Falkultas seniors with bonyok faces all over their faces, of course I was punished but only as a warning because they didn't want to take it with Trapatoni.

"Today please form a group for the discussion of the material earlier" I hate it but I see around me, they have formed a group.one group contains 4 people and only I am left who do not get the group.

"You haven't got a group?" haggling a girl to me.

"yeah!" then the girl looked back and waved her hand.

"come here" he called his friends, my seat began to be surrounded by 3 girls who I had not known because I entered the middle of the year.

"it doesn't matter to the man himself?" I shook my head.

"no papa" my smile to them, then our material was started and added by the lecturer that the collection of his paper should be sent 3 more days.

"it's crazy fat...."

"yes, it's still coming from Miss Ika!"

"it's important to do it"

"ohhh..forget me Kayla"

"I'm Ratna or call Tika"

"Hana Rahma" know themselves.

"i'm Fandi" I smiled at them.

"where do you want to go?" ask Kayla to us.

"saranku place is good there WiFi is equally certainly able to make IG story" Saran Hana to us, which was immediately rejected by Tika

"Perpus only!"

"yes, the turnaround is not the current millennium book is better than the internet" Hana attacked again.

"you think you know one place that's okay" I told them.

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"how do you get access to Cafe Le Vichiora?" ask Kayla to me.

"well my acquaintance works here" I replied with an indifferent face.

"gile inikan Cafe which is usually filled with Italian children from the Faculty of Medicine" Kayla added.

the waiter at the cafe suddenly called out to me

"just a moment" I walked towards the servant.

"Don Roberto wants to see you!" I agree with the order of the servant, Santana once told me in Jakarta City I must obey 3 people, Don Roberto was also among the 3 people.

"entering" Italian is almost equivalent to Santana which originated there.

"how are you Fan" the Italian language is so thick that Indonesia is just as Italian almost collapsed.

"i'm fine Don, what are you calling me here for?" I replied in a not-so-fluent Italian.

"where did you learn this language?" ask him, as if he were surprised by my reply.

"3 years with Santana is enough to make me fluent a little bit" I explained to him who began to smile and laugh

"welcome to Jakarta" I gaped with Don Roberto

"a very nice young man" said to me, I was astounded myself.

"send my greetings to Mr Haryanto" UI Professor?

"Nih Put it on" she gave me a pin that symbolized the Rose

"what's this made?" still with Italy

"it was my protection" then Don Roberto got up and hugged me and rubbed my head.

"just use the facilities here as you please" the more I hear it the weirder I get out of Don Roberto's room.

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what a fun kid,at this age he was even so trusted Santana.I then saw the child from a closed window if I knew him earlier maybe he became Subordinate who was so loyal to him.from the talk of Santana 2 years ago the boy even finish the family Ved Dan Ling incidentally Chinese and Mongol gangsters were killed by him and left only their children and wives.

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"sorry for a while" I accidentally forgot to change my Italian dialect.

"Lo can italian crap!!?" hana asked me who drank my coffee.

"yes why?" sipping a little coffee

"it's not just strange, it's possible that Javanese cook can talk italian" with a strange reaction that I get I try b aja.