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HEAVEN AND HELL
■Before starting this part please allow this crazy author to wish happy Eid al-Adha 1443 for all Muslims Thugs Campus readers, keep your health and do not forget to pray if you can■
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By reading bismillah I open the door plan gw.
Slowly Amora's figure is seen with both eyes.
He took two steps back and looked carefully from top to bottom and from the look on his face, he was very surprised.
I also see him not blinking from top to bottom, this is what kind of kid wants to go to the cinema to club yak.
High heels black color, black mini skirt also featuring thighs she is very smooth.
With a white mini shirt also featuring her pusher and wrapped in a blue waist denim jacket.
Her hair was stretched straight back and left bangs on her forehead which made her look perfect tonight.
The clothes he was wearing were in stark contrast to the gw who was wearing a sitting elephant holster, a long-sleeved white shirt and a sticky white peci on his head.
We are like 2 people with different goals I went to heaven and he went to hell with his clothes on.
"Oh my goodness, what clothes are you wearing? we're gonna watch it not wanna see the lecture". Amora finally spoke.
I saw her face flushed with laughter.
"Sorry Amora, all dirty clothes stay this costume doang clean, this is aja I don't wear daleman. Semeriwing it feels under the wind".
"What!!"
"Astafirlahalazim, kagetin gw aja you yell that, usual again".
"You're serious, Bim, you wanna put that scabbard on and go to the movies?". He asked again
"Seriously, are you ashamed to walk the same way as I am with my appearance like this? if so, ask you to do something else! Who has clean clothes". I'm a little dickhead
"It's not like that Bimo, if you're not ashamed of where I might be ashamed, it's important that you're not the clothes you're wearing". He hurriedly explained
"Lha keeps the problem where would it be?".
"There's no problem Bimo, don't think I am, you want to dress like that, outside of your personality really right this".
"This is for the sake of keeping my promise to you, rather than cancel and make you sad. Yes, I wear it".
He smiled softly hearing my words.
"But Amora? we're going to the movies, aren't we?".
"Yes, I'll watch us go to dinner, why?".
"Gw think you want to hang out, your costume is so open".
"ihhh Bimo, that's what he said. I'm dressed like this so you can praise the beautiful". She's pouting
"Hahahahaha, until you ask to be praised whatever you wear you need to be beautiful really, Not to have to wear half-finished clothes, catch your wind later".
"Seriously, you're not lying, are you?" He made sure
"Well, maybe I'm lying, some if you wear that costume and we walk together can be tired gw".
He looks confused by my words. "Tired yet?"
"Yes tired! later I will continue every time there is a guy who sees your beautiful legs".
"You can be Bim". She looks shy
"So how do you want me to change clothes first?".
"If you don't mind and aren't afraid to be late, change it first with warmer clothes, although your clothes are good to look at but I'm also uncomfortable to see other men look at you with a pervert".
He even smiled shyly, this crazy cake boy.
"You're a concern too, Bim? Yes, I changed my clothes". He walked up the stairs.
"Amora?!".
"Why Bimo?" He turned his body.
"Even if we both walk you do not have to try to wear the same costume kek Iw yes, later you change to wear the mucus again".
"My clothes are still a lot of Bimo, later I will wear mukena if you are the priest". He immediately ran up the stairs to the 2nd floor.
I stood bengong intention kidding even he who baperin gw.
I walk ahead, I wait for Amora in front of the boarding gate.
Hopefully with this dress I will later horror films that we want to watch not be aired, at least hopefully the electricity of this city of Jogja is dead completely.
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I waited for Amora while igniting a cigarette to just eliminate the waiting saturation.
From the distance I see there is a car that runs slowly in the direction of gw.
But I estimate my suspicions, Karana Sasa again in her apartment mbak Rina managar boutique mother.
And the car stopped in front of me and opened the windshield.
"Sorry sir, is it true that there is a person named Amora?" the middle-aged driver asked.
I want to swear later not polite because he's a parent, but it's not wrong he called gw ustad in appearance I want to go to college.
"Sorry sir, I'm not an ustad, and there's a real Amora here. If I could know whose father?".
I try to talk politely who knows this bokapnya Amora can be rejected so the prospective daughter-in-law I will be dating her son just not yet.
"Oh sorry, I thought you were going to leave the lecture, I'm a grab-order driver from a woman named Amora". He spoke politely.
I smiled, just saw people not nyolot same gw or ngehina, is very polite kek gini. It feels like I want this grab driver later if I nganterin gw the same Amora to the Cinema.
"Oh yes, sir wait a moment the Amoranya again change clothes and drop. Ask to be dropped off at the cinema, right, is he?".
The man got out of the car and walked in front of me.
"Yes, how do you know?".
"Yes sir, Amora went the same way I did".
"Oh like that I'll wait like that".
"Smoking sir?" I offered him a cigarette and handed him a pack of LA ice cigarettes.
"Thank you, so it's not good for me". He took a cigarette and a match that I offered.
"Okay sir, my name is Bimo sir. Don't call me mas, 20 years hasn't even called me Bimo".
"Oh yes son Bimo, my name is Grace" He looked awkward when I introduced myself first.
We also chatted with each other as if an old friend who met again while waiting for Amora to come down.
"Where did you work as a grab driver?".
"Alhamdullilah son, everyone has his own provision. Intention to make my living, smoothly does not depend on the same fate. What matters is that I tried".
Very wise this Pak Rahmat yak, so shy I often laugh at emotions.
"This car only has a neighbor, son, we share the income". Mr. Grace is back to telling stories.
"So this isn't your own car?".
"Well, no boy, you can buy a car. You can drive because when you were young, you were once a truck driver between cities. But as you get older you are no longer strong".
Indeed I see this Grace sir is not young anymore, with wrinkles on his face and with his hair that began to evolve into white aka gray.
"I'm sorry sir, I asked you a question".
Mr. Rahmat sucked his cigarette exhaled him and said with a gentle smile.
"It's okay, Bimo, I'm happy to have a friend to talk to".
"Bimo talking to who are you?".
Finally this kid came out too.
"For so long you changed Amora's clothes, change clothes what change the skin anyway ?".
"I'm a Bimo girl, just teach me a little while".
"It's only natural for Bimo, women are like that my child also if changing old clothes, but the clothes are good only 2 pairs".
I don't know what to answer, it's the words of Mr. Grace.
"Oya Amora, this is the grab driver you ordered". I quickly changed the topic
"Oh yes, I'm sorry sir had to wait a long time".
"nothing neng, just for a moment. Here also accompanied chatting cute girlfriend nak Bimo".
I wanted to deny it but Amora hurriedly spoke.
"Yes sir he's easy to get along with, we're leaving now sir?".
"Oh yes, please come in". Rahmat opened the back door of the car and Amora walked in.
"Son Bimo didn't come in, too?". Mr. Grace spoke to spread my daydream about Amora who did not deny called girl gw.
"Oh yes sir sorry to wave a little at me".
Mr. Grace smiled and I walked into the car sitting next to Amora who immediately saw me.
This grab car also drove casually to the cinema hall of the same destination as Amora.
I was still with the sarong and the peci and Amora had changed into jeans and a plain black shirt and wrapped in a denim jacket that she was wearing earlier.
