THUNDERBOLTS

chapter 7

When the Dinosaur age was covered with meteor showers, the Fellowship of Prayer, or more popularly called the Nelsonaurus era, was covered with tears. Watti was heartbroken because Bang Nelson the idol turned out to be good to him because he loved in the love of Christ, not

the love of Mary and Joseph.

But before long, a new age began. Watti found a new figure to worship. Five people in number. It's real, yes, real. Say no, it can also

because Watti never met in person. Just look at the posters and watch television. However, if it is at the peak of the kasmaran, not infrequently Watti shed tears.

Not a day passes without writing a diary of his imaginary friendship with them: Joey McIntyre, Donnie

Wahlberg, Jordan Knight, Jonathan Knight, and Danny Wood. Time again, Watti steals wear

piloks got Dedi and scribbled the wall of our dumpster in front: N KOT B. New Kids on the Block - Watti

The Life Knight was more entertaining. I was watching Watti lipsync "Please Don't Go, Girl" in front

mirrored. My brother, just horned and kegedean berbeha, singing soulfully while holding a round comb I think, not yet Watti wear beha. Closed singletpun is still okay, nothing needs to be supported there. However, it seems that Watti is starting to understand capital

female sexuality. Especially for the fierce competition in Junior High, when men began to be diligent and girls

start looking for differences between each other. The fastest growing ones are usually the ngetop. The NKOTB-saurus era was closed once Watti had a real figure to be the first girlfriend. He was in 2nd grade High School at the time and I was 2nd Junior High. His name is Andre. Be the new sun for Watti's orbit. Everything pivots to Andre. Andre is a semi-finalist of Cover Boy, Andre whose Civic car is "ironic" ceper, Andre who likes to jack up in Dunkin Donuts-a

trendy in his time, Andre who is already good at dating, blablabla Sometimes life worries me. Fields

I was an unexpected spectacle.

One quiet Sunday afternoon, I went home and saw Andre's car parked. Dedi was going to Aunt Yu Lien's house, so it was certain there was nothing at home

anybody. Please be advised, we are not used to receiving guests, so what is in my head automatically is to check the state of Watti. Not a bit of attention, but that's it

customs here. If the person being sought doesn't appear to be anywhere, we'll open the door to his room saying "hoi" is short. And then closed again.

Watti is invisible. Without thinking, I opened the door to her room, ready to say, "ho..". No sound came out of my mouth. Just the air's stuck.

My brother's on the bed, in short pants, on the floor. Note: Watti has used real behavior because

something to be supported. Andre was next to him, bare-chested, with an equally shocked face. In fact, he didn't even get to

lifted his mouth from my brother's chest.

"Hoi." I finish my mission. I entered the room and locked the door. Not out again until tomorrow. The problem was never solved with Watti. But since then he has treated me a little. Bc-

so is Andre. They thought I was holding an ace that could at times be used as a weapon to end their cat-kissing game with Dedi, and lost the freedom to go on in Watti's room without interruption. The block, the middle time class 3 SMA, the,

they're dispersing. I saw Andre holding a more voluminous girl, a new kid from Medan, who even

berlogat strange, but he said he was the son of a rich ruler of hotels and entertainment in North Sumatra there.

I really can't believe the time of Andresaurus will have an end. I thought Andre and Watti would be real husband and wife. Forming family planning like a picture

on the ten silver coins. Amazed I praised Watti's fortitude. One day he will cross paths with Andre in the market, cake, or on the street, he will always be naked

guys out there have seen it without a bra. It's totally unimaginable. The world is no longer safe for Watti.

For Elektra, the world is always a safe place and full of entertainment. There is always someone I can laugh at in my heart. There's always something I can comment on.

my dark. However, the chair shook violently in the end. Life does not let one person escape

just being a spectator. Everyone should taste the waves.

My golden age as a moviegoer of life was closed when Dedi died. I entered a new era

serbasing, not sure. The world is no longer safe for Elektra When Dedi collapsed from a stroke and passed by instantly, I was the hardest hit. How could sese-

the survivor of the thousand-volt smash, the one who should have been the most resistant to shock and clap surges, immediately fell for that less than thirty-second, invisible strike? I thought, What kind of electricity is this. If there is any other kind of,

If there is a more terrible life-sucking dracula

It's not like he's never complained before. He's old enough. Fifty-nine years.

Taking care of two daughters without wives for over twenty years. If Mami's alive, maybe Dedi's not

will be sickly because it can be more chatty, more expressive. During his life, Dedi talked more with adults than we did. In fact, when we both had

even a real adult prefers silence. Apparently it's not easy to turn a runaway into a 'th

casual. I just realized that the stored words can rot away until the maggot herd gnaws at you from within. Dedi says sometimes he likes chest pain. Something is bad. Watti immediately told him to check-up, but the same

like me, Dedi overestimated his own strength. "Paste the test-pen only on! Which disease will come?" That was Dedi's favorite slogan and we laughed

laughters. Me and Dedi. Watti wasn't.

"Etra, Dedi can be on the television show Believe It Or Not. We can be rich." Dedi looked at me from both of his eyes that narrowed into a line when he was

radiantly. Watti chimed, fierce, “Dedi, the event was none of

I'm Junior High, tauk. The host, Jack Palance, is also dead. Heartache, kali."

We both knew Watti was worried, but we kept quiet. If electricity sends a vampire who sucks your soul, it's said-**** is like hunting down the marrow in a footstool

goat, stroke do it like copet in the square. Quick. Unknowingly. And, when you came to, you were no more. Groping pants pockets, chest pockets.

vanished. What the hell's going on? Huh hello? Who's in there? Hanny (my mother's little name]? Oh, how, are you? Voracious copet does not leave SIM or KTP. Because if only the money was taken away, maybe my father was just paralyzed next door. However, the copet that attacked him must have been a super-greedy copet. Nothing is left out. Reminds me of a mute fart. No trace of sound until it's hard

accuse anyone. Passes without a gust of wind detected skin nerves. You really can only enjoy

foulness. Don't forget I tucked the test-pen inside his coffin. Dedi, bark once more, I beg. Come back like a robot

the robot you managed to conjure up moves. You should be able to survive, like our toys that live eternally in your hands. Dedi, please, once again the Chest is closed. A few drops of my tears slipped and To be honest, I felt Dedi was luckier than he was

we are abandoned. Olch because of that, I cried. Death to me is like a movie theater ticket to life.Imagine how fun it is. Watching the drama of billions of people without having to engage in any conflict. Then, Dedi will meet Mami. That's why I'm crying too. I'm envious. For a child who can only remember

his mother's face was vague, mixed with the nose, eyes, and hair of others, stored a great curiosity in the heart. It could be that I am not kangen because the trace of his presence has not been attached to the memory, but rather curious tok. I want to see Mami. Live.

My uncle said, Mommy is the most beautiful family. The body is small singset, even if pregnant twice, but not so stretched. Her skin was like that of a Chinese noble, clear and slippery like marble. However, some have other opinions. Hanny died young, bright was always the prettiest, said her brothers who beatified because they stayed alive then

so old and ugly. Mami's face descended on Watti, they said again. If I was just a small part of the singer, while his face leaned towards Dedi. God fucking. Sori, Ded, but it's called humiliation. Moreover, small singset for this day and age no longer sell well. People like girls

height 165 cm and above. And, supposedly, any man will drool look at a big butt chick because it's a symbol of fertility.