Too late Darling

Curiousness of Rama

how did that happen, Nad? I'm in love with a busker! and of course, he's way below us! but... Wulan sense not necessarily, Who knows he was just because he wanted to make the sound of Merduya or just looking for satisfaction.

“don't eat, Lan?" Nadia had just disappeared when another appeared. Mamma.

will be in college again, nih, grumbled heart Wulan annoyed.if constantly like this, when dong I fantasize overshadowing my worship.....

“eat, yuk." Mom hit her feet slowly.

“not hungry, Ma, has already done meatballs in the canteen," he was afraid to refuse.

“but change clothes first dong if you want to sleep. have not prayed Dhuhur, right?"

praying? yes, Wulan must pray, then pray as usual, pray that again can enjoy the sweet smile of the busker, also pray that he can Wulan have.

that hot afternoon, again Wulan's body was squeezed by the insistence of people who lined the bus. The smell of sweat and perfume mingled, so stinging his nose that he wanted to vomit. under these circumstances, the smell of sweat and perfume mingled, so stung his nose that he wanted to vomit, He often justifies Nadia's words, but not so if he meets....

“Ouch!" Wulan squealing.

her tiny body was pushed hard forward. Fortunately, there was a burly hand that grabbed his arm earlier. Otherwise, it would have been toppled.

Wulan turned to the owner of the hand that still gripped his arm, and. hey! didn't I see it wrong? the guy is done his eyes, to convince his heart, even he is the guy he always misses lately. his heart is pounding messy, he even worries the roar is heard by all bus passengers.

“kok ngeliatin is that? weird, Does it look like me?"the sweet man smiled warmly.

Wulan pulled her hand off. “eh, Ng.. Thanks, "say Wulan.