Trapped in Love Lazy Girl
Om om perverted, forgets age
bris motor speed that defends traffic must be stopped because of the red light.
" fuck when it was a little more escaped, I had to increase the speed" murmured Bris considering the speed of his motorbike.
while clingak clinguk, Until his eyes collide with the sight of someone with a sharp eye highlight, seeing that Bris who did not want to lose also glared at his eyes.
" Why are you, any debts.?" bris asked, but the man's gaze became more intense, making Bris think no-no.
" heh basic om om perverted, forget the age loh.? old dah also his eyes are busy looking for prey.basis." said Bris before advancing his motorbike at high speed because the red light has passed.
arriving at the campus Bris mood is destroyed, to decide to skip it, (yes even though it is actually lazy from Sononya shi..hihihi)because considering his friend who was diligent in kulia then he decided to go to the campus cafeteria.
just as Bris stepped foot, suddenly someone hit him on the shoulder.
" er Bris was called the same lecturer in class A1.2" he said as he hurried away leaving.
" campus me..kabur ajha times ya.'' just want to put up a rare thousand arrived there was something pulling the ears.
" aw aw aw aw aw pain loose, agh who shi. if you dare here let's baku puk." after seeing who hired him Bris did not continue his words.
" uh sir, knapa sir. ?" while grinning the horse
"where are you going.? instead of wanting to enter the classroom even want to run away again, enter there will be a father talking to you" said Mr. Tarno lecturer who was being avoided
after getting to class Bris was confused because there was no one in the class except him and the lecturer.
"i don't know where the others are going.? gee, the streets of the father of all sorts are the same as me...?"tanya beri squinted her eyes as if looking suspiciously at her lecturer.
"it's nothing but one kind, that is..."
said Mr. Tarno hanging the word he said.
"PUNISHMU, there help friends clean the FKIP Hall" said Mr. Tarno upset not to think about with his bibingan students this one.
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The Fashback
in a large and magnificent house more precisely a mansion, there is a debate between the child and the mother.
"mom, I told you I don't want to get married, what else to get married." said Bryan who was tired of hearing his mother's ridiculous request.
not without reason Bryan did not want to get married, he was allergic to women only to his mother and his brother who were able to come into contact with him. if it was with another woman then she would feel a hot and itchy air all over her body.
"but why Bry...?" ask Naina who is worried about her son.
"that woman was just a source of trouble for Bryan mom.." Bryan, who was upset that every time he went home to Naina's main mansion, always talked about marriage or arranged marriage." ah, Bry wanted to go to work. Chiki let's walk." Bryan was lazy, and invited the assistant to go to work.
"good boss,.,,!"replied the assistant with a half-cocky face.
"Hufff.... don't let my guess all this time is true. oh no no. No, it's impossible, my son can't be like that."worried Naina against Bry.
"Chiki why is your face so sour.?." asked Bryan to the assistant
"boss please respect both my parents." replied Chiko Masi with her half-cocky face.
" hey when was I so disrespectful to your parents.?"mimincing his eyes
" now boss, my parents gave me the name with love, CHIKO boss Chiki's book." Chiko replied by emphasizing Chiko's word in her sentence.
" Well that likes me, doesn't like to say let me find another assistant" Bry, who doesn't care about the assistant's face.
"it's up to the boss" (hopefully there is someone who makes his mood destroyed) Chiko answered which is certainly half in the heart of the doang.
" good.." replied Bry, twirling his gaze.
whether what makes Bryan circulate his views, usually also just sitting without caring about the surrounding, but maybe Goddess Fortuna is siding with Chiko who grants her request.
"(ko girls are like that, very bad)." Bry's mind as he sharpened his eyes.
