WHO'S GONNA IMPREGNATE ME?

Shallower

...My father once said, the first child of the woman is like steel, she is strong, she is also not unyielding.-Dewi Nelam Gem....

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It has been two hours, Nelam waste free class by studying. He was the second overall champion after Ikhsan in the 11th grade. And Nelam has to surpass Ikhsan this year, so he can get a scholarship.  Nelam's favorite lesson is history, even though he majored in Mipa. But Nelam will love all the students eyes because if he hates it then he doesn't want to know about it. Like it first, then go on a date, right? So they dubbed Nyalam the Queen of history.

Milan who was sitting next to Nelam looked at Nelam who was cool with his history book.

"Nel, why do you like to read history books. Not that history is like an ex, so it has to be forgotten."

"That's the wrong opinion, Mil. History is unique, meaning it only happens once. Like we were born into the world, one time, right, and it will not happen again exactly with the events of that time. The history that matters most to me is having a father, but it's a past that should not be forgotten but should be clarified."

Nelam glanced at Milan, yet he smiled awkwardly. "Do you know?" ask Nelam. Milan just nodded then grabbed the Nelam pen. He wrote something on a piece of paper.

I know the pretty teacher..

Milan's writing made Nelam just smile.

"Why Milan?" inner Nelam.

Milan leaned his back against the seat board, then raised his right leg, "Enak also yes if the Danu again in the UKS. No one is making a storm." Milan said that Nelam could not help but laugh. Milan accidentally sat in Vera's seat because from two hours ago Vera was not in the class.

"Nel, this mall is a Sunday mall, you want to not watch me," asked Milan to make Nelam think.

"But Mil, I have to work." Nelam said, then his eyes glanced to the left. Milan furrowed his brows.

"I can't be invited to Milan. I'm playing this malem. At the moment I have to give a logical explanation or reason so that Milan does not ask at length, "inner Nelam. 

"Where's Nel working?" ask Milan. Nelam is still confused.

"Let's find an excuse, Nel. Don't let Milan know." Inner Nelam.

"I-it's. I've been working in a cafe," said Nelam. "yes cafe." Says Nelam again then he smiles nervously.

"It's okay, okay."

"Let's get anther, yeah, to the cafe." He said he made Nelam round his eyes. He immediately shook his head. Destroy Nelam if Milan knows his work. Especially if the work is known to many people, they will think that Nelam is not a good woman. 

"I'm the same Vera. You don't have to bother with me."

"So Vera also works in a cafe?"

Still struggling with Milan's question, sweat soaked Nelam's face.

"I. yes.we work together," replied Nelam quickly. "Oh yeah, Mil I have to meet Susi's mom at the office." Nelam began to rise to his feet, but Milan held Nelam's hand.

"The way forgot, if on the way to meet the Danu said there was a greeting from the Milan." He said he made Nelam laugh and Nelam walked away from Milan.

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It's time for Nelam to really see the world. The world of entertainment for women is terrible especially a biduan. A dangdut singer is not required to have talent only, but the appearance must also be 'ok'. Sometimes the striped nose guy likes it very much, likes his scent, waist curves, swaying and a very arousing voice.

Especially if a Nelam, the girl who has the physical like a barbie doll. From top to bottom, perfect. But Nelam believed in Mr. Hans, he would protect his female vocalist. Nelam sure, but I'm not sure. 

The shy dive had to change its character immediately. Nelam still strengthens his heart even though it is heavy. He must be professional.

Nelam was staring at himself in front of the mirror. Really, Nelam will be visual there. How not, his hair is long, plus a short dress in red and bling-bling pattern increasingly makes it more beautiful.

She turned her body upside down, the dress only covered her front, while the back of her hollow made her smooth back exposed. Almost every dress that Mr. Hans gave his model was like that. Nelam could not resist. He grabbed his jacket to cover his clothes and so the neighbors wouldn't suspect him.

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