WRONG WAY (CANDY)
CHAPTER 1: Here I Am
Life and life are a little strange. There are those who undergo it normally, there are also abnormal ones and there are also Above Normal (New Ideas).
Old young, male women certainly never escape the problems of life. In other words Problem is the spice of seasoning in life. So it is not wrong if someone says "Living Without Problems like Vegetables Without Salt".
Everyone has their own problems, cannot be equated with others. There are problems that clash with the physical, some clash with the soul or feeling or rather the inner.
The problem may appear unexpected or expected. As is the case in this novel of my work with the title SALAH JALAN (BELOK).
Judging from the title it is a little distorted. Eits but wait a minute, people say Don't judge a book by the cover (Do not value a book only through the cover) because what is shown does not fully describe the contents of a book.
SALAH JALAN (BELOK), is the first novel that I wrote, where in this novel tells of a boy who has a feeling like a woman. Have an interest in same-sex but never dare to express the content of the heart because it is contrary to the divine nature and norms in society.
Many wisdom that we will later take from this novel, there are positive wisdom and even negative things. This novel is combined with local customs (custom and culture), Disputes in society, Quarrels, Bullies, Infidelity, Compassion, True Friends, and other things greetings of community life. Based on a true story and accept the novel SALAH JALAN (BELOK)
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The hello..
Introduce my name Aziz Sulaiman, it is listed on the resident card (KTP) that I have. I was born in Jakarta on February 29, 1995 or was ripe for a family.
In the residential area, I am usually called people with the name ZIZI. Somehow the call was also very I like, in addition to being good at hearing, the call also felt potent in the ear.
I am a pure man, pure man, born as a man in general, pee is still standing. There is no abnormality in me. I have the same MR P as other men. (the size is also still normal)
But strangely enough, I felt myself as a woman confined to a man's body. I feel like this is a sweet, beautiful and beautiful woman. I don't know why, but according to the story I heard from my father and mother, when I was pregnant, I wanted a daughter very much. Even long before I was born my mother had bought baby utensils for girls and almost everything was Pink.
My face is similar to my soft face. There are some people say if the boy is similar to the mother then the family's sustenance will be smooth and abundant. but I don't know if it's just a myth or if it's true, only God knows.
I like the color pink. Maybe I'm used to the baby because my baby equipment is all pink, still there until now. Pink makes my eyes and heart comfortable, serene and cool. Even my knickknacks are almost all pink. Starting from clothes, Bags, Umbrellas do not escape the name pink.
My father's name is Sulaiman. Where we live, people call him Mr. Leman. My father was a retired soldier.
Yes, my father applied for early retirement from the Army because his legs had been operated on and were running abnormally after an accident while driving a car at night.
Dad decided to retire early because he felt he could no longer serve for this nation and country, besides that he also wanted to get closer to his family, especially children who needed his attention.
My mother was named Fatimah. Mother is usually called Bu Imah, there is also a call mak Timah. My mother never got angry at being called anything while the call was good.
My mother was very gentle, kind, loving and never even scolded me and my sister. Plus, my mom loves to cook. My mother's cooking was so good, maybe that's one of the reasons my father felt so good at home.
Mom always cook my favorite side dish which is Chicken Fried Ketchup. It was delicious to make me go again and again. Fried Chicken Ketchup almost never absent on the menu side dishes at home.
I have a sister named Anissa Sulaiman. She used to be called Nissa by her friends, but we in the family always called her a sister.
Nissa is very beautiful, a blend of maternal beauty and also fatherly good looks. Nissa is also very friendly and never discriminates friends.
I also have a girl friend. Friends where I confide, where I share grievances, share problems. Her name is Cahya Dewi. People call her Cahya or Goddess, but not with me.
I have a special and special call that is YAYA. Yaya cares deeply, understands and understands this self. Yaya is a Karate martial artist. Unmitigated, the Black Belt was attached to him.
Yaya was also the one who always defended me when I was bullied by other friends. Not infrequently, Yaya often fights with others just for the sake of protecting me.
Very strange magical bin, women protect men. But that's the truth. I only have a male physique but a soft and pliable female soul.
This is the story of my life full of Violence, Tears, Cacian, Humiliation, Bullian, Desperation of a man named man.
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This novel is purely the work of author DHIANRA.RARA, please do not plagiarize or copy paste this novel on any platform. Writing is actually easy difficult, easy if we are familiar and know how the plot/plot of the story is written. It becomes difficult if we do not focus or concentrate when writing let alone minimal time.Sometimes the idea comes to arrive and unexpectedly. well that's when we can record the idea first so as not to forget hehehe
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