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Even though this longing keeps coming to say hello, I still hope to be able to let go of this longing. With you I know, that happy turns out to be as simple as this Aahhh... This warm spring restores me to memories of three years ago. It's been that long but it still sticks in my mind. A sweet girl with a brown hair and hazel eyes haunted my mind. I don't know what magic she did to me cause I can't stop thinking about her. Not to least how long I sat in the Moidef cafe, next to the table on it there were three empty cups that were then filled with coffee in this morning. If she is here, surely she will scold me. I smile considering that. I didn't want to be dissolved in the thoughts, I immediately saw the watch in my hand that had shown a figure of three. Ah... three hours in the spring. Triple hour. I and her. In the spring. Unseen my memory back at the backlash of the past. 15th of December, 2017 ' Let's increase the speed...!' She shouted.
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May I Go ?   Happy
That day, William sat alone in a small café on the outskirts of town. He observed each person entering, hoping to catch a glimpse of Keyza's face. Suddenly, the café door swung open, and a woman walked in. William could hardly believe his eyes. It was Keyza!Keyza smiled broadly as she saw William. She walked over to the table where William was sitting and sat across from him. William was surprised and overjoyed to see her. His heart fluttered, as if seeing the sun shining again after heavy rain."Keyza! I can't believe it!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling, adorned with a happy expression.FlashbackOn a bright evening on Keyza's terrace, William and Keyza sat together under the starry sky, enjoying each other's company after a long day.William noticed Keyza's slightly serious expression, and he asked gently, "Keyza, what's on your mind? You seem a bit worried."Keyza took a deep breath before replying, "Will, there's something I want to talk to you about. It's not an easy decision
Last Updated : 2024-04-05May I Go ?   11. Mida : I thought you âŠ
I shifted my body, to let the princess sit next to me."Take a look at this, Mida! Again there is a group of students who again ngadain bazar around here. But we can buy online, loh. Take a look at the books they sell!" said my girl while showing her phone to Mida who was not initially interested, but changed her interest when she heard the word 'Book' and immediately pulled Keyza's phone for her to observe further. My girl seemed happy because she managed to attract the attention of her interlocutor."Eh yes really good there is a fable story ... let's buy ayoo," said Mida while holding my girl's hand, I'm a little unwilling someone else to touch my girl's hand, even though I'm the one who just dated her very rarely touch her hand. I pulled my girl's hand out of her grasp."Let's go home!" I asked Keyza as he pulled out my backpack. Jealous because her attention is no longer centered on me. "Uh, wait a minute." He stopped my move. "You mas ...
Last Updated : 2021-05-28May I Go ?   10. Naannananaa
I was back in my seat when AuntIe Em served me the dish. Oh yes why me and my girl call Aunt Em, it's because all the kids in this orphanage call Aunt Em, mom, so me and my girl to call Aunt Em, auntie, and of course this is agreed aunt Em."Have a drink, son," said AuntIe Em, allowing me to drink."Thank you Bi Em." I sipped a cup of tea served to me. The scent of jasmine briefly fill my sense of smell before I sip the tea."It has been a long time since you two did not come here, at first the children of the orphanage were very sad because of the loss of the figure of the brothers who invited them to play and learn. But luckily, some weeks you're not here, there are new people who entertain the hearts of the children here by inviting them back to play chases,
Last Updated : 2021-05-27May I Go ?   9. Auntie Em
"Wait!"The voice of a woman I used to hear quite often because the woman I like always brought me here every two months, made me stop my move."Mas Williem why here? Don't want to go inside first?" Auntie Em stepped on her feet towards me. In her hand he was holding a garbage can, ah surely Auntie had just returned from the back of the house after throwing away some garbage bags."Where are the kids? Why is Auntie Em throwing garbage alone?" I asked wondered, because usually the kids must always go wherever Auntie Em goes."The kids were sleeping, they were just working today, and after having a big dinner party, they were exhausted and ended up asleep." Auntie Em explained."Wow it must be so exciting." I'm sure the kids must have had a great time earlier.I'm trying to take over the trash can in Auntie Em's hands. "No, your hands will be dirty, mas Williem better come in first, Auntie
Last Updated : 2021-05-26
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