Cerita Kenyot 소설 & 이야기

"I have no right to interfere with your relationship; I just can't stand seeing Kenan suffer like that. In this world, he is the only person who knows my identity and accepts me." I shook my head weakly. My head feels full. I can't think of anything now. "I've said what I have to say; I'll be leaving once my tiredness wears off. Getting to this place really drained me," Veronica said awkwardly. *** Fireworks and folklore about the colonial period in Indonesia, accompanied by roasted sweet potatoes that warm the stomach and body. Even so, I still couldn't focus on the story that was being told by the head of a nature lover's club from another university.

“Humm.....Ken, are you sleeping?” “No.” “Babe, are you still upset with me?” “No, I said it was okay,” Kenneth said solemnly. I was laughing on the inside. “Well......can you tell what's wrong? “Nothing wrong.” Kita's heart became sad. After a few minutes passed, Kenneth propped himself up, and by surprise, he raised himself over her staring at Kita, with Kita's eyes widened as her heart began to race at his sudden actions. He uttered. “Then.”

Erlangga replied, suppressing a laugh. Kenan was silent, but in his heart he was searching for information about the name he said was booming. "Why should I believe you when you say that Angela is Andien after plastic surgery?" Kenan asked suspiciously. Erlangga laughed. "Are you interested in Angela?" "Unfortunately, I wasn't attracted to other women before I discovered Andien's existence," Kenan replied. Kenan was sure that Erlangga wasn't answering his question honestly, but Kenan wasn't going to give up so easily. He would seek information from the police station and he would never stop searching for Andien's whereabouts.