Cerita True Story Kaskus Novels & Stories

"This is a misunderstanding. I'm not a prostitute. I'm a private investigator. I'm undercover at the Slippery Pole." "Alright then. Where's your ID, and we'll clear this misunderstanding up?" The policewoman truly thought Cassie was full of shit. Cassie turned to face the officer, needing to make eye contact to enforce the legitimacy of the story she was about to tell. "Um. Well, OK. I was working undercover at the Slippery Pole to bait a cheater, but I was mugged when I stepped outside for some air. It's really smoky and stuffy in there, and I have allergies, so, anyway, some guy nabbed my purse and took off. I broke my heel while I was chasing him. I don't have my purse, my ID, or my phone

Mpok Yetti alleged that he didn't believe it. Mbak Hamidah was upset because she was not trusted, even though the information she brought was difficult to obtain. "I swear. I am not lying. Ba'da Subuh tadi aku tuku bubur ning Bu Hajjah Awi, nah, Buk Sastri ning kono. Terus aku pura-pura mulih. Sing dak rungu, Buk Sastri pesan nasi tumpeng sing gede kanggo tamu bengi sing pengin ngelamar Ning!" (Java Language, means: After the Fajr prayer earlier, I wanted to buy porridge at Hajjah Awi, well, Mrs. Sastri was there. Then I pretended to go home. What I heard, Mrs. Sastri ordered a large tumpeng rice for tonight's guests who want to propose to Ning) said Mbak Hamidah.

This is the problem. "It was talked about because of mental disorders and rumors of suicide, then snatching someone's fiancé. The story of Kayshila Citra Keswari's life is truly tragic," said Darmayanti. "SISSSSSS..." I threw a straw at her and sitting in the same position as usual in the canteen. I smiled bitterly. "You don't read netizen comments on gossip accounts?" asked Lashira curiously. "No. I deleted my I*******m." I answered briefly.