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I retorted firmly. “Seriously? Are you actually scared of me? Relax, I don’t like you at all, and I never will. Even if you stripped right in front of me or slept naked beside me, I wouldn’t waste a single second looking at you. You are completely not my type, you little brat!” “Well, you’re not my type either, Mr. Horrible! You’re like a demon straight from hell! And you’re so quick to judge everything and everyone!” “Tsk, could you keep your voice down? Or is shouting just your natural way of speaking?” he retorted, clearly trying to provoke me.

The relentless assault only ceased once the last drop of filthy sludge had been poured out. Eve and Carla sat frozen, too rattled even to scream, but the stench clung to them like a second skin, invading every breath, it seeped into their pores. Disgusting beyond words. They were utterly wrecked, teetering on the edge of tears but too horrified to even sob. Just the thought of having accidentally swallowed that filth made them gag anew. They had no clue how long they'd been vomiting when an ear-piercing honk shattered the chaos behind them.

Should she remind Adam how he used to go after her? Adam Haikal Hanggara, who once smiled could make the whole class noisy because he rarely smiled. The stone, a nicknames given by their friends because of his always aloof figure and seemed to count the number of every word that came out of his mouth. Please explain to Yara, what Adam saw from Yara, that could make that man head over heels after him! "Is that all? I just need to accompany Tante Desi when she goes out, goes for a walk, or where to go, right?"