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In the expanse of Allah's prayer rug who became a friend, crying, complaining and being grateful And in the ink strokes, and in the memories of all the people I will know later, will be written a story. about my life, Sintia Budiyanti Continued to the next Sintia The Series story and novel series 1. Sintia Yang Terbuang Cinta 2. My Friends and Love Story 3. Lentera 4. Sofia Bandung 1952 Thank you, Nyi Mas Ratu Intan

CYNTHIA “Oh shit man! That's hilarious.” I heard Jake, Cole's best friend scream from the top floor of the school's cafeteria. Of course they usually had their lunches alone,away from peering eyes. Cole had forgotten his textbook with me and I was walking slowly up the stage when I heard their laughter. Cole is my step brother,the son of my mom's husband. “So tell us, what are you gonna do and how are you gonna bang her?” I raised my brows, already liking their conversation until I heard my name.

Kimberly The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen, but the bitterness on my tongue had nothing to do with the drink. My fingers trembled slightly as I scrolled through headlines on my phone—photos of me, of Axel, of that ridiculous moment at the stadium when he pointed at me like we were some epic love story. "The hottest couple of the moment!" Kathleen read aloud, spinning her phone toward me with a smirk. "Look, they even made a hashtag. #Kixel. Terrible creativity, but congrats, sis—you’re famous now!"

Until now, whenever she had asked her aunt or tried to broach the subject, her aunt had fiercely shut it down, insisting her parents were dead and there was no reason to discuss it. Her aunt had told her no stories of her parents, their hometown, or their families, explaining that it was for the best. Looking at Adrian Cagliari, a chilling certainty washed over her: there was far more to her story than she knew.

I shook my head, stepping aside to let her in. She shot me a seductive smile, her fingers gripping the straps of her bag as if she knew the effect she was already having on me without doing anything yet and sauntered in, her hips swaying as she walked to the middle of the room. She turned slowly, taking us both in with one long look. "Names?" she asked, her voice low. "Monica," I said. "And this is Belle." "Call me Tasha," she replied, already closing the distance. She stopped right in front of Belle first, cupping her chin and tilting her face up.

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I still don’t know their names, though. This continued on for what felt like weeks while I gained back my health. I’m also starting to be more open and friendly to them. Of course, I only speak when I think it’s not awkward. Honestly, I don’t trust myself with speaking. I also learned that the angel man’s name is Aziel and the young man’s name is Jayce. Also, I’m currently in a kingdom named Megaira and we’re close to its borders. They lent me some of their clothes and I made some adjustments. As I tie my hair with a ribbon, Jungkook was staring at me oddly. They wanted to buy me a dress with which I refused until I heard Jungkook’s reasoning.

Celie frowned at me when I put the cake in front of her. "What's this?" she said. "I name it 'Azra's Secret'," I said. "It's a special dessert recipe from home." "Fatness might not be an imminent danger for you, but not for me," she said. "Oh come on, Celie," I said. "You always complain about how customers keep turning away to Monica's but have you ever noticed how boring your menu is? There are no cool desserts whatsoever!" She glared at me. "What are you, a dessert police?"

“Forgive me, you don’t owe me any explanation whatsoever. I am just happy to meet someone with a complicated family history as I.” “I was not explaining anything; I was simply stating a fact. I don’t care about your family history and I can assure you that there is nothing complicated about my family. What is your name by the way?” “Natasha…Natasha Thompson…funny story, I know…but sometimes it isn’t that easy to get rid of your ex’s name. May I go now ma’am? I need to find another parking spot before am late for my meeting with the CEO.” “Natasha,” Luyando mulled over the name. “I will certainly keep my eye on you.” She pranced back to her car.