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This evening the atmosphere is so tense, for some reason I have never been so scared baseball, inside the room, I can not get to sleep awake, looked around the room that are red, occasionally peeking from pejaman eyes, I seemed to know if there will be approached. Ah, maybe this is just a feeling I wrote, occasionally smiled and said to myself "Sleeping yuk, Gofar", clearing diary plus a small padlock which is next to the head, kissing teddy bear, interesting quilt Kero Kero Keroppi and now it's time to sleep. Hose five minutes passed, the sound of a loud knock on the door, so loud! "TOK TOK TOK! TOK TOK TOK! ", Snapped this self open eyes, the sweat condenses on the forehead, began a rhythmic heartbeat Dubstep, woke up from the bed and peered toward the door while bebisik softly," Who the hell? Aa .. is this a ghost or a human being? "

With slow steps uncertain dragging on the floor, the courage to open the door, knock on the door louder voice and repeated, over and over and over and over again! Tersodor wrist toward the doorknob, shaking finally I pull the door handle, "BRUAKK!" Oohh, apparently looking for bu Djoko next door neighbor would borrow a thermos of ice, one of the house turned out. Fiuhh there is no aja. With that incident made me baseball mood to sleep, finally, I wear shorts and T-shirts Mambo Grifone side lines hanging in the closet and decided to go to the shop in search of food, it turns out the incident was quite draining and raised hunger.

Arriving at tavern eat close to home, it appears there was a little tension there, a grumpy mustachioed champion, pound the table shouting "I'M THE MOST AWFUL!" And the waiter was bringing food while gemeteran. Because the males took part in the situation, I was reversing direction back toward the house. At home my car heats, decided to spend the night at the residence of friends taulan. Increasingly felt late night and cold, any desirewant to continue together to listen to a song Java Jive accompany my journey. Arriving on the highway, look beautiful girl the toll gate keeper, judging by her name tag, it turns out he was named Elma Theana and somehow this lip automatically saying "Xoncenya mannnnnna?" Thrusting a toll dues money, grotesque.

With speeds ala Knight Rider Michael Knight, the car speeding on the highway, do not feel the needle car dashboard showed gasoline was dying, I stop by the gas station on the highway. When I got there I came down from the car to buy Premix or Super TT fuming annoyed "Ah this car is extravagant!", Looks a father to hear what I then walked, smiled and said: "AMPA Empa tens of thousands" with the accent Bali pointing black car, whatever that means.

Okay, time to move on. A few meters left the gas station suddenly the car engine off, distarter baseball flames, strike brothers! Then the rain was pouring down, whether there is anything with me this evening. Waited in the car while occasionally trying the starter again but to no avail, I finally gave up, leaning head on the headrest, closed his eyes while chewing crunchy Kayane cruncy and Butternut Collins I like all like the taste of pure material patents. Soon there was a knock windshield, visible figure of a woman soaking rain, I open the windshield, "What are you doing here?" Said the woman who turned out to be a former me, "The car I strike" said I, "Yauda left his car here aja , later telephone tow truck, now I anther you wrote it to your house? "asked the former. I also affirm the offer and went to his car, candy given to him, "You better deh" I whispered into her ear, and then we hugged tightly as if he did not want to be separated, in my heart said, "Cold-cold soft".

At home I waved good-hearted ex who had willingly drove up to the house, soaking wet and then I went into the house, took a towel and a bath, wash with shampoo scent of fruit while singing "Dee dee it shampoku, I shower every dee jitak "to appease hearts lara. Turns shampooing once is not enough, I also repeat wash hair with shampoo Johnson's Baby with murmuring the song composed by Dan Hill - Sometimes When We Touch, "There is a language of love mlalui your touch, and I know language of love ~". bathing all completed and it has been a little quiet heart, to be more calm again I took a bottle of powder and sow in my body by chanting the song "Loose skin powder blushes Rodeka your family Ro De Ka".

What a night, a night which was incredible. Genesis truly unexpected, this self silent, staring at the mirror a few minutes then smiled and whispered in front of the mirror "Your hair, like Anjasmara", mantra pep to sleep. Heading to bed again, lay down to its original position, turn off the lights as if light "glare MEN!" And it is time to sleep. So the ladies and gentlemen of this story has a happy ending endings. Moral message implicit in this story is, if there are people who pretended to know, say

This sentence in front of her face: "Ah Teori!"


-pergi jauh-