The saxophone chant pampered my ears. The flutter of my heart made my legs tumble, my hands trembling, and the watering of my two sense senses. The figure of a handsome man who looks well established is attached to my laptop screen, which women's hearts are not churning to see the figure of dreams seem. Strapping body, sturdy jaw, athletic body posture with a maroon jacket.
I contacted her personal contact person, "kak! I really like the cover of this song. can not stop dengernya! "
Nothing I expected from the message I sent, not even a reply.
Suddenly emblazoned on my phone screen
"Damian: hi genie! thank yaa already love :) "
God, it's impossible, my name is called.
Anyway guys, I contacted him via a photo and video uploader app that you must know what his name is.
1 year later,
The apps bring up features like snapchats and allow us to access like periscope. As a teenager who wants to keep up to date, I tried similar features with periscope.
Damian joined
Silence me instantly. I said to myself. I stared at me.
"Hi kak damian ..." I said
"Hi genie," he replied via text
Until the end I used the feature, Damian faithfully watched me. Until I get a personal message from him,
"I'm the first time mantengin people out"
"Ohyaa? thanks kak already want to spend time to live me that is not important :), "I replied
"I'm hypnotized with you"
Glad I was that night.
Engage us in conversations, and end up switching mobile numbers.
"I call ya?" The message.
My first meeting.
Deliberately and unintentionally.
Like a dream when conscious.
Like sober dikal berkanal.
We were going to attend her friend's birthday party. He is guest and guest. I got acquainted. Be a fruit of conversation, millions of praise.
Myself sitting in the middle of the crowd, devouring strawberry cheesecake while looking at Damian gave a very melodic chanting performance.
As night passed, the party ended.
With an awkward gesture he grabbed my hand toward the parking lot, which then propagated into the embrace on my hips. Tiredness conditions unbearable, making him unable to drive his car. I grabbed myself in a hug, as an invitation to break together. A low voice whispered affectionately, saying "You're beautiful, I like it."
Short story Essay: Ghiinaans
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60% adopted from my real experience.
15% improvitation.
10% imagination.
15% fiction.
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