Come on, the Negabrutian
Fretfulness

"Ready prepared. Pake the bad luck show again," jemima grumbled.

The girl was seen running along the sidewalk from the bus stop to her campus which is about two hundred meters from the highway.

Last night he lost a bet with Papah, because Papah's mainstay club won. Worse yet, Jemima woke up late due to watching football until late at night. He even had breakfast in a completely new condition literate from his sleep.

Both of her sisters continued to tease her because of the face of Jemima's extraordinary pillow, complete with belek and iler marks on the corners of her lips.

The girl ate while propping up her chin, with eyes still feeling heavy. But because of Papah regulations that require everyone to have breakfast and dinner together, so inevitably Jemima also sat at the dining table with an extraordinary appearance of glass.

After breakfast, both brothers and Papah left for activities. The weak Jemima had not yet prepared for college and went back into the room to prepare.

But when he arrived in the room, the girl actually felt still miss with her pillow and bolsters.

He also lay there again.

"Just a moment will not be bad luck, yes," he murmured while hugging his roll comfortably.

But he just went back to sleep. Lucky Mamah who felt her daughter was too long in the room, entered and saw Jemima who went back to sleep.

"Geez, Mommy. It was this afternoon. You're not in college, are you?" mama asked while trying to wake her daughter up.

Jemima looks squirming. He lazily stretched his hand and still closed his heavy eyes.

"Ehm. It's still eight o'clock. I have ten o'clock class" said Jemima lazily.

"Eh. ni son. Wake cepetan. Look at the clock! It's nine o'clock past fifteen. Did you forget to take the bus?" exclaim Mamah.

Hearing Mamah's words, Jemima immediately opened her eyes wide, and grabbed the phone from the top of the nightstand.

His eyes were getting more and more patterned and he immediately sat down while rubbing his hair back.

"Wine. I'm late. Ouch.cruel," murmured Jemima.

Mamah could only shake at the princess's truly extraordinary behavior.

Finally, Jemima was running around chasing the bus, so he also had to run towards the campus was due to losing bets plus misfortune.

He kept looking at the watch on his wrist, and made sure that there was still enough time for him to arrive on time.

As he was running, a person with a vespa motor drove beside him. Jemima looked over, and so did the rider.

The girl looks happy because someone is passing by and intends to ask for a puppet. His smile widened, and immediately waved his hand so that the rider immediately stopped.

The driver of the vespa still drove about a few meters ahead, and then pulled over.

Jemima who saw him immediately ran after and approached the driver.

His breath was breathless as he continued to run from the bus stop. However, his big smile instantly disappeared as his eyes saw who the antique motorist was.

"Need?" ask Jemima.

"You want to cry, I don't want to be late because of you," exclaimed the Vespa driver who was none other than Fredy.

"Crazy pede. Ogah I rode your butut bike. No levels. You cupu," elak Jemima.

The girl walked back past Fredy just like that and urgently asked for the bonfire. The young man did not want to be dizzy and immediately returned to his campus.

As soon as Fredy passed by, Jemima seemed to stop and set his feet upset because he again met Fredy who always irritated him.

He looked at the clock again, and it was almost too late. Jemima ran back as fast as he could to catch up with time.

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