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Beachfront

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

The sound of screams that collided with the waves breaking the reef, sounding sluggish around the beach.

There was a girl standing on the edge of the rocks, with long hair fluttering in the wind to cover her face.

He seemed to cry and put all the sadness in his heart.

Not far from where the girl was standing, a young man sat on his vest motorbike, and continued to watch the girl from behind.

They were there for a long time, until no more screams of grief from the girl. He was even seen sitting with his legs dangling down, leaving his feet swept away by the approaching sea water.

The young man felt that the girl was getting better, and he slowly walked up to her with a tumbler in hand.

The girl was still wiping her wet face, as apparently she still had not stopped crying.

"Yells you're screwing too yeah. Waves only to lose fast with your screams," said the young man who was none other than Fredy.

He deliberately brought Jemima to the edge of the sea, because he knew that it was only there that people could shout as much as they could without being heard by others.

The young man was sure, if after being rejected by the lecturer, the girl must be very sad and need to vent sadness.

"No need to suck on you. Do you see I'm ancur kek gini?" timpal Jemima is upset.

"Encure? You said gini ancur cake? Hah.. superficial is your mind. Rejected guy is trivial thing know no. We are social students, a problem that is heavier than this is a lot. So if you think that cake is just a liven lu ancur, it means you are loser," Fredy said cynically.

"Kebangetan really lu. Not to entertain me, even jatohin mulu from earlier. There's no empathy to be people" Jemima grumbled.

"Keep you what? I puk-puk you while saying, 'Excite ya. Cowo is still a lot.' Is that? Sorry, I'm not the kind of guy who likes to sneeze. Life is hard. If you've been complaining, what if ngadepin is more difficult," said Fredy.

Jemima was silent. Fredy's words did sound very loud and harsh. But inwardly, Jemima realized that it was all true.

He could only continue to dispel the tears that were still coming out, even though he was so tired of crying.

"Drink, let's not dehydrate you because of the roaring mulu," said Fredy stretched out his tumbler.

Jemima glanced over, then quickly grabbed the object and gulped down its contents. He let out a long sigh after successfully finishing all of its contents.

"Thanks" said Jemima, returning the object.

Fredy grabbed it and intended to drink the rest, but apparently the place was empty.

"Haus you?" satirist Fredy.

Jemima then stood up and patted his slightly sandy pants.

"Ngafe. I'll treat you to a drink. Lager I cry mute from earlier," asked Jemima.

"His cry?" asked Fredy scoffed.

"Udah. I want to cry too dry tears too, but the guy will have no response" said Jemima ketus.

"Give thanks if you move on. Lagian you also lose the competitiveness of the girls. It's so cute, the cake is also mature. It's not absurd your cake" Fredy sneered.

"Dih.. sekate-kate ya you. The hunt dih. Laper is me. Want to be treated no you," said Jemima annoyed.

He even walked ahead, leaving Fredy still standing by the beach.

The young man seemed to smile amusedly at Jemima's behavior that quickly changed from sad, to him who always talked gas.

"Hunting, retreating," cried Jemima who had arrived near Fredy's vespa.

"Yes, bebel," said Fredy.

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