Come on, the Negabrutian

Come on, the Negabrutian
Debates


Fredy opened the door of his boarding room and entered first, after Jemima who was still frowning. The girl took down the mattress previously marginalized by Fredy, and made it a seat.


Fredy throws his bag and jacket on the floor and sits down and takes off his shoes.


"I'm just looking for mastiins. If you're tired, you should say. Neither did papa," said Fredy.


"Lho is that? It means to doubt me. Uh, snapshot. Create data, we do not have to muter the field and ask one-on-one. We have to work smart, not just work hard. Tired of what zonk does."


"And Mr. RT has told us, should if you want to check, just around a block two blocks. Well, you almost everyone you asked."


"Gue was not afraid of being tired. I'm just sprained because you don't want to beat me. Inget yes, who asked for my help you, you should believe my opinion," said Jemima at length.


"Udah ranting?" ask Fredy.


Jemima glared as he was still upset with the young man who had made him swirl around the village.


His hands involuntarily massaged his feet that felt sore due to walking far, with comparable results.


Fredy who initially wanted to get angry because Jemima kept blaming him, suddenly loosened the veins on his face upon seeing that. He was guilty of the girl.


The young man got up and went into the kitchen. Shortly after, he came back out and brought a glass of drinking water for Jemima.


"Nih drink first let's be cool," said Fredy.


However, Jemima looked unconcerned and continued to moan. Fredy, who did not know how to persuade women, ended up fighting quietly with Jemima.


While the girl who always nyerocos every time angry, finally getting upset and can not stand to linger there.


"Gue's coming home. Males I'm here," said Jemima.


The girl grabbed her bag and was about to get up, but suddenly her arm was pulled by Fredy until she was swept forward, until her face almost collided with the young man. Jemima widened, but as if bewitched, the girl froze instantly.


"Gue's sorry" Fredy said later.


That sentence breaks everything. Jemima also pushed the young man's body away from him. He turned his head in the other direction, to hide his definite face was currently blushing.


"Gue I was wrong. Okay I'm sorry to bother you. But you know for yourself if we deal with data, data is often not synchronized with field conditions, so it needs data updates," explained Fredy.


"Yes but right..," interrupted Jemima.


However, his words came to a halt as Fredy's index finger stuck to his aunt, sending the girl back to her feet.


"Well, I don't want to make any more noise. I'm sorry, and I'll try to hear your opinion" Fredy said.


"Mending you find someone else. My cake is not suitable to be your partner," said Jemima.


"No. I'll keep asking for your help until it's over. Because I already know how you work, and match my expectations," replied Fredy.


"You serious?" tanya Jemima made sure.


"Yes, I'm serious. Yeah, I'm sorry for today. Are you tired of turning back? I'll anterin you, but I'll take a shower first. It stinks" said Fredy.


"Gue also stinks times. Sticky mana. Not comfortable anymore" jemima grumbled.


"Want to take a shower here too?" ask Fredy.


"Sorry. ogah!" sahut Jemima fast.


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