CRUSHES
Chapter 1

Cute, handsome, handsome. Oh my god, he's so damn hunk, the real hunk and I got crush on him at the first sight.

Look at his body, so sexy as hell. He really got a body of figure of eight. He has a cool proportion of the body, tall but not very thin, has arm muscles that make engas. Continuously protruding veins on his wrist ugh really funny.

My type abis, his face is very local, his skin is legit brownish reminiscent of the figure of a male grizzly bear and macho, continue if his sweet smile makes the mill roll out of business. I until the drolling itself concerned about the appearance of his photo on social media, nope, although Mas Ganteng has his own account Igeh but he rarely posts there, this is just me stalking through his friends' accounts.

Because the only photo that nangkring in this tamvan mas account, yes photos of her same mbak girlfriend who according to the info circulated has been on her since the 1st grade of High School. I said, the girl Kian his face is normal, just nice to see, wear a hijab, and looks like a breakout pesantren.

Heu, very sad. It turns out that my excessive stubbornness only ends up injuring myself.

But what am I doing, dong? Anyway I like Kian, period. Bodo very even though mas bear sexih this titled girlfriend person.

Yeah I also don't want to have a girlfriend giveaway, anyway, cornering guys is much better to meh, so when viewed in terms of effort, it looks more there gregetnya getoh.

Kiran is that loh, in order to get Mas Kian adoration heart, whatever I will do. Hell no, I don't usually sell as cheap as this, but specifically for this ahem ahem mas gebetan I'm willing to close the prestige and self-esteem.

I swear, just the time I felt the real love, you know how im fellin'? My heart sound jedug pauseg everytime I meet him, and that happens a whole time.

"Don't, Ki." Gita, my fishy sohib. Mutter his eyes until squint, yeu dugong sirik aja lo. "What do you know about love?"

"Love it for me like seeing a doi that makes my heart flutter flounder." While I sodorin my chest to Gita and a dribble rocking demonstration.

"Relix, Git. Temen you're not sane." Nania, my other sohib, the calm but bantet brained because of slowness is not sharpened.

"Temen lo also keles." Gita does not accept, yes free to do me, most later I get off the car, hah want to menggampus mengompreng to whom, loh.

"Eh but I swear, genk. Because of that guy, Kiran is now driven by a motorbike, you know. In fact, it used to be mah boro-boro, which he said was hot, the messy hair was, tailah..." Naina Cibir. Sohib I also this, actually all six of us that, in addition to Gita, Nania, Sheila, there is still Susan and Nana, but now they are still in the village, in the village has not been cut off, the class starts this week.

"Cowok riding the beat is cute, tauk!" I then mention the specific type of vehicle that is driven by Mas Ganteng. "Especially the plate's white beat N."

"Where do you feel when you're hit with a beat? How good is the Ferrari of Typhoon?" Gita is wearing it again.

"Don't beat it, far away!" I don't accept my handsome Mas compared to my former banding who trash it. "Originally you know, I'm okay riding a pock bike from him who is bonceng keep us asoy geboy speeding on the streets of the capital city dimayung city lights around us..., I really want to make good memories with Mas Ganteng, and before this semester is over he has to be my girlfriend!"

"What are you doing making good memories?" Sheila grimaces my pretentious babbling iye it.

"It's like boring together in his room." My own smile I plopped on the chest of the mamas field.

"What's that fuckin' mouth?" Sheila my goshadepin.

"Ni's a pretty kid but her mouth's dregs." Gita nambahin.

Yes, I would like to. According to the great Indonesian netijen dictionary, beautiful people are free. "But Kian ngangenin really, I'm dizzy if a day just don't see the picture."

"Ngangenin guy is reasonable, snatch that guy's brazen girlfriend." Tumben Gita actually said it.

"Like i care." But I'm a bitch. "Just like I've got me, don't take it, I'll cry."

"Et sorry, I'm not happy." Samber Gita again.

"The taste of elo is terrible, Ki." Shelia flipped her thumb down, asem.

"Jelee that, my boyfriend." Nania belagu, yes, she has a cute boyfriend, but I said, anyway, faggot face, ups.

Yep, yeah. I know that handsome is relative, but for me the fondness of Mas Kian is the most important, no one excuse him in another level of handsome.

"Sono went home alone!" I stood up, grabbed my bag and Mercy's car keys. Cuek aja I pitchinggalin the three of them, wrong themselves about the candidate of my priest.

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I'm who, huh? My name is Kirana Azalea, 19 years old. Often called Milea the same temen-tengegen me because I once lived in Bandung.

Study the third semester at a distinguished faculty that is famous for its good looking and appearance conscious girls. Anyway we can be a mood boaster for guys who mess around with numbers.

But unfortunately I do want a cross-faculty guy, or exactly where Mas Ganteng pursue a degree as an engineer. Fits the same as me son of management, my ideals want to be the wife of Mas Kian, so I have to pinter in managing the household life of both of us later, ahem.

Btw, I've known Kian since semester one, known Satya. My college friend and schoolmate in Bandung. Incidentally, the two of them are one boarding, one class, and one circle of friendship.

So actually we're sorry, uh not with. If according to the year of birth, his parents are a year, because I used to enter his SD record as well as nyokap.

In short, I immediately like him at the first opportunity we know, because I was curious about this guy, he was the only person who seemed not interested in me.

Wicked, even though I'm beautiful, you know. Artists only lose, my face is a derivative blaster because it has a grandmother Caucasian, nose pointed like a prosotan board, slim body, and long straight hair that is stretched to the back.

Another guy is willing to be my girlfriend, is he? Boro-boro, my WA number is not. Damn it, I totally lost my brain cells because of him.

I continue to miss the same weight now Kian, because I could not meet him during the even semester holidays. How to meet people doi directly say so nyampe his hometown. Yes, yes who has a girl in the voice, until the one here is forgotten.

The phase is so, right, makes it comfortable and then disappears.

Yes chat times I was taken. Let alone check the ashes, when clearly again online, what the hell is the difficulty of my balesin chat?

Look out, I'm your samperin now, I pack it home and keep me at home.

Gabut I use intention, desperate way to tongkrongan Mas handsome and friends. Just my guess, he was again coffee in the east canteen which is controlled by engineering children since ancient times.

Like getting into a den of thieves, since getting out of the car all eyes are directly on me, kampungan, like never see a cute girl. These kudanil legs continue my temptation, some are calling, some are suit-suit, hahah tacky.

"Oohh beautiful, want the heart to whisper..." Jodi sangin my song kahitna, temen one major Mas Ganteng, his high voice screeching making ears ringing.

"No, I'm a bitch." Answer me accordingly.

"Kiraann tayank, yes awoh dedek Kiran masyaawoh..." Bayu Bacotnya, the most bucket guy in the Faculty of Engineering.

"Well, did you stray here?" Satya took my step. Though he knows the reason I'm here for whom, all use it again.

The dream guy is like Mas Ganteng gini. If only I see when I come from a distance, doi just glance at a glance before returning to peek hot coffee steaming. Well, well, I was greeted by a hug that cake, we haven't met for 3 weeks.

Recognize, he is Dilanku eh Kianku.

"Kians..." I immediately sat down next to him, uh pissed off this one prophet adam, to campus wearing brown cargo pants and red checkered flannels. Do not forget the flagship black snapback and a small sling bag that only fit the pen of the same written book. What college intentions do pan creditors charge?

Et et, Kian nengok continue to give me a thin smile, duh duh what is my heart?

"Today I started college, huh?"

Kian nodded while sipping coffee directly from his cup, next to him was a packet of filter cigarettes. No, Mas Ganteng is not a really cool guy, he still smokes and likes a collection of porn. This last info I got from Satya after being bribed cheaply with goat fried rice.

"You, dong." Without waiting for approval, I take over the cup, and follow the exfoliate in the same place, itung-itung ngincipin former lips Kian.

That guy just look at me, although almost two semesters I pepetin, doi still like to wonder that same behavior I. "How come you didn't reply to my chat, anyway?"

"Which chat?"

"Many of my chats that you win. It was busy in Malang, huh? What the hell, anyway?" I don't have the right to ask, but Kian who seems pretentious gini make me sprain. "Yes if the milk is didiemin so yoghurt, if you chat me that you imbued, do you know its hurt?"

Girl if you're a bucin, the moron gets to the veins. Uhm yes it's okay, anyway, it's good to make meatballs.

"My HP's being made into play."

"What kind of meal?" Pune reason ponakan, most also there dating mulu same mbak girlfriend, satisfied alone and can meet, taik.

Can I not be jealous? Tired knows to bear this feeling alone.

Uh his arms are idle, I'm gelendotin ah. "I miss, tauk."

More twinkling, doang, ngeliatin I know-know nemplok in his arms. Nanggung, I put my head all on his shoulders, while I prick his chin overgrown with thin feathers using index finger. "Not shaved, huh?"

"But I like gini, don't shave first, yeah." I was transformed into a weird girl, "Let's be amused if you love."

"Eh." Kian narik his arm, new ihh also spindled for a while.

"What's the matter, anyway?"

"Not good for others."

"It's okay to look..." I ngeyel, the arm of Mas Ganteng I took again, and this time I kekepin with more possessive. Behind me the sound of ciee-ciee anyway, ngeledekin Kian who embarrassed himself as my behavior.

Lah bodo is very yak, my people are comfortable here, said Kian it's kepelan hockey kepelan beautiful creatures with deadly charm like me, the incarnation of queen uler badarawuhi aja defeat my enemy.

Once I've spun around, don't expect this guy to come off. Ready Raden Mas Kian Santang, I make you claustrophobic with venomous love. Yes, I have grown it for myself.

Anjir, what a horror I said.

"You're not coming home?" Kian take a cigarette, almost ajaain but not so, hunt me again alone in his arm. Probably scared of the ashes and the smoke coming into my hair, uhh very attention.

"Why, would you like to do something?" I shoot, but only once. "Come, my house is empty again, dear yuk, yuk."

"Why is it empty?" Mas Ganteng laughed softly.

"We can be a donkey."

But really, my sister's house is empty again, she and her husband take care of business abroad, I became lonely because often left. Bokap-nyokap equally, in addition to busy managing the company, they also concurrently as members of the legislative council. Moreover, Papi I include elite officials and his name entered the market for future ministers.

Because all my family members are super duper busy, and I also do not want to continue alone at home, so starting this semester I decided to spend time.

I got it, in the area around the technical campus there. Nothing far from my campus, as long as it can deket same Mas Ganteng.

"Oh, so move?"

"So, dong." Yesterday I used the excuse to ask for help with the boarding fee to take him out, uh really cementin, dong.

All day we roamed around the cost-boss for me, because I want to continue to be piggybacked, I finally pretended to complicate it. Do not want a room that is narrow, ogah if the window is only one, do not like mbak kosnya recek and so forth.

Hihihi, my reason for the smooth mode of deketin mamas. Kegeeran as well. Glad, there is still hope for me.

Moreover, I am very patient from morning until noon, there are about 20 kos-kosan we samperin and there is none that I am interested in. I already have my own inceran.

When I tell you my current costs, Kian can only gawk, maap ya Mas Ganteng if our adventure yesterday was in vain.

"You don't want to help me move?"

"When?"

"Now," My whimper makes it as good as possible. "Yes? Yea? Help ya?"

"I want futsal with the kids."

"Aahh Kiaann...." I sulk until my lips move forward. "It's the same with me, when I haul alone, I can't compose the three-stacked Ikea rack,"

"What about tomorrow?"

"Can't, tomorrow I do a job, won't be able to move if not now." I had to lie.

"When is college just getting started?"

"There, really. If you don't believe me, go to my major." Because I kept whining like a child, Kian finally assented. Yash, I feel I deserve the Oskar Cup best drama cast.

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Micca 🐾