CRUSHES
Chapter 8's

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.

"There is." I'm lewatin Satya so, he clucked all over but because we're already pren, so no problem.

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.

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.

*****, what a horror I am talking about.

"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.