My Girlfriend Is Not My Match
CEO Galau

Image, he ternya he can be upset as well, I think a Citra will not be able to feel what is lonely, sick and disappointed. But right now where is the point of his wolves.

Disconnecting from Roy is not a desire from him, but a compelling situation.

*Huff.

How , if I love him, yes, can be a dilemma all day long I*.

The image of standing looking straight ahead, but empty, there is a sense that begins to squeeze the chest tight but can not be removed.

Disappointed for sure, but what else. It's all over.

Now back to the beginning again, where the life I had never met Roy. But only sweet memories remain, it may take a long time to forget.

*You're a good man Roy, but baby you can't be strict with yourself.

Why play with your feelings, why not be honest, you from the beginning.

You tortured yourself, Roy.

I know you're tormented right now, I know you're sorry now.

I, can't help you anymore, I'm disappointed with you Roy. Very disappointed*.

Huh......... The image of the breath to ease the tightness in the chest, trying to dispel his thoughts about Roy.

Suddenly my phone rang, I hurried away from the balcony where I contemplated fate.

Look, Tagor called.

"Hi..... rintik mute, how are you?"

"Good, Tagor. You how are you there."

"I...uh... less good, sad rintik."

"You, sick?"

"Yes... I am sick, because of the cloudiness in my city."

"What does Tagor's cloudy relationship in your town to your state of affairs."

"Of course there are dong, while in other cities there are raindrops. But don't wet all the cities, only one man's wet."

"Rain what is it called? Why wet only one person, don't start the drama."

"Ish.........You know, whose drama? I'm not playing Cit anymore."

"Keep, who's the only person he's exposed to that rainwater."

"You!"

Imaged speech.

Five minutes passed, the call from Tagor had not been interrupted, he was still faithfully waiting for the question that would incline him.

"You."

"I, the Raindrop was Cit, I always thought of him."

"Hmm.... start deh kematkan sane you yes, earlier you call me meticulous lah, now you say there is in another city is coming raindrops, raindrops, but only one person was exposed to the rain, and you kept saying I was the one who was exposed to the rain. You're happy what Tagor, don't be your ass."

"Hahahaha............ It turns out that the rain has not come apparently, still looks cloudy, but it starts to cramp. Wanted to spit out a blow - a cloud of evasive dew."

"You're gonna talk about it again, I'm turning off your phone" Citra said with annoyance

"Yes... end you don't want to tell the same story I'm Cit, I know you've got another masala."

"You know where Gor is."

"Sok, you. Not all about me you know Tagor, don't act like your shaman."

"Yes, at least I know you're sad."

The image was stunned to hear Tagor's words.

*why with everyone right now.

I know, Tagor must have kept my feelings the same.

that's why he's the attention-grabbing all over again.

This is a child, boca sableng nih*.

"I, listen to Papa's company news, Roy broke Cit, it must be you who made it."

"If he's why Gor, want you company bokap lo, I bankrupt too."

"Is..... sadis very lo neng, do not ditu dong ater if Bokap I go broke want to eat what they Cit."

"Yes, you love to eat, you irresponsible child." celote Citra with an annoyed tone.

"So, what's your relationship with Roy?"

"Submit it."

"Why, I'm not talking about Cit well."

"No, there's something to talk about well again Gor, if from the beginning he said maybe he didn't end the relationship."

"So that's where the ex went, because I read the news has finished his family. Alias divorced because of your actions."

"Yes, if he returns to the city of R. Worked in my brother's office."

"But.."

"But what Cit."

"It's his family where I know it, want to be destroyed or die don't care if I Gor."

"Udah, yes. Speaking of which you made my virgin ride Gor. Baye!"

*Sok cool you Gor, I know the ends you bring your feelings.

You lizard, all men are the same.

Fucking entertainers*.

After the call was interrupted, he went back to his room.

Looking at the beauty of the well-maintained forest, a lot of light there.

The breeze that was so soft touched the fur - the fine fur of my hands, it felt cool, but long - long ago turned cold.

Maybe it'll rain tonight.

The image again closes the glass door of the room beamn. moving to leave his room to the workspace, considering his blessing tomorrow, he must read the cooperation file first.

The clock continues to roll, Citra is still focused on the Leptopnya layer until two in the morning. Citr has not been drowsy. Still pokus working.

Busying himself, making him not think about the problems that occur.

It turned out to be an Citra, which was given the title of strong woman, even this brave woman. It can cry and be upset.

In view from the point of view of the person who saw Citra will say, she will not cry easily, but everyone misjudges Citra.

She is the weakest woman in the corners of the earth, she is easy to cry, soft-hearted as soft as silk, easily touched.On the outside she looks fierce but deep she is so fragile young.