Dear Adam : Hot!

At 12.00 noon it was hot. Ify's lips suddenly pouted. Sweat was pouring down when pushing Muza's car which was breaking down. "Gosh! I know I should just take public transportation!" Dumel. He kept on complaining incessantly. "It's hot! Hot!" She groaned in annoyance. She waved her long scarf. She was really pissed off.

"Fy!"

"Hmmm."

"You'd better be with me," said Satria.

Ify began to decide. "Okay! I'll be with you, Sat!" The break up.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Ify already felt quite breathless. She really felt very tired. She's quite hot. Her sweat was like grains of corn falling. It feels tired and hot. "Really annoying!" She snorted as he took the bag in Muza's car.

"Fai, you..."

"Come on, you don't have to ask too many questions! You're wasting my time!" He grumbled with a tone that was quite annoyed, then he went along with Satria on his automatic motorbike.

Muza was forced to call a mechanic to immediately go to the place where his car broke down.

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