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Galih dan Dita, Bukan Galih dan Ratna

Romansa Anak Muda
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What is Galih dan Dita, Bukan Galih dan Ratna

Leia o romance Galih dan Dita, Bukan Galih dan Ratna escrito pelo autor Tita_Nurlaila publicado no WebNovel. Galih dan Dita bersekolah disekolah dasar yang sama. namun kedua nya tidak dekat saat di sekolah dasar. karena berbeda kelas a dan b. meski mereka berdua seangkatan.Saat sekolah dasar, kedua nya salin...

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Galih dan Dita bersekolah disekolah dasar yang sama. namun kedua nya tidak dekat saat di sekolah dasar. karena berbeda kelas a dan b. meski mereka berdua seangkatan. Saat sekolah dasar, kedua nya saling mengenal hanya sebatas kenal saja. Tidak ada intraksi atau sapa menyapa, hanya saling tahu nama dan rupa masing masing saja. Di saat kelas enam sekolah dasar, mereka mulai saling terlibat satu sama lain nya walau secara tidak sengaja. Hingga saat sekolah menengah pertama tiba. secara kebetulan kedua nya bersekolah di sekolah yang sama kembali. Dan di saat itulah awal persahabatan kedua nya terjalin. Sudah lima tahun terakhir ini aku bersahabat dengan galih bahkan hampir enam tahun sejak kelas tujuh sekolah menengah pertama, pertemuan tidak sengaja saat itu berujung keakraban kita berdua hingga saat ini. Seperti kebanyakan cerita roman picisan lain nya, kisah inipun dikemas secara apik dan mendebarkan, bagai cerita galih dan ratna.. eitss.. tapi ini galih dan dita. bukan kisah galih dan ratna. dan ini adalah kisah kita.. yang penuh warna warni juga penuh kejutan didalam nya. kisah masa muda yang seru dan mengharu biru.. mulai baca yuk..! maka kamu akan tenggelam bersama keseruan kedua nya.

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