GOMEN NA SAI
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Last published Fri, May 5, 2017
Bukan seorang Wingster dan juga bukan seorang manusia. lalu, siapakah Akina-chan sebenarnya?kehidupannya dihiasi dengan masa-masa SMP dan perjalanan yang penuh misteri. bagaimana tidak? Akina-chan mengalami hilang ingatan sejak ia berumur 7 tahun. dia tidak tahu lebih tentang masa kecilnya. suatu hari ia bertemu dengan Akio-kun. kira-kira siapa dia? dia adalah anak yang berasal dari kerajaan Dreamy. dia adalah seorang Wingster, yaitu makhluk yang selalu bahagia. bila sedih, mereka dapat berubah menjadi Darky, makhluk jahat yang berasal dari kerajaan Darkhill dan selalu menganggap dirinya adalah makhluk termenyedihkan di dunia. alasan mengapa Akio-kun datang ke bumi adalah untuk mencari sebuah benda. bersama dengan Akina-chan, ia mengumpulkan benda tersebut. semenjak Akio-kun datang ke bumi, Akina-chan sering mengalami kejadian aneh. hmmm, apa sih maksudnya? benda apa yang dicari Akio-kun di bumi? apa yang terjadi dengan Akina-chan selanjutnya?
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