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Jovita adalah seorang wanita yang berumur 14 tahun yang lebih muda dari sahabat-sahabatnya. Dia mempunyai paras yang dibilang ya, lumayan lah cantik tapi kalo melihat tubuhnya ga gendut ga kurus hanya berisi. Dia kadang tidak pede dengan dirinya sendiri.
Dia mempunyai kehidupan yang sangat rumit dan hidupnya kadang tidak tenang karena orang orang di sekitarnya yang sangat kepo dengan kehidupannya. Tapi dia tetap sabar dan terus mengahadapinya seberapa pun rumit masalahnya.
Jovita selalu disukai banyak lelaki, hanya saja tidak bnr bnr tulus padanya, banyak sekali kisah percintaan dia yang begitu rumit dan kacau tapi dia ya selalu enjoy dengan kehidupannya walaupun ya begitu siklus kehidupannya.
Hidupnya selalu terombang ambing oleh masalah, tapi di suatu waktu dia memiliki kebahagiaan ya mungkin tidak akan permanen seperti bekas luka dalam hatinya. dirinya diambang pilu.
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