Tetangga Kampret

Tetangga Kampret

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Katanya dia tercipta tanpa celah, alias perfect. Tapi bagi gue dia adalah tetangga kampret. Setiap pagi sering buat polisi udara sama motor hitam biji malika nya. Ladenin sifat rondom dia yang hobi banget ngajar ribut. Untung gue tercipta dengan stok sabar sebedar bisep nya Ade Rai, jadi mentok mentok kalau kesabaran gue menipis gue hanya usap dada. Di atas semua tingkah nya gue paling kesal sama mulut nya yang karet dia, pedes cuk. Gue udah tahan banting sana sini sama omongannya yang enggak suka di pikir dua kali, tapi emang kenyataan nya dia emang gak punya otak sih, jadi pantes aja gak mikir perasaan orang lain. Dan kadang bikin gue lupa bahwa gue itu orang penyabar banget. ........ " UDAH NOLEP, EMOSIAN LAGI. BUMI AJA MALES PUNYA RAKYAT KAYAK GITU." Teriak Haikal. "SITU JUGA, LAKI LAKI MULUTNYA LEMES. PAKE BEHA AJA SANAA." Dan Jena tak kalah berteriak.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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