maaf jika aku tak beguna ::Blaze
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  • Parts 6
Ongoing, First published Oct 25
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"kenapa kak hali selalu membandingkan ku dengan yg lain ! aku juga adek kak hali !" -blaze

"blaze... jangan pernah memanggil ku kakak mu lagi ! mulai sekarang kau bukan adik ku!" -halilintar


kisah hidup seorang anak tengah yg selalu harus menjadi contoh bagi adik adik nya dan harus menuruti kata abang abang nya . 

di banding kan dan di salah kan itu menyakitkan . entah bagaimana blaze bisa bertahan di keluarga itu .

[on proses]

⚠Warning 

•boboiboy hanya milik monsta , saya hanya meminjam
•NO LGBT ❌
•mengandung kata non baku
•mengandung kata kata kasar
•dimohon bijak dalam membaca
• pembaca harus umur 14+
•typo di mana mana
•up kalo ada waktu

And jangan lupa vote dan komen . 
Oh ya akun snack video : •°★Iskandar_16★°•

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