SUKA
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"Hai Nina, bangun dah si cantik I ni,"
Terkejut aku bila aku memdengar suaranya, aku tahu siapa dia, kenapa dia lakukan perkara ni pada aku, apa salah aku pada dia? Aku buntu, aku tak pernah bermusuh dengan sesiapa, tapi kenapa dia buat perkara ni pada aku. Satu kucupan hangat singgah di pipi aku, Aku terkejut dengan tindakan dia. Didalam hati aku cuma berdoa supaya Allah selamatkan aku, aku menangis tanpa henti.
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