Grudge of Grief: Kasyaf
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GLUDING, GLUDING, GLUDING
DUUURRRR
There was a loud sound in the sky there. Miss Maryati lifted her head.
KRATAK, KRATAK, KRATAK
BREEEESSSS
“Hemm. Why is it raining all of a sudden? Mas Sigit certainly ngajak si Sari for shady first” lamented bu Maryati.
“Kalo there is no place for shady, surely Sigit mas directly nyopot his jacket, make cover his head Sari” continued bu Maryati.
“Kalo nyampe home, aaaaaa. Why this, ...