Dear You (ENGLISH)

I squirm when the sunshine sting my skin.What time is it now? I asked myself as I reached for my smartphone beside me.Me eyes widened when it was written at 06.45 a.m. I got up grabbed the towel and ran to the bathroom.It only took five minutes for me to shower and change clothes.“Don’t you have breakfast, La?” asked my mother.“I don’t have breakfast, Mom. I’m late,” rejecting me.“Your own fault why wake up late. Do you watch Korean dramas until three in the morning, right?” guessed my mother right.“Hehehe…”I blushed.“Keep on with your bad habit. If you get typhus again, feel it.”I laughed at the expression of my mother who was anxious to face me, whos

The lesson bell rang. Mrs.Laras has not yet arrived in the classroom, even though she is usually the most diligent teacher. Even 10 minutes before the bell rang, she was already in the classroom. I saw Kenzo, the ruffian student in my class running while hiding under the back seat. At the same time, a teacher in her 50s entered the classroom with a pair of scissors in her hand. She is mrs.Barbara. Who doesn’t know mrs.Barbara? the teacher who has taught at my school for 30 years is quite popular among student, especially naughty male student who deliberately lengthen their hair, even though it is clear in the written regulations that male students are not allowed to lengthen their hair. “Kenzo, where are you?” Mrs.Barbara’s eyes swept around the classroom, trying to find the whereabouts of the brat who had been running around the avoid her. After the drama of the chase, Kenzo was finally caught by mrs.Barbara. the 50 year-old woman seemed satisfied be

My class situation has started to be quiet, leaving only Isti and I who are still sitting in the classroom. I am still loyal to hear the express feeling of Isti about her father who is seriously ill. Not occasionally Isti cried. I rubbed Isti’s shoulder – I felt how sad she was. Moreover, Isti is an only child. “I am very afraid if something happens to my father,” said Isti while sobbing. “Sttt… it’s okay. Your father will be fine.” I said comfortably – though I don’t know myself if what I said was true. All I know is I want to strengthen her. “I’m afraid if my father will die of this disease, La.”

My parents' faces lit up after hearing the news that one of the private universities in my city is still open for registration for the nutrition science study program.  With burning enthusiasm, my papa took me to the test there. "Pray before starting the exam and keep focused on doing the questions yes," said my father giving me support.  I nodded firmly, then walked into the exam room, leaving my papa alone in the waiting room.                                                               *** I finished the academic test, physical test, and interview test at exactly two in the afternoon. The worms in my stomach had been protesting because of hunger. Luckily my papa is sensitive to take me to his favorite food stall.  We ordered meatballs and chicken noodles an

Arga and I checked out of the hotel at 11pm. Yes, we didn't stay overnight because we were afraid my parents would scold me. Arga and I arrived home at one in the morning, stuck in traffic along the way."Do I have to go into your house to say goodbye to dad and mom?" asked Arga quietly. ""No need. They must be sleeping by now. It's already early morning, I want to go home so I can rest soon," I said while tiptoeing to caress Arga's curly hair.Arga put his lips to mine -- bit my lower lip -- stuck his tongue to be able to dance beautifully with my tongue. Arga's hand ignorantly entered into my bra, playing with my naughty nipples."Why are your nipples so cute, honey?" Arga said with exasperation. Arga's left hand entered my panties, inserted two fingers into my pussy hole. Ah, how delicious the Arga game is .I don't want to lose. I put my hand into Arga's underwear, played his cock up and down.