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aku punya teman.. (ah 3x). teman sepermainan... di mana ada dia selalu.. LAGU APA HAYOO ITU?
Mending cong, kalo sampahnya joke-joke lucu, atau yang garing sekalipun. Nah ini, cong...  (nama anda malam ini Pelancong), kisah cinta dia yang selalu bertepuk sebelah tangan.. keluhan sehari-hari seperti capek kerja, bosen, dan terkadang volume suara dia keras banget apalagi kalau pas melepaskan emosi karena tekanan hidup (apaan sih...) Tapi mau ngga diterima telponnya, ini temen baikku... (tapi sering juga ngga ta'terima kalau bener-bener lagi ga ada tenaga buat dengerin keluhan harian-nya). Dia kayaknya ngga pernah bener-bener peduli tentang aku, blog. Dia cuma buat selingan doang nanya "Gimana siNYAMUK mu?" , trus tadi apa.. gitu dia nanya, aku belum jawab, dia udah cerita hal lain lagi. Kasian ya dia... memang kehidupan di daerah itu selambat itu, dia jadi punya waktu untuk nelpon orang (dan kebetulan orang itu aku) luuammmaa.... sampe kupingku panas (dan dari cerita-ceritanya, kayaknya dia melakukan hal yang sama pada gebetan-gebetannya). Dan pas dia udah selesai nelpon tadi, aku check fb, Wannes baru online aja dong! Dan udah off. Faaaaa..k-k-kodok ngorek, kodok ngorek, ngorek pinggir kali. Teot tek dung teot tek dung, teot, teot tek dung!
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