BASHA MARKET Orang surabaya jujur2 ya. Hari ini ngasih tester ke ayi2, habis nyobain lgsg blg ke dpn kita “ih gak enak”, trus lgsg jalan ke booth Aquviva beli air putih. Gatau mau ketawa ato kesinggung 😭😭 Sorry ya ayi ❤️❤️
Banyak cerita&nostalgia di thn 70an. Yg gak perlu orang tau. Kecuali mpok&keluarga&Kang Haji Rhoma&keluarga. Hanya Allah saja yg tau. Utk itu jangan heran, kalau mpok&Kang Haji bisa sedekat&seakrab itu. Sehat2 Kang Haji. Panjang umur. Sukses slalu. Berkah slalu.
I walk toward the third-floor apartment, the one with stairs that smell of fried food and damp. The bottle knocks against my thigh with every step. If this poison fires up properly, I can keep pace. Hell, I can overtake. I can lap them. I become faster than my own life.
It was louder now, stripping away the sobbing tone. It sounded cold. Analytical. Like me reading a textbook aloud to an empty room. "Rebecca," the voice said from the darkness. My stomach dropped. That was my old name.