MYS 106
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Appointed day. Early Sunday morning.
"Why do you call Sunday Sunday?" I asked. While waiting for Khansa's father's car to pick him up.
The front of the Shared Dormitory was still quiet because it was still half-past five in the morning. After the morning prayer, we are ready. Meanwhile, Mei is still sleeping in her room and may still be sleeping in a sweet dream that makes a lake of drool as hard as the eye can see.
"Why do you have to ask that, Anggi?" Khansa turned to look at me with a questioning look.
The eyes I should have made for him. Not the other way around. Khansa is an expert in twisting the facts into something positive.
