I wanna go home.

Mama just called this morning. I thought it is the bertanya khabar thingy. Well, mama always do that. But it is not. It is not the bertanya khabar things. Mama doesnt even asked how am I doing here. It is about something else. It is about someone else. I cried to the news. I dont know what to do. I feel bad. I wanna go home.

I wanna go home.


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