Winning Strategy in competision

One day Eli confided that his group registration was not accepted for a reason that Indah was known. In fact, the author hopes that the Valerus will appear, to fight with people, if you win a rusty dagger that has been stuck in the heart of the author for a year will be pulled out, on the other hand if you lose another rusty knife will be stuck, the risk is indeed but the risk is proportional to the reward.

My brain is spinning looking for a smart solution. Finally got it. The author's thoughts drifted to Nur, a baby-faced girl, cute, and her body is ready, molig, seductive.

The author visited him. When he got there, the writer meant to invite him, without explaining, that he was an important part of the writer's strategy to be executed. He agreed, changed clothes. She wears clothes that are above the knee, her clothes are a translucent green. For a moment I stared at his chest, which had just grown two hills.

Long story short, we got there hanging, the secretary of the coincidence committee was in a meeting.

I asked "Punten Kang Akang committee?"

"Muhun sir!"

"Saha nami bro"

"Doni!" the answer is short.

The author presents the problems the author faces. Djoni nodded occasionally glancing at Nur with a full smile.

"So I ask for help Brother. Are you making a lot of noise?" The author said ending the conversation continued by grazing it.

"Yes brother. My thoughts are too noisy!" Nur said to strengthen the writer, just like in command.

finally he got up into the middle of the meeting, grabbed the microphone and said "Here you go brethren" he said in a booming voice. nothing compared to his emaciated voice.

"We had great success with registered groups. Now there is one Rw which has two groups and signed up. Now this is a problem, because it is against the rules. This is a problem! But not a problem if we think wisely" he thought for a moment and waited for a reaction.

"According to Djoni, the second group should be accepted if it has not exceeded the total quota," he continued.

"has not reached the quota" said the secretary

The secretary was suddenly busy, counting the number of registrants half of my strategy was running.

How are you fighting?"

Si Eneng, after finishing the practice, squeaked bari kukulutus. Heavy. As a result of all that, Mamah gave an ultimatum. I feel treated unfairly by both parties, mother and child.

Because at that time in the early days he joined, the writer took him but was blocked by Mamah. "Cep Ujang the Enengah, don't think about it too much, he can drive a car, let alone use a motorbike," said Si Mamah.

Finally "Not yet reached the quota" said the secretary. Finally group B was accepted. "Mang Ujang is resisted"

After that, I visited Eneng's house, and was greeted by Mamah's curt voice.

"You guys keep fighting. Mamah gets dizzy. From now on all doors are closed for Ujang," said Mamah the Eneng. I was taken aback.

"How can I fight!"

Si Eneng, after finishing the practice, squeaked bari kukulutus. Heavy. As a result of all that, Mamah gave an ultimatum. I feel treated unfairly by both parties, mother and child.

Because at that time in the early days he joined, the writer took him but was prevented by Mamah. "Cep Ujang the Enengah, don't think about it too much, he can drive a car, let alone use a motorbike," said Si Mamah.

In the end I canceled to pick him up feeling very disappointed. Still in a state of disappointment I remembered the other members It was Ella. The sweet black girl. Instead of going home empty handed, I picked her up, Ella, who left for practice first. Maybe that's the cure.

I tried to think back and forth. Still, the behavior of the mother and child was unfair and unjust.

Because every Eneng has a motorcycle clock, I don't mind it. Even though I know she goes to men to be a partying partner.

Finally I said in a loud voice "If the door is closed I will go through the window, if the window is closed I will go through. The people are closed, I will break the door with a crowbar" said the writer with anger and a heart full of disappointment. While continuing to say goodbye without waiting for Mamah's reaction.

One day, Si Eneng came from Jalan Antapani. She is a beautiful girl, eleven twelve with Si Eneng. Especially her beautiful ass. He needs a motorbike for some reason. I gave it. An hour passed but Eneng Antapani still hasn't appeared and finally can't wait any longer I'm afraid he's stuck on the road.

I walked along the side of the road along the Gatot Subroto road leading to the intersection of five. Just until I was killed, he appeared. Direct handover of the motor.

Finally the motorbike drove towards the writer's house, in the middle of the road suddenly a car overtook my motorbike. I brake suddenly. Si Eneng jerked into my back, I standardized the motor, meaning to reprimand the reckless.

Suddenly a pale face appeared, on both his eyelids there were black circles, his eyes looked sunken, it was Eneng what had happened. For a moment he lowered his gaze. This is abnormal, completely abnormal.

If under normal circumstances I was carrying another woman, she would look at me with fiery eyes and a jealous mouth. This is really surprising.

"Neng come in" he said wearily, barely audible. "What the hell are you doing!" Eneng Antapani refused. The driver of the akhtret, straightened the car, so that my motorbike could pass it.

The car followed my motorbike to my yard and stopped. Si Eneng Antapani got off the ride and climbed into the back of the car. The door is already open.