Let Me Beat Him
That bastard coming approached me. He looks different from the last time I saw him. The man didn't have long messy hair anymore. His face looks very mature and his appearance is neat with his expensive and charming suit. One thing that hasn't changed about him is the expression on his face. Especially his surprised expression when he saw me here. Yes, the look in his eye is still the same as the last time. He looks at me like staring at the face of a ghost which came suddenly without any sign. Of course, ever since I met him at the cafe with another woman, I chose to avoid him. I don't want to see him again. Not because I was afraid of him, but because I didn't want to remember that pain anymore. I don't deny that one of the reasons I went to Jakarta was to avoid him. If I apply for a job
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