(π˜‹π˜π˜šπ˜‰π˜ˆπ˜•π˜‹) WISMA ROESJAD.
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(INDONESIA.) Sabda dipertuan, syariat dipermulia, belenggu dipertakhta. Darah dimaklumatkan nirmala, peri insan diluruhkan @WismaRoesjad: laknat dimasyhurkan selaku anugerah yang tiada tersangkal, @RoesjadBot * @RoesjadSFSBot. 🩸
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Habis belanja jajanan untuk saudara saudari dirumah. Niatnya sih liat liat doang ya~ tapi kok habis satu kantong buat krucils doang, tekor bandar.
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Seroja! Apa kabar kalian hari ini? Aku berharap semoga kalian mendapatkan banyak rahmat ya. Hari ini aku dan Myra menyempatkan diri untuk berkeliling tipis di sekitar rumah. Ayo! Tebak dia beli apa aja? πŸ˜†
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The golden glow of the skylight brought a warm atmosphere into a small room of the two best friends' cheap apartment somewhere in the bustling city. They were looking by the window, admiring when the sun gradually fell into the end of the land.

The not-so-romantic event wasn't planned, they were preparing for dinner until the sky decided to be a little bit flirtatious. Altefiore's Juhoon stopped his preparation and took steps to the window area. He sat there peacefully while his face reflected the orange hue of the sunset, stunning every eye that captured the moment. Roesjad's Kyungmin immediately grabbed something from the table nearby; *snap!* the sound of the camera's clicking catches the attention of the other boy.

β€œWhy are you smiling like an idiot?” β€œThe picture I just took is beautiful.” β€œMe?” β€œThe sunset.”
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There is a beautiful gravity to the way the sun retreats, leaving us with the glow of low-hanging lanterns and the steam rising from twin bowls of ramen. The day’s frantic pace dissolves into the rich, savory depth of a broth shared across a wooden tableβ€”a late-night communion that tastes like comfort and feels like home. Beside usβ€”Roselain’s Juhoon and Roesjad’s Martin, a bouquet of orchids and anthuriums rest in their paper cradle, their muted pinks looking like a sunset we caught. In the blur of the evening, we are just two silhouettes etched against the brick and the shadows and nightfall isn’t an ending here. 🍜 πŸŒƒ
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Nggak sengaja nemu arsip lama waktu gigi depanku diculik peri gigi pas lagi nyantai tadi, Serojaku lagi ngapain sekarang?
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