I'm Crying at the grave

Chirping sound of birds began to wake in the morning cold Khairul on Sundays. After washing his face with cool water and then he makes a cup of hot coffee to accompany him to read a daily morning edition of the week. As usual he is always looking for some work in a job field. Khairul called Irul familiar has no steady job, he was only a minor writer for the daily morning. When he has or makes a good writing that he will send it to the Daily editorial that morning and get wages according to his work.On the night of the week sometimes Irul visiting ...



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