𝓨𝓾𝓵𝓲 𝓣𝓻𝓲 𝓚𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓱

𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗,  𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒..  𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝, 𝙺𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚑..  𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚞..  𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚞, 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚞𝚙..  𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚙𝚔𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚑..  𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊.. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚞..  𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒..  𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚒???  𝚄𝚓𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝙹𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗

𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞 ?  𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒?  𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜,  𝙿𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐.  𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚒?  𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜,  𝙿𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔.  𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚒.  𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙿𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗.  𝙶𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞, 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚞, 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜.  𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗.  𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗.  𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢...

𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝.  𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊.  𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊.  𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊.  𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚊.  𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊.  𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗.  𝙸𝚢𝚊, 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛...  𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚞, 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝..  𝙱𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚠𝚊 "𝙰𝙺𝚄 𝙱𝙰𝙸𝙺 𝙱𝙰𝙸𝙺 𝚂𝙰𝙹𝙰" 𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊..  𝙽𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑.. 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚢𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒..  𝙽𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 "𝙰𝙺𝚄 𝚃𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝙴𝙱𝙰𝙸𝙺 𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙷𝙰𝚃"

𝙺𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝙷𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖.. 𝙺𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝙿𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚒..  𝙺𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚑..  𝙺𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚁𝚒𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚞..  𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑, 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊??  𝙻𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖..  𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊..  𝙷𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖, 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 🖤 𝙿𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚒, 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑🤍 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚑, 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖❤ 𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚒𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚞, 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚝...

𝚂𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗..  𝚂𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊..  𝚂𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚑..  𝚂𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊..  𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊??  𝙻𝚊𝚕𝚞.. 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑, 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊..  𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝙹𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐..  𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝙹𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 : 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚞, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚞.. 𝙱𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚢𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚊𝚝, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚞.  𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚋𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚕𝚞𝚔 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚢?...

𝚈𝚊 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚑..  𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚄 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑. 𝚂𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔.  𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞, 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖.  𝚂𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚞. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜.  𝚂𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞.  𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚞.  𝙻𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 : 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚞 𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚃𝚞𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚕𝚞𝚔 𝚢𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊 & 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚕𝚞𝚔 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚑 lainnya❤