back off Yuyun Yeah?

I used to wonder who the fuck is Nur Idayu Radzi?

Sending BBMs to my man.
Lying there in your worn-out cartoon pyjamas like some desperate soul begging for attention.

Pathetic. Lucky for you it wasn’t some lacy, seductive lingerie…
or I might’ve had to show you what real wrath feels like.

Still, even in your childish sleepwear, you looked disgusting.
A grown woman wearing cheap cartoon prints? How tragic.

No class. No pride. Just a hollow body trying to stir what she’ll never possess.

But karma... oh, karma has a twisted sense of humour.

I saw it. On your WeChat.

Your boyfriend cheated. Slept with someone else.

You cried, didn’t you?

Good.

You deserved every bit of that betrayal.

Tuhan tu Maha Adil. I didn’t even have to lift a finger—He handled it for me.

So Yuyun, and the rest of your petty little geng... stay the hell away.

We are not the same.

You think you're clever? Classy?

Bitch, please.

Try learning how to act like a woman with dignity before trying to dance in my league.

You want to see a two-faced snake in action? Watch this.

At first, she plays the innocent, asking Tasha if she’s okay, pretending to care.

Fast forward three years.... guess who’s spreading her legs again?

You’re not slick, you’re just sad.

And Nasrul?

I know he’s just playing her.

She’s a toy.

A phase.

Not a threat.

I stay calm because I know my worth.

I laugh while you try to mimic my every move. Copycat. Psycho.

She adds every single account I own. Watching me.

Creeping.

Like a ghost that doesn’t know she’s already dead to me.

I never blocked any of you from being friends.

Not because I’m kind.

But because I want you to keep watching.

I want you to see the difference.

And it haunts you.

You call that love?

Begging someone’s man for a relationship?

You reek of desperation.

JIJIK.

And don’t think I didn’t see you accidentally liking my public post.

Curious, weren’t you?

You couldn’t resist looking.

You couldn’t stop thinking about me.

I opened your profile.

I saw it all.

And suddenly, I understood.

You're obsessed.

Maybe with Nasrul.

Maybe with me.

Take him.

There’s a line of men waiting for me anyway.

He was never your prize. He was just your punishment.

Oh No! copying Kakyan’s post like it’s yours?

You really thought no one would notice?

No originality. No soul. Just another empty shell wearing someone else’s words.

YUCK!!!

YECK!!!!

Rot in your delusions, darling.

I’m not done.

Not yet.

Watch out bij.....

🖤

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