Awr Story
Awr Story's Book(1)
DHOKONA SCHOOL
Modern DHOKONA SCHOOL
Description
DhoKona School tells the story of school children consisting of several male students named Dhot, Kona, Robi, and Peot at Dhokona School. The four of them have been close friends since they started school, but so far there has been no name for their group or gang. However, now the four men have agreed to name their gang the 4G Fourji Gang, who got the idea when the MOS committee was formed at school. Previously, Kona had an acquaintance with a woman he liked named Rohim who was also the younger sister of his best friend Robi. Kona even expressed her feelings for Rohim, but Rohim stated that he was still in the 3rd year of junior high school and couldn't date yet. Until the time comes, Rohim has graduated from junior high school and will go to school in the same place as Kona, namely Dhokona School. This was the moment he had been waiting for, and exactly 1 day before the MOS implementation at Dhokona School, Kona reminded Rohim of the words he had previously said. Kona initially called Rohim but was unsuccessful because the phone was on another call, but not long after, Kona's phone rang. Will Rohim accept Kona as his girlfriend, continue to follow the Dhokona School storyline. You might like
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Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university.
Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must’ve looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me.
On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person.
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My father’s coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce.
I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, “Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?”
My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. “Son, I know you’ve suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn’t have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it’s not enough!” 
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