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Sorry Rihanna, I did it first πŸ™„

My name is Rininta.

But since I was a baby, everyone is calling me Riri. My uncle gave me the name because he think Rininta is too long.

Indonesian could easily spells Riri and it sounds right. As for foreigner, the it changed into "WiWi" and I kinda not like it.

So here I tell me to call me Rininta.

Most people don't argue, but some are trying to made their own shorter version of my name.

"Can I call you Rini?"

Okay. Some people do that in Indonesia.

"Can I call you Rina?"

Hmm. That's new. It's actually my mother's name. Still interesting.

Annnnddddddd today!

"Can I call you Riri?"

"Wow, my name is actually Riri!" I got excited.

"What?" He said.

"I mean, my nickname is actually Riri. Everyone's in Indonesia call me that way"

"Riri as in RiRi Rihanna?"

Uh. Please. Not again.

"Yes. RiRi. Just like Rihanna" πŸ˜’ "But sawrryy. I did it first. Waaaay before Rihanna!" #sorrynotsorry

"HAHAHAHA. Okay. Later if I meet Rihanna, I'll make sure to tell her to pay royalty cause using your name"

#elaelaundermyumbrellaelaela




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