Hai cercato la traduzione di aku mau bunuh kamu da Indonesiano a Inglese

aku mau kamu
i want you

apa arti aku mau kamu
apa arti i want you

aku mau
aku mau

aku mau dong
berapa harganya

aku mau dong minta foto dari kamu
sorry my face is ugly

aku mau berenang
i want to go.

aku mau makan dulu
you

aku mau lagi...hahaha
it hurts!! what do i do?

aku mau jilat memekmu
i want to lick your

aku mau cari istri yg baik
great, i'm feeling so sexy and horny now. so what are you wearing? : i'm wearing my sexy top and my lingerie

aku mau minta pendapat darimu
i want to ask you for your opinion.

semoga allah tau apa yang aku mau
tuhan tolong sadarkan aku

aku mau pulang ke rumah teman saya
saya jatuh cinta pada mu

aku mau adop salah satu dari mereka boleh
terjemahan bahasa indnesia ke bahasa inggris

iya aku mau,itu membuat saya sangat bahagia
iya aku mau,itu membuat saya sangat bahagia

aku mau tidur dulu ya karena sudah larut malam disini
i want to go to bed first because it's late here

ok terimakasih sayang , aku mau mandi dulu nanti lagi ya
fashion blues jill carmer was the first student to walk through the classroom door. “good morning, my flower,” mr. el said as he finished writing the morning assignments on the board for his fourth graders. he was especially fond of jill. she had a lot of qualities, mr. el’s favorite being that she always laughed at all his jokes. “mr. el, i like your blue jeans. you look cool!” jill said as she took her seat. before mr. el could acknowledge the compliment, tommy and alex howard, the twins, walked in. “cool jeans, mr. el,” alex announced. soon the rest of the class was streaming in, and a chorus of similar comments could be heard. “thank you, thank you,” mr. el said to the class. “i'm glad you guys like my new jeans. i wear levi’s jeans almost every day and this is the first time anybody has even noticed.” angela williams, the self-appointed fashion expert of the class, raised her hand and spoke without waiting to be called on. “that’s because all the other jeans you wear are brown, black, green, tan, or gray.” david tyler waved both hands furiously until the teacher pointed at him. “you see, mr. el, you’re wearing blue jeans, just like a real person.” “thank you, david” mr. el responded and then addressed the entire class. “does it really matter what color denim jeans are? think about it and we’ll discuss the matter later.” mr. el took the roll call quickly and was pleased to find that no one was absent. this was that annoying day of the week when he had to get his kids to their gym class first thing in the morning. the class walked down the long hallway to the gym with mr. el at the end of the line. he opened the door to the faculty room as he watched the last child in line disappear into the gym. miss joan was the only person in the room. “mr. el, what kind of field trip are you taking?” she asked. “what field trip?” “you’re wearing jeans. isn’t that a little unusual?” “i wear jeans all the time. these just happen to be blue.” at that moment, mr kay, the principal, walked into the room. he glanced at mr. el who was still standing by the door. “hmmm,” he said as he walked over to the refrigerator that stood in the far corner of the room. he placed his brown paper lunch bag into it and walked back toward the door. “how are you people this morning?” he asked, and walked out before anyone could reply. “those are very nice jeans,” miss joan continued, “but aren’t they a little, shall we say, undignified for a professional position?” before mr. el could respond, she added, “not that i mean to suggest that you ever are dignified.” mr. el smiled. he would have been disappointed if miss joan had not made the latter remark. “how come you haven’t made any comments all the other times i wore different color jeans?” “i hadn’t noticed. besides, they weren’t blue jeans.” “they were the same brand, the same style, the same material. no one noticed, no one cared.” miss joan sighed, “i get the feeling you’re trying to make some profound point.” mr. el sat down at the long table that practically went from one end of the room to the other. “my point,” he said, “ is that humans are a strange species. they tend to put a lot of importance on unimportant differences.” miss joan smiled. “that’s true,” she replied. “but there are times when you have to pretend to be a human if you want to live successfully among them.”google translete

apa kau mau membunuh saya juga seperti kau membunuh orang mesir itu kemarin?
wilt thou kill me, as thou diddest the egyptian yesterday?

aku akan marah dan membunuh kamu dalam perang, sehingga istri-istrimu menjadi janda, dan anak-anakmu menjadi yatim
and my wrath shall wax hot, and i will kill you with the sword; and your wives shall be widows, and your children fatherless.