My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMADAN: THE FIRST STEP

This is Ramadan Restu Al Kahfi, the special person is unlikely to bring the usual things that the youth bring to Nara. Rama closed his eyes while leaning his head against the wall of the tree house, so he remembered when Nara often entered the school cafeteria, and the food he ordered was-an incandescent lamp came out and lit from Rama's head, he smiled widely, he immediately got down and put on the warrior shoes he often wore to travel, it is not good and expensive even impressed to be pitied because it is plastered brown plaster beside it. Ambu alone often angry because of it, even buy Rama some new pairs of shoes, but return is not a good problem or expensive, not a matter of new or not but its history, but the history, these shoes have accompanied Rama in conquering the colonies and power. Remember the word Bung Karno 'jasmerah ' (never forget history)

He drove a motorcycle through the streets of Bandung, directing the motorcycle to the usual place he served. His smile was like a carabikang cake seeing his mama still serving buyers. Parked the papatong hejo there while waiting for the line to decrease.

"Mangs! make 3 servings but wrapped into a rich one-special that wants to eat! Do not use plastic yes but use dus," the message a little screamed to make the mamang and other buyers turn their heads.

"Woy, Ram! Ready it! Who is special to you?" he knew Rama.

If anyone asks why almost every merchant knows Rama, then he can only answer if he is not the governor, he is not a hero, he is also not the son of the president. But because they know Ramadhan Restu Al Kahfi, the badung with a million absurd and caurnya behavior.

"Make a mother-to-be !!" he replied to the mamang, he then scrunched his forehead, "guava?"

"Not, but the mother of my son!" he continued, when the mamang chuckled, not only the mamang only turned out-but other buyers.

Not waiting long, after getting his order Rama immediately went to the house of the idol of the heart, where did he know? What the hell he does not know, even the house of every ant neighbor he will know if he knows his determination is strong to know, it is not difficult to know the house of Nara. Just follow him after school, and Voa-hh, he knows the address.

The house is big enough, but not as big as Abah's house. The house is minimalist style from the outside but quite large in it. Rama dyed and tidied his hair, he even evaporated the breath in the palm of the hand, the breath was still fragrant enough to talk to him, he smiled widely.

Friends the sound of news events and night animals, Nara and her family were gathered in the middle room. If Nara prefers to work on PR, then Akhsan is still loyal to struggling with his phone, especially if it is not an online game. While mamah and papah watch the news that according to Nara is quite boring because the case discussed is still struggling there.

Ting-tong!

"Bi, please open the door," asked the father to bi Asih, "nggeh sir."

Chequelek

Rama was quite surprised, his smile suddenly faded to see the figure who now opened the door, he frowned, why is Nara's face so wrinkled like this? Whitish hair on the cepol one in the back.

"Who's looking for den ?" tanyakanya.

"Is this really Narasheila Caramelia Yudhistira's house?" ask Rama to make sure.

"Oh! Find Neng Nara, I'll call you a minute!" the answer goes back inside.

Rama breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his chest, "fiuh Thank God he is not Nara !!"

Some time Rama waited, he guessed the next one out was not Nara. Learning from the usual experience if the girl is beautiful and introverted, at home she will be very caring from outsiders especially if her family loves her very much, then Rama thought-must prepare a scenario ammunition for his house person who will meet him after this, whether it be his father or his mother.

Bi Asih approached them in the middle room, "nuwun sewu sir, he said he wanted to meet Nara neng," the four looked up.

"Who's bi?" nara asked curiously, I don't think she has an appointment with anyone tonight.

"Ndidn't know, neng man !" as soon as bi Asih said the male gender, Akhsan in action, he immediately moved on and acted out of his online game for a moment. Akhsan is a possessive brother to Nara.

"Let your brother meet, you do PR,"

Akhsan stepped towards the front door, finding a young man in his trademark attire, "who's looking ekhemm ?" ask Akhsan.

"Assalamualaikum, a !" greet Rama politely, the first impression should be positive. He can see the figure of a young man with a haughty face similar to Nara, quite handsome but his heart laughs, his good looks are still below me.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, who is it ?" Akhsan frowned.

"Well there's a ?" rama asked smiling kindly like a nugget product sales.

"Some, but it's busy !" he answered short as if he wanted to make a memorial fortress for anyone who wanted to get close to his sister. Naturally he was overprotective his sister like Venus (an ancient Roman beauty goddess) so must be very guarded, thought Rama.

"Oh, it's okay, please just say this package, a!" he handed a black crackle towards Akhsan.

"What is this ?" his hand had not yet reached the package.

"It's A food, just tell me I'm Nara's nutritionist, thank you a, assalamualaikum." Without any intention of forcing, Rama passed and left. Still under the watchful eyes of Rama who was wearing a helmet and then turned on his noisy motorbike, the young man nodded briefly and left from the front of the residence Nara.

"Well, what's the kid?" akhsan muttered inside carrying a plastic package.

"Who's bang ?"mama's question represents Nara's question.

"Ga know, he's just saying this keeps going, he says he's Nara's nutritionist." Akhsan sat back down and kept the crackle beside Nara's book, he then chuckled, "He-he-he is weird !"

Creesek! Creesek! Nara opened the package, it was warm and gave off the smell of fish and peanut seasoning.

"Batagor !!" exclaim Nara astonishment, not dislike this one food, it is precisely this food that Nara often ordered at school.

"Huh, ko batagor ?!" tanya mama laughed.

"The nutritionist sent him batagor," said papah shook his head inexhaustibly, which nutritionist suggested batagor in his healthy menu.

"Wuih, good !" bang Akhsan directly plucked without asking permission from Nara.

"Ihhhh ! Don't know the shame people sent it to Nara also maen directly comot !" sewot Nara replied.

Rama smiled and thought along the way, his brain began to twist hard using a stone, not an easy path to get close to Nara other than having to keep the girl away from the poisons, this is the next challenge, the Nara family.

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