My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMA-NARA: EVERYWHERE THERE IS RAMA

Dem ! Dem ! Dem ! Dem !

The sound of music is so deafening. Another four of Nara's friends who joined swaying and exclaiming, Nara actually closed both ears, unusual with something noisy, crowded also wild.

They laughed at the whiny as if this was something so exciting, the paradise of the world.

"The corner of Will!" point Inggrid at an empty table.

"Okay, ladiest! Placein first, I'm the same Gibran pesen drink first, want what?" ask her back.

"Cocktail by Will!" answer Dea.

"Gue is the same!" exclamation Inggrid.

"OK, Ra?" nara's turn is still rich chicken be go. Nara was confused, because he never came to a place like this, he felt to be the most bo doh person here.

"Ra, what do you want to pesen ?" inggrid asked, repeating Willy's question.

"Softdrink only," in short. Initially it occurred to think of ginger, or ginger milk but it is not possible also in a place like this there is a drink soan, which there he was betrothed.

"Down yuu ! the song is delicious!" take Inggrid to Dea.

"How's nara?" ask Dea.

"Gue wait here!" the hatch quickly snatched.

"Oh okay! Let's go to the dance floor first, Ra, drop the bag!" Ingrid with Dea joined other visitors on the dance floor there, it was clear they were so happy with the music and beat the rhythm. Less tasteful lighting makes the eyes of fireflies.

Willy returns with Gibran, followed by a waiter carrying their order.

"Where is Inggrid with Dea?" ask Gibran.

Nara did not answer, she just pointed with her hand.

"Oh, you don't come down Ra? Want to come down, won't you?" Gibran offered, his hand reached into the pocket of his pants and took out a pack of cigarettes, Nara know many high school children now who smoke, but unexpectedly behind the face of the house like them there is an inherent delinquency. Or he's just the village.

"Loe come down, let my Nara go!" answer Willy.

"Okay, I understand !" Gibran and Willy bertos ria.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol was strong in Nara's smell, making the girl uncomfortable to stay inside for a long time, she wanted to go home...

"Ra, haven't been to a gini-rich place huh ?!" willy finally spoke up. He took Gibran's cigarette and he brought it to life, sipping it as if it were the wisest thing in the world.

"Never," Nara shook her head briefly, then cleared her throat to ward off the increasingly uncomfortable feeling in the throat and nose.

"Not like ?" ask Willy, does Nara have to answer the question? In fact, he was almost out of breath and asked.

"Ngga, too rame!"

Willy just smiled, probably assuming the girl in front of him was joking. Yes, Rame is also called a discotheque, which is deserted mah graveyard!

One cigarette is almost finished Willy, and Nara has almost fainted here.

"Are you with the others?" he reached out his hand to take Nara for a jog, but the girl shook her head, "gue doesn't like it. Loe if you want to jog, just jog." Nara's gaze was straight towards Dea, Ingrid, Gibran without realizing from the corner of the night club there was a pair of eyes watching.

"Cocktail abis boss, jack,"

"Yes Jack," said Rifal.

💐 **Home Nara**

The noise of the exhaust so filled one block. From the end of the complex to the other end can hear the sound of this motor exhaust, *it should be a motor in the flea! Annoy people*!

The motorbike stopped in front of Nara's house, the rider went down and hit the doorbell. Back, already 2 times he came here and 2 times also who met him home assistant.

"Assynolayam !"

"Wa'alaikumsalam !" answer bi Asih opens the door.

"Eh there's aden again." Looks like Rama's face has been recorded the aunt's brain.

"Yes bi, Nara is there a bi ?" ask Rama.

"There is no den" replied bi Asih.

"Where's bi ?" Rama frowned, pretending not to know in front of bi Asih. It turns out that it was true that Gilang said this afternoon, if Nara was really invited into the world of Willy cs.

"Lacking to know me, it went with his complex friends, took a car."

"Tell Gilang," Rama turned his brain, then his gaze sharpened and he was in a hurry.

"Oh, if that's what I'm sorry bi, please make this deh bi, if Nara has come home ! Thanks bi, assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"

Rama immediately ran out of Nara's yard and gas-tipped, recalling Gilang's remarks at school. Likewise, a series of night club names are likely to be visited by Willy cs according to Rifal, the other wayward friend in MIPA 3. Rifals often wara-wiri places like that for the sake of working part-time. Incidentally, just thought the man that night called.

"*Nara here Ram, southbang*---"

Rama drove his motorcycle to a row of night clubs in Bandung. It is not Rama's name if he does not know the place in this city, his neighbor's house is tenacious even though he knows.

Many times Nara glanced at the clock on her wrist, the clock hand increasingly shifted to the right, "astaga! It's 11 o'clock, mommy and papa must be angry! Especially brother," he murmured.

Nara let go of her breath, plus the bad air here, she chose to walk out of the room to get some fresh air. Looks like Nara's lungs are full of garbage and toxic. His steps carried Nara out the door, he inhaled a deep breath and took it out, although it still contained vehicle pollution, at least this was an open room.

"Yahoo !"

The girl stretched her muscles, her eyes staring fiercely at the sky and the streets.

Several times the girl yawned, naturally, this was already past her bedtime.

The girl looked around, looking for public transportation, but let alone public transportation, the protrusion was absent.

"God, how am I going home?" he clucked.

Nara glanced to her right side, her eyes narrowed as well as her eyebrows swooping in order to sharpen her gaze, someone was sitting sweetly on her motorbike and chuckled at Nara.

"Rama?" muttered Nara walked over.

"Udah is getting naughty! Why are you here at this hour ?" her question smiled slanted.

"Why are you here at this hour ?" Nara asked back as her eyes were pounded on the watch.

"Yeeee! Asked instead behind his name, I 'ga deliberately passing by and see unfortunately I am here," he replied in detail, making Nara turn her eyeballs carelessly.

"Udah malem, the girl said that wandering malem-malem! What girl, let's go home, I'm anther ?!" ask him to pat his motorcycle seat.

Nara thaws, is she? Rama's motorcycle ride? Pocong has changed his costume to cosplay kakashi! "engga! I'm looking for an angkot," he refused.

"He-he-he, you will not find angkot here, because this place is not an angkot route," he replied.

Nara who was not sure dyed to make sure.

"So don't you want to come ?!" prepare to start the motor engine. But Nara didn't budge, the girl thought too much.

Rama started to stater his motorbike, "yes already if you don't want, I stay huh ? Be prepared a lot of bad men plus nagging brother with your parents!" Rama has been rumbling about his motor.

"Where are you? To my house ?" rama asked, flirting with a wide grin.

"Say I want to do it !" ketus Nara felt played.

"For help is the way, don't want ahh !" rama folded his hands on his chest.

"Go now!" Rama drove a few inches on his motorcycle. Nara was panicking.

"Ihhh !" he kept it up again, while stomping his feet and manyuning. Rama chuckled so satisfied, had managed to tear down the selfish attitude nan Jutek Nara.

"Ramadan, I'd like to ask you to anterin me to dong's house !" nara said made as sweet as possible.

Rama had his lips covered in laughter, "cock of Ramadan?" his brows were made to wrinkle, his index finger was already tapping on his chin.

"I just call him baby, when you call him names ?!" continued.

Nara was already throbbing annoyed, this young man managed to tease her all out, "fucking alan!" hiss Nara slowly.

"Don't sa-yang, ticklish!" reject Nara.

"Yaaa udahh !" he shakes his shoulders and moves his bike a few feet.

"Yes dear !!!!!! Help me dong !" peekuk Nara panicked, the girl put aside her embarrassment in order to be delivered home.

The young man backed away, "what's not horrifying ?" ask her.

"*That's really nice this guy ! Go loe to hell* !" nara cursed him.

Nara cleared her throat and took a deep breath, "honey, anterin I came home dong yang," she said, already anxious to hold back the emotions with a forced smile.

He smiled, "it's up!"

Nara then climbed into the back seat of Rama, but still the young man was silent in place.

"Yes, it's a road hunt! How is diem?!" nara's orders.

Rama cleared his throat with a glint of his eyes towards his abdomen, as the code on Nara to hold his waist.

Inevitably Nara complied despite her doubts. The girl slightly menjiwir end of the stitching of Rama's jacket like kejiji'an.

"Udah!" ketus.

The motorbike also drove through the night streets of Bandung.

"Toward is now rame !" the screams were disguised by the night wind.

Really Nara did not want to hear his chatter, "yes" he replied briefly.

"That's an Asian-African conference museum !" point out, along the way he showed the place where the iconic in Bandung like a tour guide.

"Well this one," he points to Nara's reflection in the small rear-view mirror of his motorbike which is just next door.

"My soul mate" he continued.

Nara rolled her eyes really annoyed, if not because she who wanted to go home did not want him to be like this again!

The motor finally arrived at Nara's house. The girl quickly came down, did not want to linger on the bike with Rama, to be honest this young man was fragrant, but Nara seemed allergic to him.

"Thank you" said Nara.

"Yes, come in ! Already malem. Afraid that there are ghosts" he replied.

"I'm not afraid, there's no history of humans dying as ghosts !" Nara Sewot.

"It's not afraid of being killed, but I'm afraid the ghost is following you, and I have to fight with the ghost of you," he mengkombal dimeh.

"But !" Nara snorted while pursing her lips.

"Yes, I'm home! I'll see you tomorrow. Assalamu'alaikum," he passed.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Nara entered and closed the gate.

Nara opened the door, how surprised she was when she opened the door, someone was folding both hands on her chest with the gaze of her eagle.

"Where are you ?! It's half an eleven o'clock more ! Who is she ?" ask Akhsan.

"Streetings. He's my friend,"

"The nutritionist guy? How dare he bring girls without permission," he bursts who follow Nara to the shoe rack.

"Yes, it is precisely he who nolongin Nara, if there is no him.ngga know deh Nara come home at what time !" answer Nara.

"Udah nanya'nya? Nara was sleepy," replied the girl leaving behind this possessive brother of hers.

"You ain't nothing, are you ?"

"Repo!" nara sarcasm.

"Ehhh, your friend came to the house but you're gone. He's nitip it !" point it at a plate of batagor on the dining table.

Nara nodded "*Oh, it turns out Rama was deliberately nyusulin me. But how did she know I was at night club*," the girl asked inwardly.

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