My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMA-NARA: WANT TO GO TO OFFICE
Nara was laying down her body that felt tired, she intended to change clothes that already smell of cigarette smoke and her laknut friends. The sleepy eyes suddenly refreshed thanks to the batagor sent by Rama, he came back down after changing clothes into pajamas.
"Currently, it's been stolen!" decaknya, it is definitely the Berlin wall that eats. After feeling his stomach full, now drowsiness was back hit. He went to the bathroom and went upstairs to get ready for bed, ready the energy for tomorrow, Yep! He had to go to the market to do group work. So sleepy, Nara forgot to tell the four complex children who were still at the club that night.
He pulled a warm blanket to bandage his body and he slept.
"Ck! Attack oyyy!"
already like a crazy person who talks to himself, this young man monologues with his cell phone in the middle of the night, clockwork points to the number 1 in the morning. Because tomorrow is Sunday, plus he who is used to staying up, tonight he is still awake with his girlfriend, mobile phone.
His fingers pressed the pause button when he heard the sound of car engines around the house, curious - he put a pillow and got off the mattress, revealed the room curtain a few inches to know the outside, he said, it could be a thief or someone with bad intentions.
His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of a car with a flaming engine stopping right in front of his house, he squinted his eyes to sharpen, a moment later a slanted smile printed.
"Ngga is done with the kids," he laughed wryly as he shook his head.
There was a chatter from there, from the four children who had gone with his sister, Akhsan did not know with their gurgaat they were like the thief again nyatronin target house.
"Gue guess, you're all at clubing?! Still a child has learned naughty, where to bring my adek again," murmured Akhsan, he then closed the curtain back and crawled back to the top of the mattress.
"Goodoo you to the night club ?" shoot Akhsan without further ado, but the intimidating attack made Nara choke on the fried rice she was eating, "uhuk-uhuk!"
*Where is Akhsan tau*?
"What?! "asked papah to be surprised.
"Is that Nara ?!" ask papah with a tone that has been raised.
Of course the girl said, "What, who said ?! He likes slander!" Nara swooped her eyebrows briefly with her eyes being patterned but her speech squeaked. He lowered his head not daring to see anyone, just staring at his fried rice nyalang while continuing to stir, dizzy-dizziness deh rice!
"Don't lie! So, now that Papah's Nara has also dared to lie ?" ask her again. Obviously the house people can know, because this girl is not good at lying. Gelagat Nara who makes papah so suspicious.
"Nara dear, honestly it's okay," said mamah reassured Nara by rubbing Nara's shoulders who looked down scared.
Nara ventured to look up and looked at them one by one, "yes," her great-granddaughter hesitantly.
"Astagfirullah---- what are you doing to such a place as Nara?" tanya papah put her spoon on the plate.
"Wait for the reward don't get angry..Nara was forced to reward, same complex management, would refuse to tap it not tasty," he replied.
"Alas can't be alesan, say I want to try !" retali Akhsan stared cynically.
The girl was now silent, not daring to speak up again, because after all it was her fault.
"Do you know where Akhsan came from?" tanya papah now looked at Akhsan.
"Semalem Akhsan looked at the complex children's car here that had previously taken Nara to stop in front of the house and continued to wander richly, Akhsan guessed they nyariin Nara. Papah believe it? AT ONE IN THE MORNING!! They had just returned home, "obviously bang Akhsan stared intently at me during her last sentence.
"But Nara--" had not yet finished her words, Akhsan cut her back.
"But Nara came home at tenth pah, there was his nyusulin, his style was rich heck of a thug but his behavior--" he glanced at his sister.
"*Yes not bad*! It's worth a thumbs up !" the sloping smile that was displayed bang Akhsan impressed praising Rama's actions.
"Who?" tanya papah frowned.
"That's a reward, which often sends Nara batagor!" akhsan's nod was short.
"Oh the nutritionist," guess the papah exclaimed as he pointed at Akhsan.
Bang Akhsan nodded confidently.
"His name--" has not Nara answered back someone cut her speech.
"There are guests" bi Asih approached the dining table.
"Who's bi ?" fourthly watched.
"Said to meet father, mother, the same den Akhsan." Reply bi Asih, "excuse me," this middle-aged woman passed towards the kitchen.
WHO'S WHO? The fourth big question arises above the jidat. Papa, mama and Akhsan got up from her seat and stepped towards the front door. The curious Nara turned her head from behind the wall.
How astonished the girl was when she found the guest referred to bi Asih, "astaga !" until he shut his mouth.
"Rama."
"Assalamu'alaikum," Rama's reverent salim to both Nara's parents and Akhsan, the three of them knitted their eyebrows together in a sign of confusion.
"Wa'alaikumsalam."
"Lu temennya Nara right, who often send batagor ?" akhsan asked, the young man nodded politely while smiling, "yes a."
"Wait..wait! This is Nawir's haji son, right?" guess mama remembered.
Rama nodded politely, "Yes ma'am."
"Haji Nawir who's mah ?" tanya papah looked over with her eyebrows.
"That's loh pah, a meat supplier who mamah told the other day, who mamah usulin to papah to become our resto supplier! Selling it honestly, it's super quality meat!" mama smiled so enthusiastically.
"Oh," papa berohria.
Akhsan examined Rama from head to toe, flower-motivated shirts like beach children, trousers and shoes with jacket folds on his arms. Sort it, but neat.
"My name is Ramadhan. For now, I'm a classmate of Narasheila's, don't know if it's late afternoon, just ask for a blessing. Who knows, he could rise to office" he said, pede abis, semudahnnnn! But it makes them laugh.
"Good job in the company's mind, want to go up so what?" Akhsan chuckled softly.
"So a close friend can, so the driver can, so the confiding party can too!" kelakar Rama's.
"If you want to rise to office, must be respected first, can win chess 3 rounds from om," he lapsed papa Nara.
"Or mabar online with me, if you can! Just-can be the deket temen of the boncel," said Akhsan.
"God willing if chess is the same online game can be, yes even though not a jago-jago very!" answer Rama.
"*Sih ! Very easy, she is familiar with mama-papa. Moreover, my brothers, my friends, it is difficult to take the heart of the Berlin wall*," murmured Nara nyinyir nan julid behind the wall.
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