My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMA-NARA: RIDICULOUS FIDGETS

As a result Nara came home wearing clothes, and pants belonging to Ayu tea, then a jacket owned by Rama. While her clothes were, she was wrapped in a crackle bag because it was wet.

Rama laughs to see Nara's hand drowning in her hoddie sweater, as well as her smaller size than Rama's sweater, making her look like a scarecrow.

"That you're funny" Nara still grinned to get out of the house.

Rama frowned in disbelief, "huh! A timing? So do you think the moustache keeps his hair full of gray hair that's funny?" rama asked with a smile.

Nara scowled, "ih! No, I mean his nature! Humorically," answered Nara, annoyed that he had pinched Rama's waist, instead of being angry, he laughed.

The afternoon air after the rain adds to the cold in the city. Reflexes, Nara tightens her seat in search of warmth.

"Cold huh?" ask Rama. Feeling that her sitting was too risky, the girl slightly retreated, "eh-sorry, sorry!" Nara lowered her head in shame docked his gaze, lest Rama judge her an odd girl.

Rama smiled his smile, he deliberately pulled Nara's hand and put it in the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, so that Nara's hand was wrapped in his jacket pocket. The attraction style that was not given the cue suddenly made Nara jerk forward until she was closer. Even the scent of Rama's body could be felt once it filled his kiss, this young man, scented!

There was a moment of silence between them, whereas previously these two people were joking with each other. Only the roar of the motor engine and the atmosphere of the street echoed loudly. Until their journey must end in front of the gate of Nara's house, as if he was diving into the minds of each Nara and Rama a little long realized if the two had arrived in front of the fence of the house.

Nara cleared her throat, immediately she pulled both hands from Rama's pocket," I washed the jacket first," said Nara down from the motorbike, he became misbehaved, what should he do first-get inside the yard area first or thank him first, ck!

"Don't, justin. Let the smell of your perfume smell, let me sleep around the jacket, I'll feel the smell of you again," he replied chuckling beginning to return to his dreadlocks.

Nara replied to him with a crisp laugh of chocolate cookies. By the way, since when does he want to laugh kamvrett with Rama?

"Because now we are not legal, not halal, so nothing perfume first. Next time it's the guy I've been to all day" he said.

"Oh pede, are we really going to be a soul mate?!" tanya Nara curled her lips haughtily.

"God, God will allow it!" forced answers.

"If you refuse me later, your house must be in the same demo as traders from the market," explained Rama threatening, just as this girl raised her eyebrows, "why?"

"They demo while carrying a banner, Same board! It-"

"Lower self-esteem! Erroneous-thank you Rama! He's a good boy, a rich guy he's one in a thousand in the world! " his style of speech is similar to the way mothers talk when again demo.

"That rich time? Not possible!" fierce to Rama, but the girl was already smiling amusedly.

Rama laughed, "yes, he's in! Before I change my mind to kidnap you, keep taking you to KUA!" threatened jokes.

"Uhhhh--fear!" nara laughed back, the girl turned her back towards the door of the house.

Beyond expectations, the girl waved her hand, "bye!"

Of course Rama did not waste a rare moment as rafflesia flowers. He returned the reply and he started the engine and left.

Nara opened the door with a smile that never faded despite the rain.

"Ekhem! Ohokk!" from behind the door, the older brother of the Berlin Wall was waiting as he folded his hands on his chest, looking at Nara full of analysis.

"Why, loe coughs bang? What's loe gatel's throat ?" ask Nara plain.

"Where was Rama from?" ask her as usual, but her eyes look! Similar to mom julid.

"Nara ate meatballs first to continue to rain, so it was shady first at Rama's house, nih! Aja wear clothes have her brother Rama," answered Nara showed the clothes she was wearing, then sat on the middle sofa where mom was sitting while watching.

"Eh, just got home," welcome mom.

"Yes, he was shady in the house of Rama" he replied a second time.

"Oh-hajj's plague?" ask him to make sure.

Nara nodded in agreement, "she said nitip greeting to mama equally papa."

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied papa.

"Papa became curious, same hajj. Sometimes deh papah nemuin abah haji all chat cooperation," said papa joined.

"Eh sweater who's wearing it?" tanya Akhsan narrowed her eyes.

"Ck, said to have Rama, Nara had said bluntness, so wear clothes have Rama's brother, well this swetter has Rama," explained Nara at length a little ngegas, so that this possessive Berlin Wall would no longer ask.

"No shame on people's clothes," she said.

"Wildamah! Who has it is sincere. Was ah! Nara went to the room first," the girl left the middle room for the room.

He closed the door and dropped his body on the bed, occasionally laughing himself like a madman considering the funny moments, "it's crazy time yes I'm so inget keep the guy nyebelin it!" his mumbling monologued, as if on the ceiling roof of his room at this time was the face of Rama, as big as his shadow in Nara's eyes. He who was still wearing a sweeter Rama then sipped his scent and hugged himself.

The girl was anxious herself and submerged her face into the pillow while suffocating stifledly, "ahhh! It's crazy!" her screams muffled by pillows.

Night began to show its existence, Nara had changed her clothes in pajamas, and now the girl was still sitting at her study table accompanied by a glow from the study lamp. With a bolpoint in the hand that he occasionally bites the tip to feel dizzy thinking about the answers to the questions recorded in the notebook.

Drtts..

Drtts...

The vibration of the phone feels until it vibrates the table. His eyes glanced lazily towards the mobile phone screen, looks the notification from Willy cs there, his mouth was lazy, he chose not to heed it.

The next vibration was a call, his eyebrows raised to see the name listed there, "Rama?"

Nara swiped the green button to the center.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" answered Nara.

"Are you praying?" ask from the end of the phone.

"Udah,"

"Well eat?" ask her again

"Udah,"

"I guess now you must be nyiumin my sweater," his shot made Nara's lips curl for the sake of smiling amusedly, he had even nibbled his ballpoint until it was dented.

"H geeer!" nara replied, even though her heart was cornered to justify Rama's words.

"Geer is only for people who believe in themselves excessively" he replied.

"Continue?" ask Nara.

"Yes now believe me to be overreacting," he answered making Nara laugh, he even shifted his chair and stood up, stepping towards the window to look at the night sky behind the bedroom window, he smiled when the night sky was not very beautiful.

"If it's bobo, would you like me to nina boboin?"

"I am a child!" nara replied sewot but was happy not to play.

"It's bobo, I'm singing!" rama's orders.

"Nara bobo oh-Nara Bobo otherwise bobo was bitten by Rama."

"But! How's Rama?"

"Yes, if it's a mosquito, the mosquito will bite you, I want it too!"

"Yes already. Malem. May I dream, don't dream."

"ha-ha-ha! Why would Abah?"

"Abah, you'll be angry, if I don't get angry!"

"Times?!" asked Nara in disbelief, a fighter like Rama must be a lot of his girlfriend.

"Mimpiin ah ah!" nara Goda.

"Yes, please, but don't mengeselo later ambu come to the house continue to getok you use centong!" rama's reply made Nara giggle.

"Yes there sleeping, I closed the phone, assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"

Hoammm! Suddenly drowsiness attacked him, after closing the call from Rama, Nara immediately crawled onto the bed, not forgetting to clean up her school equipment.

"Night of Rama" he closed his eyes.

🌟 In different places

Under the moonlight that was not very bright, just on a mat while sitting in the style of a bamboo tree house, the young men were hanging out while entertaining themselves.

"In a cold, dark silent night, I once floated on a love story too sweet to forget-" some children sang ria despite the sound of a can being hit just like an arbitrary, rhythmic tone.

"The ram! Here or don't dream of yourself while your own whiny will be considered crazy!" bring Bayu.

"You're not crazy, are you, Ram?" asked Ridwan who got up from his lying position touching Rama's forehead, making sure this young man was still healthy or had gone crazy.

"What does crazy have to do with body temperature?" rama asked to shake Ridwan's hand, Rama had not had time to go home, his clothes were just maaih wearing cocoa and a sieve.

"The father of MIPA 3 is crazy, but crazy as a girl!" said Gilang sneered.

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