My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMA-NARA: PEAK 3

"Well, that's Rama! If he's really going for a walk, don't take my head!" said Andy.

"Param's wealth isn't rich!" sela Tasya's.

"I'm suspicious of ya--" Rio said.

"Surprisingly what's nyet?"

"Suspected that Rama-again sleeps in the barn!"

"Ha-ha-ha saravv!"

"Is it possible he's at the mintain please again the same Mr. Marwan?" nara looked at her friends one by one.

"Try tanya!" tymphal Vina's.

"Okay, let me ask you!" Tama rushed over, but just wanted to catch up, Mr. Marwan came out of the other room,

"Kids, no one's crawling! Make each class try to be coordinated and recorded by his friends,"

Tama immediately approached Mr. Marwan and asked about Rama. But they can see from the teacher's speech gesture, that Mr. Marwan does not know where Rama is.

It has been a few hours Rama lost but he has not been seen even adzan maghrib was reverberating.

"Now you will not be able to pray magrib Wan!" nara said worriedly.

Vina embraced Nara from the side and rubbed her gently, "calm down first Ra, let's just find it!" a short nod Gilang, because Rama is a young man who according to Gilang tough, if he had arrived all this time it means there is a serious problem.

Today God seems to bestow his blessings in the form of rain, even after the rain has not subsided.

"It hasn't subsided yet" Nara exited the Villa and turned her head to see how intense the rainfall was.

The day was getting darker and the air was getting colder, he rubbed his arms behind his thick jacket.

While Nara was daydreaming, suddenly Kirana's speech during morning jogging just crossed her mind, she said,

"Be careful, Inggrid and his friends are reckless. They're not as good as you think they are,"

Nara held onto her chest, worry and fear were now attacking the nerves of the girl's heart.

"What---" he muttered looking far ahead, recalling the day that Willy and Rama had a fight in class.

"Awas lo Ram,"

Out of curiosity, Nara finally ventured into the villa next door, where her complex friends spent the night, just to make sure her bad thoughts were wrong.

Nara ran through the rain with her furrowed brows to drive away the rainwater with the hand she held the umbrella over her head, but Nara's steps slowed down, "what's the reason I went there? If it turns out they are there how, why not Rama how? Shame me!" mummified Nara.

The net was pounded on the grass that covered the front yard of the villa, "ah! How about it!"

Nara was slightly on her tiptoes avoiding the muddy streets. From the outside, there were other students.

"Sorry wants nanya, anyone see Inggrid same Dea ngga?" ask Nara to them.

They turned to Nara, the girl was a little bored, "oh inggrid the same Dea in her room kalee, her room on the 2nd floor!" show it's origin on Nara.

He stepped one by one stairs until arriving in several rooms. Nara extended her neck to each room, occasionally knocking and asking.

"Ingrid's room is with Dea in the corner!"

"Oh okay, thanks!" answer Nara.

Wh-tok-tok!

"Start!"

The door of the room opened presenting the appearance of the girl with a clay mask on her nose.

"Bebs, tumben you here? Come in!" Nara entered despite the hesitation, the girl spread a sweeping look throughout the room exploring each inch, where Ingrid was lying face down while listening to the song.

"Hay Ing, I'm just in the next villa!" exclaimed Nara sitting on the edge of the bed, putting on a smiling look.

"Oh kirain, it's already here! We're mascaras again, don't you want to follow?" asked Dea who put a mask on her face with another classmate girl. Nara shook her head, "just want to suck on her mask if you want to shake!" reason Nara.

"Gib..ran?" Inggrid who was originally lying down now even laughed crisply.

"Willy's the same Gibran-that's what else-" Dea scratched his head.

"They're looking for food!" sahut Inggrid's.

"Why miss?" seductive Dea nudges Nara.

Nara shook her head, "however, just the nanya, usually just like that," answered Nara.

"Udah si bebs, be honest!"

"Auuu-Ra, you miss Willy right? Why don't you if you have to date the village thug," added Ingrid, making Nara link her eyebrows.

Long enough Nara there, to the extent that the first did not wear clay mask and mask so follow wearing a mask.

Nara looked at the watch in her hand, "it's 9 and a half, 9," murmured and Nara did not get any information other than the blasphemy Inggrid and Dea against MIPA 3 which makes Nara's ears like placed on a stove.

"Ing-De-I'll say good. Uda malem too, fear Mr. Marwan same bu Hilda nyariin!" Nara took off the clay mask and cleaned the mask on her face.

"Oh okay, this is also malem. Would you like usherin not bebs to his villa?" ask Dea.

"Yes, why am I telfonin Willy?"

Nara shook her head quickly, "oh no need, just 10 steps too nyampe really! Thanks for the mask, I'm back!" pamit Nara's.

"Okay baby!"

Nara opens the door to the room but at the same time in front of her looks Willy and Gibran's face, with a face that is both surprised by Nara.

"Nara?"

"Hay Ra, it's been a while?" willy's question severed Nara's view.

"Oh, that. It's been a while, it's coming back to the villa!" answer Nara.

"Eh," the girl's eyes examined Willy and Gibran from top to bottom, wait! The second---- face

"Eh, that's why?!" tanya Nara pointed at the face of Willy and Gibran who both had bruises on his face like a man out of brawl.

"Ah, nothing just now not intentionally my allotment!"

"Jath?! A can? How Weird?!" nara asked, even since then Gibran like avoiding the gaze of Nara's eyes by turning his face and rubbing the tip of his lips.

"Weird how the hell bebs, people jatoh mah ya reasonable! Yu's in!" Ingrid and Dea cut off Nara's eye contact and asked the two to enter.

"Where are you from?" ask Nara.

"Curl!" point it at the crackle it carries.

"Abis nyari food, join yuk!" take Willy with him, he and Gibran burst in, as Nara took a step back to let the two in.

"You're going into a girl's room not getting angry?" ask Nara.

"Ck! No Ra, no rame, no Vanya! The others join in" replied Gibran rubbing the tip of his lips.

Nara was still pecking at the door, but then her eyes narrowed when she saw Willy's back dress look so dirty.

"It's me back, rich bu Hilda nyariin-this Vina nelfonin from earlier," reason Nara, the girl's eyes can not be separated from the clothes Gibran and Willy that there is a dirty mark.

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