My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMA-NARA: YOUR NAME IS ALWAYS HEARD

Nara dropped her body on the bed just like that, burying herself between disappointment and tightness. This birthday, God gives a gift of disappointment, maybe so that Nara is always grateful and learning, not forever full of rainbows or the sky of the earth is so bright.

He was disappointed, he knew he was disappointed. But feeling disappointed by the person who always said, you're the only one, and so special it was many times the pain.

"Ra, you got nothing?" akhsan's baritone voice rang out from behind the door along with a knock on the door leaf. There was no answer from the girl, could Nara be pretending to be deaf or indeed suddenly deaf?

"Ra, if there's anything to tell," he continued, echoing behind the bedroom door.

Nara raised the face that she had hidden behind the pillow, she exhaled in order to adjust the tone of the voice so as not to vibrate too much, "nga, Nara has nothing bang!"

Nara sucked her snot and wiped the face that was accidentally drained by tears.

"Without saying nothing'nya tuh girl, there must be something." Akhsan.

The door handle seemed to move, and Nara guessed that her brother would not give up just like that to persuade her, or rather interfere and poo. It's true, because a second later the door to his room opened wide.

"Well, you want a story?" tanyanya walked over. There is no way I'm afraid because Akhsan is not a bo doh man. Moreover, claiming not to cry, it is certain that he will laugh.

"Rama?!" shoot him on target, maybe with Nara's bow and body gesture, Akhsan can already guess what his sister's answer is. He is a man with a longer life time than Nara, the sweet acid of a romantic relationship he once felt.

"Why again?" her question was curious. Nara thought maybe there was no harm in him telling his brother, at least the burden of the heart will be slightly reduced because he had shared. His mouth began to open to tell Akhsan, like telling a friend.

His eyebrows are sometimes wrinkled and then back flat and lifted to listen to the story of the sister, "branch just want to give advice to you, mending you obrolin first with Rama do not play take decisions unilaterally. Who knows, it's just a--"

"Bang!" cut Nara rubbed her cheek making Akhsan close her mouth.

"Can you not remember Rama continues, actually the good bang Akhsan tuh Rama or me? Guys don't understand the feelings of girls. Right now I just want to be heard not lectured, you already know what the problem is, now brother out!" the girl pushed Akhsan's back to immediately come out of her room. Indeed, if someone is in a sea of emotions, suggestions and lectures are not the right solution, then this is the ending.

"Ck, don't want to belain anyone, brother just want to tell me. Watch out not until you mess up later," said Akhsan in his steps, until he was in the door of Nara's room, the girl pulled the door handle and closed it right in front of Akhsan's face.

Blugh!

Some time Nara glanced back at her phone, he chipped annoyed even throw a rough flat object that can sometimes make her laugh at herself, while there is no message from Ramadan, "nyebelin."

This day, Nara was just silent and pouting. Since this morning his mood has been shattered by Kirana and Rama.

*Drttt--drtt*.

Some messages came in, there was a group MIPA 3 and there was also a message from Inggrid.

*Ra, yuk street! Don't be too*.

Nara who was going down the stairs, stopped in the middle, her eyebrows raised next to her. Why he did not come along, who knows by going out his heartache and bad mood can be resolved.

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Nara went back to the room to prepare.

Nara!

"Nara! There's a wait," cried papa from downstairs.

"Sit down first" papa.

"Thank you,"

Akhsan who has put the dislike so ketus and judes. There was not a smile that he threw at Willy or Gibran. He prefers to go upstairs after his sister.

"Cell! Boncel!"

Nara came out of the room with a neat casual dress stellan and fragrant perfume that was as fragrant as it was.

"Where are you going? Don't tell me you want to go with those kids again?! Brother is not allowed!" Akhsan blocked his sister's path.

"What the hell! Watch out move!" fierce not to lose.

"Say where you going?" his insistence.

"Ngga need to join the scene, mom is equally papa aja not as possessive as brother. Lagian Nara tuh suh for at home, anyway people no one can ride in the mood Nara, Nara want to go out for the wind-nye" he explained ketus full of emphasis if he was bored at home.

"Awas lo if macem-macem," he threatened.

"Did Nara ever disappoint her family?" his reply was no less hitting Akhsan's chest with his flat expression. Akhsan did not shift in the slightest, but Nara took a gap beside Akhsan's body and went downstairs.

"Don't turn it around!" akhsan shouted, Nara ignored him.

"Yeah!" bring Nara.

They say good-bye to Nara's parents, then get into Willy's car.

"Carokean yuk! How's it?!" bring Dea.

"Can!" inggrid Angluk. But as if time was drawn back to the moments last night and this morning, Nara just stared far out the window glass without wanting to switch, the direction of his view looks straight at the street view, and the road view, but his mind was spinning between the storm last night and this morning. The noise of Inggrid and Dea and Gibran did not disturb his fast daydream.

"Ra, you're all right?" ask Willy.

"What about hungry kids, how to eat?" ask Gibran. Nara simply nodded, hoping that whatever idea they had could unravel her thoughts at this moment.

A cafe of young people who are hits and quite crowded becomes their choice, but still can not drive away the turmoil of this girl.

...***Among the crowds, the silence inside the head is so pronounced. And your name is the loudest sound***......

"The truth!" gibran's jerk on Willy as Nara only had her chin propped up by stirring up her avocado juice.

"*Ra, are you okay*?" Willy touched Nara's hand, making the girl flinch, "ha?! I'm nothin. I'm okay!" his smile was nimble and shifted the tall glass then sucked out his juice.

"Oh yes! The problem in the villa, I'm the same as the others apologize," said Willy made Nara look at him, look remorseful look from them, but Nara could not be sure if it was sincere or not.

Nara nodded slowly, and Willy's sentence just now reminded Nara of her current problem.

"Someone once said, God is forgiving. My time is just a servant hinged," the sentence escaped from Nara's mouth, believe me it is the words of Ramadan, and now Nara is eager to spill back her tears.

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