My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMA-NARA: ACCOMPANYING MAMAH
"Ra! I woke up not yet, it's 5 o'clock, later not going to pray!" nara's natural alarm has been roaring like a siren ambulance.
"Nara!"
The girl rubbed her eyes alternately, the cold air of Bandung made her feel at home lingering in the blanket as well as lazy motion let alone this weekend, beuhhh! Sure enough this girl is like a tenacious banana tree whose hobby is rolling on young leaves.
"10 minutes aja ma," replied Nara with a raucous voice characteristic of a newly conscious person from the subconscious world.
"Buck! Do you want to pray or to be solatized?" yelling Akhsan chimed in on the cry of mama, indeed the best brother was his way of waking up it was very soft, as gentle as sumanto heart.
What a moral minus question is this, "Ish! Kamvrett was so much his offer," Nara forced her body to rise from her wennakk position!
Nara got off the bed with lion hair and a bunch of filthy shit, pretty chick got stuck too? His name is also human. He opened the door featuring the figure of mama in the door goal, already beautiful and already fragrant. But unfortunately next to the mama there is the current version of hanoman, standing with a towel around his neck.
"Well, wake up!" akhsan said and he passed downstairs. Because on the 2nd floor there is no bathroom so if you want to defecate and shower must go down or at least parachute to the first floor.
"Wake up at dawn, if you have a husband how early hours have not been awake? Whose husband is taking care of,"
"Wife people!" akhsan shouted while laughing.
"Nara is still a child, don't take her husband! It was even so amused itself," he came down from the 2nd floor and grabbed a towel near the kitchen.
"Stupid no one knows, so be diligent from now on!" concluded mama.
"Hoam! It's weekend ma," Nara yawns wide.
"Because it's weekend, so mama asked Nara anther to the market. The vegetable stock in the refrigerator is already abis," he replied.
Nara stood in front of the bathroom, the man of the Berlin wall if already in the bathroom likes not to want the world, as if having his own world in the room there, with the same soap dipper.
"Bang ! spout dong shower, don't get rich in females !" knock it on the bathroom door.
There was no answer, just a murmur and a soft hum from the inside, "this fix does shower while singing, nih," The curious Nara put her ears on the bathroom door to listen to what Akhsan said or echoed.
A blughh!
Out of control Nara fell hard, because at the same time bang Akhsan opened the bathroom door.
"Ha-ha-ha, what are you doing?! Loe sneaked! Taking a shower, huh?" bang Akhsan ruffled her hair using a towel.
"Ihhhh! Brother if you want to open the cake first, sick tau !" grimacing and wiping the wet palms, his mouth was already stretched forward like a person who wanted a ceremony.
"Yes, here I help. Anyway anyway loe pake nguping, if I again en4 3n4 in the dalem how?" ask her, while pulling Nara to rise.
"Ihhh disgusted! Be careful! Big brother bathing really long, already rich candidate manten aja use singing-singing all over again ! loe's voice fals bang," she shuddered se'sewot-sewotnya, between annoyance and actual shame. Already have a boyfriend still his behavior minus, what happens if this secret he leaked to his brother's girlfriend?! Yep! Nara laughed wickedly for a moment.
"So, sick! The child laughs to himself,"
"Yes, watch out! Nara is not going to pee!!" push him push the body bongsor Akhsan.
Akhsan looks ready with his shirt and jeans, this Sunday he fills his activities by following papa checking the restaurant and convection, later if papa is not strong for entrepreneurship, he said, then the throne will fall on him. Another thing with Nara that her husband might bring later.
Other papa and Akhsan events are also with the inhabitants of the women. Nara has been asked by her mother to drive her to the market as usual, she is quite familiar with this city, even though she has long settled in Jakarta. But the city of birth, as if it had been embedded in memory.
A blue taxi was parked in front of the house.
"Mommy lock first home," added mama turned the key in the door hole.
"Sunday, he said his son in Garut wants graduation!" mama replied, Nara nodded in understanding. He salutes the housekeeper who just worked a week at his home, a profession that is an ART but can educate his children until graduation as a bachelor of Informatics.
"Morning," nods the friendly taxi driver named Pak Suryana.
"Morning,"
"Sir Kos4mbi,"
"Ready ma'am!" his nod.
The wheels rotate as the tires spin, taking the passengers inside out of the complex gate.
"Well, Nara tuh kalo to school through the streets that the buildings are rich in Dutch heritage that is so, funny! Ah, Nara inget-a place that likes to meet the Asian-African conference!" he cried with his eyes fixed on the outside of the window, it seemed like he had to go out often. The city is pretty cool to explore.
"Braga neng?" sahut Pak Suryana smiles kindly typical of parents.
"Iya Braga kaya sir, new knowledge transfer. So not so memorized the name of the road," said mama.
"Nah neng, if usually Sunday night young people Bandung tuh ramenya in Setiabudhi, Dago, Dipatiukur area because the campus area so much food street, continue Cihampelas area, Babakan Siliwangi. On Sundays, mostly to the Lembang area because of its many tourists. Braga area also likes there are certain events neng, rich Braga culinary night tuh!" Nara nodded in understanding, not far from Jakarta.
"Rame ya kang, my time in Bandung was rare. The road is not as good as this either!" reply mom.
The scorching sun is already quite stinging at 9 o'clock, especially the condition of this market is quite crowded, making the air stuffy because of mixed sweat and the number of humans inside. Indeed the risk of shopping with mothers is this, must prepare a lot of patient stock, expand the heart as wide as the ocean. Sometimes the price is only different 1000, 2000 only half an hour. If calculated with a meter, maybe Nara has walked as far as the distance of the safa hills and marwah.
"Ma, haven't you?" his whine was frustrated with the hair that had been exhausted and the sweat flowing. Nara even fanned her face with her hands, but still the wind produced like water in a barren field, nil!
"Living Ra's trade, why is it? Is that pegel?" ask mama to smile.
"Nara Pegel's foot," he rubbed his calf.
"Yes, if so you rest first while ngadem in-" mama dingukan looking for a place to sit. His eyes sparkled and he called out, "ahh! It's there, orange ice stall!" point it towards the outside of the market where a small tent with a worn soy sauce banner as the cover of its orange ice cart.
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