My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
BOOK: MY MARKET MY ADVENTURE

The relationship back smoothly jaya similar to the name of a limited company.

"Go home, huh? I'm going to the market first, help Abah, "Rama put a helmet on Nara's head.

"Can you come along?" asked Nara with a sweet face, Rama looked at the girl and then a second later smiled knot, he knew that Nara always felt lonely at home.

"Later to you I will often go to the market, a rich moulette stove. How rich dekil change of cork?" kekeh Rama's.

"Biarin" answered Nara.

"Oh let's go! Once in a while be adventurous, my market my adventure!" rama's reply was met with Nara's laughter.

"Dare to be dirty is good!" reply Nara, hugging tightly behind Rama.

"Makeup!" Rama gave him a thumbs up in front of Nara's face.

But once there, Nara could only panic and worry at the edge of the stall of one of the merchants in the market, life was indeed full of surprises.

*bughh*!

Rama, Gilang, Bayu and Ridwan are fighting jotos with a group of delinquents who a few minutes ago made troublemakers and drunkenness in the market. They even ruffled the wares of one of the sembako merchants who did not give them thug rations.

"Mom is nothing, right?" tanya Nara is worried about helping pick up merchandise that is still worth selling with sellers and buyers who are there.

"No neng, thank you. Not worried if there is a Rama with others mah," he replied.

"Yes, fortunately the tea has come back to the market first," said another chimed.

Nara stared grimacing with horrified eyes, because she had just seen firsthand people fighting bring troops alias brawl. His eyes were puffed up when he saw the glint of sharp objects released by the hooded children, "uh! That's piso lipet!" exclamation Nara.

Rama looks beat some of them with Gilang, Bayu and Ridwan but because of different numbers inevitably his face got kissed bogeman also from them, too, after a while, other friends came to help.

"Woyyy! Woyy! *Ayeah naon ieu*?! (**what is this**?!)" milan and Iko.

*greukk*! The sound of joints and bones in the pits.

Rama twisted his arm and pulled the knife he was carrying until it was thrown to the ground, bending his knees and locking his movements.

They were able to bend all the hoodlums that seemed to sweat, fatigue, and grimace in pain due to the beating of Rama and friends.

"*Tw*! Still dare to do it here?! If you want to continue ayok, but if you get into the ER I have no responsibility!" gilang said spitting in the other direction.

"Don't you dare do it here again! Because tomorrow-tomorrow you won't let go, catet my name, Ramadhan!" Rama patted the back of one of them who became the person of the enemy.

"Kang! Take you to the police station!" pinta Rama on the parking lot.

"Don't take a! Don't report to the police, I'm-I'm-I'm sorry, peace!" his door begged Rama, his oily face and his deckil looked still stained because of the lak nat drink.

"Peace-peace!! It's my turn to ask for peace!" Bayu Sarcas.

"A don't report at A!" beg them. Rama could see the fear on their faces. Thought by the children of his friend's market, they were once the same as they included Gilang.

"Okay, can I hold your word?! That guy who held his shit, lives a bad habit! Later Sunday, I'll wait here! Don't come, because wherever you go, let alone come back here again, I'm uber!" threatening Rama, they nodded, "yes, a!" rama moved away and approached Nara.

"You ain't nothing, are you? Go home, yes," asked Rama to restore his hair to the appearance of sweat that pours, but Nara's gaze fell on the blisters near the cheekbones and cleavage of Rama's lips.

"Yes, while healing your wounds" Nara nodded, pointing to Rama's wounds.

"Lang! Flip ahh!"

They disbanded after the incident.

"Sip A!"

Rama rewinds his motorbike which carries Nara in the back seat, Nara's hand links look possessive in Rama's stomach. Not at home or a baso stall, Rama actually stopped his motorbike in front of a tree close to the patrol post, where the tree had a small saung on top, aka a tree house, where the tree was located, the place where Rama and his friends often hang out.

"Can it go up? Want help?" rama asked with Nara's hand while the others had gone upstairs.

"I can go up! No bo do bo do do very when chased by a hunch!" nara answered starting to hold the titian towards the tree house.

"Ntar was yank-pake dale\_man engga?!" rama's laughter, lest he see what is not right.

"Ishhhh! Atuh pake!" Nara pushed softly on Rama's head who was laughing happily.

"Tell me a moment if I'm alms!" Rama chuckled at Nara's words, "yes, anyone who is not happy is blessed!"

One by one Nara pijaki titian with Rama who was on standby under Nara without looking in any direction again, "*temptations-temptations*---" he murmured.

Nara asked Gilang to buy red medicine and drinking water in the stall, all Gilang who would buy snacks. Rama leaned back and opened his white uniform, while Nara took out a tissue from her bag.

"Their new son is Ram" said Bayu.

"Hey,"

"Lo's sure Ram, you want to take them to the sanggar?" ask Ridwan.

Rama nodded a second time, "sure. Let there be a container, not hanging clearly. As if they have a program and a purpose in life, they can also get training in the sanggar!" answer Rama.

"The more or more members of the rainbow studio?" Ridwan.

"God will not sleep, if there is good intentions, there is certainly a fortune of its own" answered Rama.

"What hangar?" ask Nara.

"Sanggar for street children, yank-and-child dropouts MIPA 3 children also like to come there if there is time again,"

"Huh?! Yeah, I just found out?!" nara asked in surprise.

"Yes Ra, often. Sometimes if again on having a windfall prefer to share a little-or sometimes participate in ngamen, but ngamennya not carelessly, there is a place of its own."

"Kang Rasya when will he see the Ram hangar?" ask Ridwan.

"You know, maybe it's busy in the pesantren. Later also if you want to go to Bandung," replied Rama.

The sound of footsteps rising upwards was heard, from the staircase hole appeared Gilang's head that entered into the tree house. Actually, this tree house is quite open because residents up here or people passing by can see each other.

"Now, Ra!" Gilang handed over the white crackle containing the red medicine that was still sealed.

"Here," Nara approaches Rama's position, touching the 17-year-old's stern jaw.

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