My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMA-NARA: WANT AN APPOINTMENT?

He examined the wounds obtained by Rama, "show why fight anyway, no other solution that?" sewotnya.

Rama smiled his smile, "his name is also a guy, naturally. The yes, the design used a shuffle of arisan," he answered making Nara cluck and sniff.

"Don't get rich in gini, I don't like it.." Nara protested while treating Rama's wounds.

"Let someone watch out" he replied again.

Pukkkkp! Nara clapped her arm which was never serious if told.

Actually Nara was a little nervous about the situation. How not, Rama's face was in front of him, he knew the look of this young man could not be separated from his face, making the heart gedor-gedor want to run away.

"You can't have to eat!" nara said without looking at Rama's eyes, now the young man chuckled, making Nara press the wet tissue over the wound, "aww yank-"

"Diem's food! Your eyes can't control!" fierce Nara gives a touch of blowing wounds that have been laced with red medicine.

"Udah time Ra, do not see the soul of singles I thrashed to see you guys sweet rich moments that!" say Bayu while nyemil talas chips. At first they were so excited about the incident just now, but seeing these lovers uwu-uwu'an in front of the eyes, making the mouth of the gatel want to shoot. The story is that Rama was wounded, but Nara gave a sealed drinking bottle to Rama, not to Rama but he asked Rama to open the bottle cover for him who felt thirsty.

"Bukain" asked.

Krekk! In one round the seal was instantly exposed.

"You're not a laper? Want to get some food?" ask Rama.

"May, but the lightest is not rice" replied Nara.

"Hayukk oruh" asked Rama to grab Nara's hand to come down.

"Let me eat, instead of dating people! Make ngiri," now Ridwan who said while rushing up from his seat.

"Wan, I'm coming!" exclaim Bayu tailed.

"Wan, if there's a baso tofu!" rama shouted from above while throwing money from his pocket because Ridwan was playing down. As usual, there is only Gilang who is loyal to be a mosquito to accompany Nara and Rama if they are both like this.

Gilang took a cigarette from the package he had bought at the stall, "Ram, I feel the children were not fully aware. It could be that they deny, go back and forth to the market bring more troops," Gilang said as he lit a cigarette bar.

"Yes just take it, it's a hassle! Derr-that's war!" rama replied grinning as if this was an exciting game for him, of course the girl in front of him with a cloudy face and sewot ready to rebuke and judge Rama, attacking Rama with a series of tips.

"What the hell! Danger ah, report the police why sihh! I'm not allowed to, Ram! Later you guys battered, earlier he brought piso lipet tau no!" sewotnya fiery as if it is the scariest thing in the world, whereas Nara does not know how Rama sebetnya naughty life out there, Nara certainly does not know who Ramadan Restu Al-Kahfi completely.

Rama only reviewed a smile in response and glanced at each other with Gilang, "iya yank-" he replied assuringly, but glancing at his eyes and Gilang as if hinting at something and Nara knew it was not a good thing.

Nara raised her brows in full search, "don't go on the lyrics yes, I am aduin just as much let you get scolded!" threatening this adorable girl, Rama could only laugh.

"Well complaint!" Rama rubbed Nara's nose.

"Aww, uh! Anyway, the fight did not make you a hero, win so charcoal lost to ashes, Rama," added Nara trying to give his youth understanding.

"Yes the teacher. Yes, do not need to be discussed again," Rama holding and stroking the back of Rama's hand.

"Promise first!" pinta Nara, making Rama glance at Gilang back, both fell silent.

Nara sighed harshly seeing the inertia of the two. Because he knew Rama wouldn't be able to keep it. Maybe the minds of men and women are different. For the male pitting muscles is self-esteem.

"There go in gih, say it's the same papa, mama bang bang Akhsan sorry can't stop by, prospective ghosts are busy." Kekeh Rama, one hand cupped Nara's cheek and the other held the girl's hand.

"Yes," Nara nodded.

"Ram, you want a promise?" asked Nara showing her little finger in front of the face, Rama frowned inexplicably.

"Promise?"

"Yes, promise-" Nara nodded quickly.

"What promise?"

"Promise not to fight and get hurt ?" challenge Nara, Rama's gaze was pounded on Nara's little finger which he deliberately shook with the intention that Rama link his pinky and then promise.

Lips that were originally attracted to the top now began to frown when Rama did not welcome the little one, "the man can only plan but God determines, I do not want to promise afraid not to be able to keep, he said, because the true promise is debt," he answered instead lowered Nara's hand.

Rama drew his slanted smile, "inshaAllah, sought after," he replied.

"You hinged?" tanya Nara raised her eyebrows next to.

"What's wrong?" rama asked curiously.

"You don't want me to break up," answered Nara defiantly, even though her words were purely nothing.

Rama was surprised "so what?"

Actually Nara just bully him, giving a threat so that Rama does not dare to fight or brawl again. Simply see him injured at Villa, and Nara no longer wants to see Rama covered in wounds or bruises.

"Wildamah! Let me be afraid of fighting. I don't want to see you hurt again, I just saw you in pain in Willy's same villa, and I don't want to!" there were sad eyes to remember the incident and Rama knew it.

Rama ruffled Nara's hair," yes ahh bawel, had missed the bawuran problem not to be thought of again,"

"Yes there, come in, Maghrib. I also want to go home, have been waiting for the children in the mosque," said Rama.

"Yes," Nara nodded.

"I'm saying yes!" he said but still his position still has not stepped a bit.

"Yes there, "Nara let go of Rama's grip on his hand, but the young man still did not budge in the least.

"Yes, he said he wanted to go home!" said Nara was surprised to see him still in place.

"Where's kiss bye?" asked Rama, a smile was created.

The girl though with a face that began to blush but did not refuse, he put two fingers on the lips and then alternately stick it on the cheek of Rama made the young man chuckle amusedly.

"Now it is still represented, later if it is halal there is no representation," said Rama.

"Basar ustadz pervert!" nara's lips made her laugh, "i am not an ustadz, a servant of Allah who helps children to recite the Qur'an, still not sampe his knowledge to become a teacher! Still a sin!" answer Rama.

He then climbed onto his motorbike "assalamu'alaikum ukhti..."

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Nara's great-grandson replied.

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