My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMA-NARA: BAGOK HANDHELD MODE
Counted on several months they dated, although the road was not as smooth as silk.
It does not feel like just counting weeks, the test of ascension will begin. Nara has long been taking lessons after school, but often the holes were even one week only 1 to 2 times. With the test soon, he was forced to shudder.
"Go home or where was it?" rama asked at the school parking lot.
"The ram! Back?!" greet some of the other students who know them.
"Oiyy! Sook first!" Nara raised her hand in the air to say hello.
"I went to Ram's first tutoring place, today there is a tutoring schedule. Can't just go on!" reply Nara.
"Donat dong, you know! Les?" eyebrows linked.
"You're Les, how did I know?!" ask Rama.
"Yes, usually the same thing bang Akhsan. But it has been a few months since Febri kang was busy taking care of the thesis with his volleyball team, so mama also enlisted in the place of les the yellow red," explained Nara.
"Oh that, okay. Yuk! Where's place?"
Rama turned the motorcycle steering and looked left-right also included a penny lamp as he was about to cut the road to a tutoring building, some children in uniform and free clothes passed through the building. If Rama said, those who wear glasses and carry a heavy-looking bag, are candidates Albert Einstein, not like the future successor Rhoma Irahha the poet. Heavy carry bag either the contents of the stone or indeed the book one perpus carried all the dalem bag.
"Learn the real yes, because the mother is the madrassa and the first school of her children," said Rama made Nara's eyebrows intertwined, "what's the connection?"
"Yaaaa, will you be my children's madrassa?" rama asked, this sesiang air is hot enough for his silly question.
"Faraway father! Yes I learned the real thing, so I can pass-just let's get in univ. favorite," replied Nara without receiving a protest.
"Do not lyrics, do not spread charm, if there is a guy who is ignored! Say it again, "he said with a laugh. Again, what kind of advice he gave.
"Every boss !!" Nara spoke like a soldier.
"Good!" heed
"I go in first yes," his pamit took Rama's hand and took the initiative of the reverent salim to him, making Rama a little strung and smiling.
"So I want to rush to bed" he said.
"Don't get me wrong, I salim gini is not for prospective husbands. Because you are older!" nara's laughter, because of Rama's laughter until they laughed together, "yaaa--goers were disappointed,"
"Yes, let the audience not be disappointed, let the rating is good, I answered, awaited the proposal, byeee!" nara answered running towards the entrance.
"Bye!" Rama is still there to see Nara, until the girl is lost at the entrance.
"Ra, come in together ?" suddenly a young man ran up to Nara with an oriental face because it was derived from Chinese, Nara's friend one bimbel.
"By the way, the way." The two walked together towards the room.
"Ra, you're a Negri XX High School kid, right?" she asked while sitting on the bench next to Nara while waiting for the guidance teacher.
"Yes. Why mother?"
"Ihappily! I switched schools there too" he replied, taking out a book
'fast counting method'.
"Oh yeah? Coincidentally, I'll take a tour later, when to start entering ?" ask Nara.
"Tomorrow, I have one friend!" his laughter made his eyes narrow until they closed.
"Hay class!" a teacher enters the class.
"Hay mister!" they shouted they answered.
Nara began to focus on staring at the guidance teacher however, her intention here was to learn. Additional tutoring that is not cheap should he use it really, so that the efforts of both parents are not in vain.
Accidentally the girl dropped her gaze towards the side, where Kenzi was sitting. As Nara looked at him, Kenzi was like a club turning his gaze in another direction, several times it happened.
His eyes pounded on the watch on his wrist, he walked in the corridor next to Kenzi occasionally throwing crisp jokes. Kenzi had even laughed crisply several times by his own jokes but apparently Nara's attention was not on Kenzi, he was staring straight at the end of the entrance, where Rama had come to pick him up.
Rama was sitting on a motorcycle with his looks, wearing a white T-shirt and a levis jacket with a slightly faded color as well as his pride levis pants with a torn accent on the knee, he wiggled his feet wearing sneaker shoes.
"Rama!" pekik Nara waved her hand. The young man smiled back at him. But when the netra leads to Nara's side, the smile is impressed smirk with a hostile look.
"I'm Ken first" said Nara.
"Yes," he answered flatly adding to the impression of a calm pendiem, but only Nara stepped her foot, unexpectedly Kenzi grabbed Nara's hand a little rough to make Nara stifled and turned, "uh!"
"Be careful, Ra!" he said with a smile showing his dimples. Nara was even more surprised when this young man landed his hand on Nara's head and scrambled his hair.
"Ken!" tegur Nara dodged by shaking Kenzi's hand.
"Sorry, watch out for Ra."
"Yes," his gaze sharpened not understanding, but he immediately ran towards Rama. Lightly, Rama witnessed a scene that Kenzi should not have done.
"Ra, yes first!" Kenzi waves as his car crosses Rama and Nara.
"Yes," answered Nara, commenting on the bland smile as a form of friendship. But when their gazes met again, the two of them seemed to stare at each other defiantly until Kenzi's car disappeared from view.
Rama rubbed Nara's hair as if he was cleaning it from a stubborn stool, "later in the house wash your hair, the ashes got unclean!" said Rama.
"Ram, let's go home!" Take Nara to repeat.
"Huh? Yeah, come on.." he put his helmet on Nara's head.
"You want to go home ?" tanyakanya.
"I'm laper euy Ram," lamented this long-spirited girl as she frowned, her brain almost worn out in the kingpin from the morning.
"Okay, where are you going to eat?" her question leaned her face in front of Nara, so that it was almost not far away.
Nara looks to think but he while riding in the back seat of Rama, "emh, where aja deh! Origin....same kamyuu!" kekeh Nara joked.
"Emhh, it can be dreadful! Tomorrow's a fight, "he turns around and pokes Nara's nose.
"Can learn directly with her teacher," Nara rests her chin on Ramadan's shoulder, *place's favorite*!
Ramadhan took his bike to a cafe, broke the eggs! Think Nara, "this isn't wrong going in here? Usually if not lesehan meatball stalls?"
Rama glanced anxiously, "once abisin money, may*meren*?! Ngerasain whose name is cafe is afraid of being suspected of kampungan !" his whispers raised the face.
Nara knew the young man in front of her was just joking, because he knew actually Rama often visited the cafe. Nara had seen the photos on social media owned by Rama or MIPA 3 friends, whether it was Tian, Rifal or MIPA 3 students. Not only Rama, but the children of the market also often hang out in the cafe style of bourgeois football.
Perhaps, school friends other than MIPA 3 know they are just a horde of market thugs. Nara could not believe if she did not see the evidence herself and came to the house of Rama.
"Bokis really, in his IG Tian-I've seen you use appron while being a coffee barista," Nara replied announcing her findings to Rama.
"Ihhh, Narasheila stalkerin aa-" her god made the girl embarrassed, "it's so, don't look at it on purpose!" he pinched the waist of Rama.
Rama took Nara's hand in and chose a seat. One young man who is quite handsome and shady approached, Nara was quite amazed made, understand his name is also a normal girl yee right! Just look at the handsome guy & the mangap. But certainly the power he is not just an ordinary servant, seen from the tip of the hair to the tip of the shoe.
"Hey, brooo's brother! Long time no see," Rama shook the man's hand.
"Ram, how are you?"
"Alhamdulillah, kang bro himself?Healthy wife ?" ask Rama again.
"Alhamdulillah, we're both healthy,"
"Ra, introduce this kang Rasya who has this cafe," said Rama introduced.
Rasya clenched his hands while smiling kindly, Nara until his kicep made, he laughed himself in heart, crazya saucy! Married young si kaya, fix no debate! Naturally, it is a handsome man.
"Okay, sit down, what's the pesen?" ask Rasya.
"It's ordinary" replied Rama.
"Okay a minute, ana's just gonna go back." It passed into the kitchen.
"Ready!" Rama mengokei's.
Nara was still staring at the departure of the Rasya kang, her female eyes could not betray, "ck-ck! The handsome soul mate is Ram!" nara's laughter joked to make Rama cluck, "bull huh?"
Nara nodded and sat down, "yeah. Time to say pretty,"
"His eyes are guarded!! He already has a wife, anyways this handsome guy next to you is considered what ?" ledek.
"Regarded---- keychain!" his laughter was satisfied to see the murky face of adorable Rama.
"Let me go in my pocket, I'll take it everywhere so I miss it, just take it!" continued Nara.
"Temperature is the dreadlocks. Can't you take it home?" her tanyanya pinched Nara's cheek.
"What ?" ask Nara plain.
"Kamuuu.." he chuckled.
The two laughed again with their own jokes that seemed ridiculous like children alay SD version.
"Sorry aa. Here's the message!" another cafe waiter delivered Rama and Nara's order.
"Yaaa, isn't kang Rasya?!" rama just picked up Nara.
"Oh yeah!" he was but immediately laughed.
"Oh yeah, I'll ask!" rama said while playing the drink pipette.
"It's hard, I haven't learned anything yet!" reply Nara joking.
"Seriously yank," he moaned uh.
"OK-okay," Nara laughed crisply as she put a straw and sucked ice coffee in front of her, if usually Rama who would be nosy now replace Nara.
"Who was that ?" ask Rama.
Nara frowned, half thinking," which one?"
"Cowok at the tutoring place earlier," he replied sighing.
"Oh Kenzi? He's temen." Nara re-edits her ice coffee.
"Other times, if only you don't have to hold on to it." he said flat, Rama's dark face back again, his jaw looks hardened.
The girl immediately agreed, seeing Rama's unfriendly attitude. She is not a naive girl and knows enough that a man is in a drunken fashion aka jealous. It turned out that Rama's jealous fashion looked extremely terrifying.
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