My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMADAN: A COINCIDENCE

...Mang Iwan Orange Ice...

"How's mama?" ask Nara.

"Mama go to the meat stall! It's there! Nara wait at the orange ice kiosk. Later mama followed, all mama pesenin one!" mama handed Nara a piece of blue money following the grocery crackle.

"Yes, be careful mama. Nara first!"

The two separated there, the girl quickened her pace to be able to sit down and release the weight on her legs and hands. It feels like his feet also feel like they want to dislodge the rich lego that is stripped down to walk far by carrying heavy loads.

"Mang, iced orange 2 yes!" Nara tilted her head towards the seller.

"Well, what's the drink in this pack?" he asked while wiping the splash marks of orange juice.

Nara sat in one of the plastic chairs, "here, here" she said, putting her groceries near her feet.

Two clear mugs of orange ice were presented on the wooden table, with the glass condensing as a result of the coldness of the ice cubes, making Nara swallowing her saliva difficult. This orange ice is more than enough to drive away the thirst between a dry throat. Among the crowded market, and the fun of citrus ice, Nara spread her gaze around the market, until the beautiful netra captured the view of several young people in groups like a bunch of ducks who were looking for food. Nara researched them from head to toe splinters, from the clothes worn like they were some kind of thug or a hoodlum, huh! Market thugs here are rich, like some movies that often appear on tv.

Nara turned her back to the entrance when she found out that a group of young men had started heading to the orange ice stall, hoping that she would always be in the protection of God. His watered-down brain began to think, how to escape the fastest if they mess around.

Sure enough, the footsteps were getting closer, his guts suddenly shrunk as big as a matchstick, maybe he would take shelter in the ketek of the orange ice seller.

"Assalamualaikum ! mang Iwan, how safe is mang ?" ask one of them, enter flapping a banner covering an orange ice wheel.

Nara furrowed her forehead with her lips still stuck to the straws, "I-m-is not wrong? nih thugs say hello, does anyone want to malak say assalamualaikum, what kind of thugs?" his mind murmured with a nyinyir face nan julid.

"Aman dong Ram, the person who guards him is also a champion.oh yes! It's a nitip for Abah at home," the orange iceman thrusts a few packs of orange ice at the thug leader.

"Eh, naon ieu mang ? No, no need to take nicotine," he said, rejecting the orange ice pack that has been deliberately wrapped. (what is this)

"Ram, no bother. This was deliberately mamang make Abah equally ambu at home," the seller forced to give a pack of orange ice.

"Thank you if so, sincerely will be accepted with me, Alhamdulillah, sustenance of righteous children!" he said with a harshness to his friends.

"Mang Iwan, only Rama doang nih is given?" kelakar Bayu's.

"Ah, mang Iwan mah favorit-kasih-" said Ridwan mengehkeh.

"Oh same abay 'Wan want too?" bargained for.

"Mang loss, if they ask can ask for more drum!" sela Gilang's.

"No, just kidding don't take it seriously !" kekeh Abay became embarrassed himself, his intention was just kidding.

Wait a minute, Nara felt that recognizing the voice behind her, she tried to turn around.

"You!"

"Loe!" he smiled grinning.

"Uhuyy ! Pucuk dikinta ulam also arrived," said Gilang raised his eyebrows.

"That's true! It's also said there's a wingless angel stuck here!" milan Gumam.

"Yes or wingless da winged Japanese bread for women!" answer Bayu.

"That's why Iko's iler!" gigawa Gilang's.

"Bus@lan!" hiss Iko.

Rama pulled up the chair and sat down next to Nara, "it turns out the Milanese said! There's an angel falling from heaven to an orange ice stall," he quipped.

Nara scrunched her forehead, feeling awward with the speech of the young man beside her.

"What are you doing here? Shopping huh? wahhhh the ideal wife candidate," said Rama, cheered by his friend, "pepet continue not to be saggy.." said Ridwan.

Starting to get angry, Nara rose from her seat, "mang this one packs aja yes so be it. Here's money!" Nara handed over the money she had gotten from her mother.

"Eh, don't pay! Let me pay!" said Rama.

"Necessary!" reject Nara quickly want to leave from there immediately.

"Can you ask 'ga ?" the door is on the orange ice seller.

"Ekhhmm, akhiwww !" deheman his friends.

"Ga needs it! Quoted also," the girl refused, as if not to care about Rama with the reason between fear and annoyance, Nara just looked at the ice orange merchant, "mang I want to nitip groceries yes, Nara, I want to go in first catch up with my mom in," he said slowly.

"May neng" said the ice seller.

"Oh you want to go to Dalem hayu or me anter," replied Rama.

"Wan, take the others first to the mosque, already dzuhur because. Later I followed, nganter first candidate, afraid of being pulled by a cat !" kekeh Rama, make the others laugh.

"That's saying no!" sewotnya again, but not yet the girl stepped Rama pulled his hand forcibly.

"Ha-ha-ha, Rama don't be too determined, just as soon as possible" they cried, while Rama just smiled sweetly without feeling sinful.

"Take me off!" Nara tried to pull her hand from Rama's cheque, but the free-thugs of this market were so tightly clasping Nara's hand.

"What would your mother-in-law-in-law like to buy?" said ask.

"Meats," great-grandson Nara.

"Oh.."

He looked at Rama from the side even though with a feeling of dislike, actually this young man was quite handsome, his face was so soothing, and strangely when he showed his smile there were tastes that Nara could not explain like sweet, sweet, warm, and----

"I'm a handsome guy, do you think?!" Nara was jolted with Rama's question, his dreadful and nosy attitude that covered all the goodness of his life.

"That's a row of meat stalls," he pointed forward, Nara turned her head, from the sight of a mother in tosca and brown clothes standing picky about meat.

"Mom!" call Nara to release Rama's grasp.

Mamah turned her head, as well as the middle-aged father in black with a golden brothel that was chopping meat, occasionally joking with mamah Nara.

"Assalamu'alaikum, bah..ibu," said Rama to the father, apparently he still followed Nara.

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"

"Eh, did he say his feet were pegel?" tanya mamah frowned.

"The mother's mother was old" replied Nara.

"Why is Joe still here?" ask Nara fiercely.

"Mau salim used to be the same candidate-in-law," whispered Rama nosy chuckling.

"Is this a mother's son? Whoa! beautiful like this" said the father.

"That hajj!" greet the person who passes. It seems, he's an old figure here. Seen from all the merchants and buyers who greet him respect.

"Tuh if it's a boy who nganter the neng just now, my son-name is Ramadhan," said the Abah Haji introduced Rama, Rama also salim to mamah.

"Whatt ?! so, the meat merchant's father is here?!" Nara almost spewed her eyeballs out.

"A.please take stock of meat from the slaughterhouse, Wawan has already contacted, later just bring it," pinta Abah.

"Every Abah, but Rama to the mushola first for a while, not yet dzuhur !" the answer.

"Eh I first yes, have met the same mama, assalamualaikum !" said passed.

"Waalaikumsalam," they murmured.

"Sopanannya, "say mamah praises making abah haji smile, "oh must oruh ma'am! If it's not polite, I've pites his neck!" kelakar abah hajj.

Nara looked towards the departure of Rama, what was his name? Ramadan?! Hm---

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