My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMA-NARA: NEXT MORNING WE
Ramadhan
This young man looked back once more before completely disappearing at the end of the meat stall block to make sure that beautiful face was always rewired in his brain. His smile was clearly imprinted when he saw the face of Judes. Actually dear to leave the beautiful scenery, but he had to miss the list of present to the owner of life, fearing later crossed off the list of residents of heaven.
See you tomorrow beauty.at school.
His face is beautiful and jutek, but instead he likes a girl who is jutek like that, more challenging and make greget. His hair is curly at the bottom, brownish black like cinnamon, his laughter is crispy sweet like wafer cake, and do not forget the smell of his body that makes opium, and, let alone the man-bees want to stick long, long,
"If you're an item what's your name I want to buy and own you, girl?" Rama smiled shaking his head, already insane.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Ting-tong!
Excuse me!
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Chequelek
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"Nara! There's your friends here !" pekik mama from the bottom floor.
Nara snapped her finger on the phone and turned to the door of her room, "Temen, who?" confused mumbling. He immediately got up from his supine position and inched down from the bed to get out of the room.
"Cie, the boncel's got this yee !" teased bang Akhsan with a sneering tone, but did not make him take his eyes off the screen of his favorite mobile phone and online games.
"Hay Nara!" greet Inggrid. The familiar faces of Nara were sitting in the living room, the girl commented on the smile so thin.
"Hey!"
"How can you not say you have a school in a complex neighborhood?" ask the mother who is still there.
"Forgotten" he answered briefly.
"It's good, so Nara's got her!" my mother smiled kindly.
"Yes aunty, can go home together!" reply Gibran.
"Ra, we're here to make sure the streets-definitely don't know Bandung, right?!" get Dea to call.
"Well! Asik tuh, let's go there! He said he wanted to know Bandung," his mama's makeup sitting next to Nara.
"Ra, here we have memorized! A cozy and cool place!" sahut Inggrid, the girl with Sanchai's braid.
Actually Nara is a quiet girl type, she prefers to stay at home rather than having to walk outside doing something less useful. But this time it never hurts also he agreed to their idea, who knows tomorrow or the day after Nara had to go out alone, at least he knew the streets of this city.
"Yes, I'll be ready for a minute!" Nara moved from her seat.
15 Minutes, Nara came down in a white flower dress wrapped in her jeans jacket. There was clearly a chatter of their pleasantries and mama Nara from the living room.
"Tante play dong to the house, my mom is also there! At best, it's just the arisan going to the salon."
"Yes, aunty's going to play house. Yesterday, aunt was busy. You just moved to work too."
"Oh, what kind of job aunt ?"
"Concidentally, aunty supervisor at one of the shopping centers in Bandung."
"Wah cool dong, if there is a shopping voucher or midnight sale you know Gibran yes aunt, if om where ?"
"Om still at the restaurant, all checking the convection as well,"
"Yu !" get Nara to cut their conversation.
"Our aunt goes first!"
Nara is like a stranger in the middle of nowhere and a race she does not recognize her civilization, as if wanting to show everything they have, she said, these children are so eroded with all the luxuries that Nara used to see from the bourgeoisie, as if they were the owners of today.
A new matic car becomes their supporting vehicle to complete the hedon style. Deliver Nara and others to a shopping center that quite exist in this flower city.
The depths of the dream world are now replaced by the faintness of the real world, the coldness that pierces the skin into a natural alarm apart from the call of the Adhan. The girl is still not long enough to adapt to the weather and the city with the nickname Paris Van Java, so sometimes she is always cold in the morning before.
"When do you run in the morning, let it dry first, so the bath is not too cold?!" mummified Nara.
Not much different from the state of the complex in the past when in Jakarta, rarely from those who leave the house, most only a newsboy, especially a newspaper, vegetable and traders who peddle breakfast that passes between the atmosphere of this morning complex.
"Bahh! Everywhere the complex is the same, quiet." he said slowly, with a little breath of gasping, running from home to the end of the complex enough to make his chest tight.
"How do you expect such a rich complex ?" the voice of someone surprised Nara from behind.
Nara turned, "Willy?!"
"Do you like to run in the morning ?" her question equated her steps with Nara.
"Now Bandung is a bit less freshness," he said.
"Wil, I'm ahead. Want to get ready for school," said Nara who received a warm smile from Willy, "okay ntar I'm the same kids pick ya up!"
Nara nodded and disappeared into the fence of her house.
Like getting a booster mood, Rama's spirit blazes like a fire burning furnace, if yesterday's morning feels ordinary, then another with today. Since the presence of Narasheila in her school the brilliant student spirit and her love fighter fluttered like a state flag over the equatorial sky. So, all this time what makes it always present in school apart from fried food in the coffee shop babeh, the answer is to greet the strange creatures of MIPA 3 and a sheet of diplomas that most already dapet lined up in the closet to moldy.
He came down in a full uniform, plus it was already fragrant also cool, although still the style of the slenge he did not leave, "Tumben clock this time is ready!! Usually also waiting for the school gate to be padlocked !!" sneer Nia from the dining table, just contact Nia immediately shot it feels like today is not raining, it is not raining, or a storm but suddenly his brother was ready and neat at the hour that even the vegetable maker still neaten his wares.
"As an exemplary student, going to that school 'can't be late!" the answer is full of emphasis and style.
Byyurre!! Nia spouted the milk she was drinking until it soaked the clothes and dining table where she was.
"A sick, a?" his answer frowned, but a moment later he laughed.
Casually the young man shakes his shoulders, "alhamdulillah healthy wal'afiat no less anything!" the answer is sure to scoop the fried rice made by his empress Abah.
Then where's the queen? Otewe. A special plate of fried rice may be a special opening for him as well.
"Mom! Aa go first," she said to the ambu who was watering the plants in the side yard, as a housewife-work-work is ambu yes so, take care of the plants, ngurusin abah, her children, her children, at the very least go to school.
"Yes, ati-ati! Uda 2nd grade mah do not continue to act or A, must be serious learning-not ashamed of the same neighbors whose children dapet ranking?" Rama stared at the woman who had given birth to him into the world.
"Why should you be ashamed, don't you wear clothes! Da aa's so cool, don't lose to Rossi!"
"Rossi-rossi," nebik ambu began to provoke a dark aura kalong wewe.
"Rossidinnn! Have gone ah, the blood has gone up again this mah!" his shout directed a hose that was spraying water on Rama, but this young man immediately ran quickly towards the front porch.
"Assynnya!" rama shouted, before long there was a noise of exhaust from the front yard out to the gate, a sign that Rama had left.
"Getishalight." Ambu stroked his chest with his right hand while his left hand was still holding the water hose.
"*Awlucky too! Greetings lalaki hiji-hijina borokokna moal aya*!" dumel Ambu grumbling.
(**Gusty, too! Have a son only**, ***small****** there are two**)
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Note :
\* Borokokok : a word that can be used for someone who has a slengean attitude, ogah-ogahan, lazy, wayward, playboy, humiliating.