My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
DEA-RIFAL: HANGING

Dea swallowed his saliva hard, he counted about 7 people there, from any angle he and the occupants of Willy's car would not win against them. The road is a little closed because of fear.

"De, who do you owe?!" ask Gibran hissing stifled.

Dea himself could only gawk at being asked like that, "just crazy! When I have debt with people, do what ogeb!" sewot Dea with sarcasm.

"Lo whose name is Dea?!" said the one thug with earrings lined up on the auricle, his face glowing greasy as he lowered his slayer.

"Why?!" as always, this girl would be haughty if faced with a stranger.

"Gini deh bro, sorry..What business do you have with Dea? We're all finished now with me," Willy has always acted the most mature there. Dea even close the body attached to the body Gibran and Willy for fear, without him realizing among the thugs there are those who pay attention to him with a grin behind his slayer while leaning a tat pan on the motorcycle seat.

"OK, whose name is Deanada Kharisma, you can be here. And the others are back!"

The thugs are given a cue to separate Dea from Willy and Gibran making the situation a sudden chaos.

"Gee!"

Willy and Gibran did not not not fight, but they were outnumbered, in there Kirana and Ingrid were already creaking, then a thug approached Dea and grabbed Dea from behind separating them from the chaos situation to his bike, "uh! Uh!" Dea rebelled with her elbow as well as wiggling her legs as hard as possible, "woyyy! Release me!"

"Who the hell is it?!!"

"What is my business?!"

"Gue don't feel like there's a gang of thugs like this!!!"

"Dea!"

"Dea!"

"You come with me now," taking out his penknife and pointing it at Dea.

Deg !

As soon as Dea was silent, she felt familiar with the voice. The young man put Dea in his motorcycle seat, the eyes of the young man who took him without doing any more resistance, although faint and so clear because it was covered with slayer, he felt familiar with the voice.

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"Dea!"

"Woy! What do you want, we love! Origin of Dea!" willy shouted from there.

"Temen you won't do anything! Just let's pinch for a second!"

"Yes but don't have to be piso all dong!"

"Kalo until Dea why-why I want your face all!" appoint Gibran and Willy fiery, had hit a raw bogeman also by them and was held by some of them.

"Handle," the young man asked Dea, the girl complied despite still trying to digest everything.

The motor is turned on and Dea gets further away from the crowd. Without much asking Dea tightened her grip on the jacket beside the young man who began to carry her through the night streets.

"De, you ask for help if you feel threatened!" gibran shouted, Dea nodded slowly from there.

It was like doing a race. Dea know this road, it is taken to Setiabudhi area, an area that is always crowded in the hours of returning home office and after magrib. The motor turns to the right through a lush housing overgrown with large trees, he slightly tightened his thin cardigan because it feels the air is getting pierced by the skin, until one house with a crowd resuscitates Dea, if it turns out he was invited to a house like a club headquarters.

...'Thunderbolt Brotherhood's'...

With the symbol of the motor and lightning geer framed by the shape of red and black hexagons.

His heart was pounding again when he saw from the outside only so many young men who looked like mules, but there was also a female figure. But that's where they stopped. Some of them extended their necks out to see the arrival of Dea, who outside had already noticed Dea and the young man.

"Take target, brad?!" kekehnya cleft grinning, reciprocated by the lifting of the thumb in the air by the young man.

"Down" he ordered, Dea shook her head, "no!!"

The young man finally chose to go down first without even opening his slayer and helmet.

"Down!" his jolt again, but the harder he ruled, the more stubborn Dea was, the girl tightened her seat and held the handlebar of the motor.

"Nih nantangin girl," kekehnya.

"Why? Want to go out again piso? Just stab!" challenge Dea glared fiercely, as if to drive away fear even though still the face could not lie if he was afraid.

The young man opened his helmet and took down the black slayer that had been faithfully covering his face. Dea's gaze became a bitch. Long enough Dea saw Rifal, until long his eyes began to glaze over.

Buk up!

Buk up!

Small fists were now holstered against Rifal's chest, making the young man laugh.

"Why do you have to be rich in gini?! If my asthma suddenly relapses in front of people how was it? Very good geb!" his nagging lowered his head, Dea was relieved at last his guess was right.

"Why wear a piso lipet!"

Rifal pressed his chest against Dea's lowered head and hugged her, rubbing her from the shoot to the nape.

"I miss you, De.." he muttered at the sound of crickets and the chatter of humans on the porch.

"I told you I wouldn't let you go to a nightclub" Rifal said, representing all the answers to all the questions Dea had in mind, including Dea's assessment of him, Rifal is a possessive and reckless young man.

"Why should I, Fal? If it's just the Kasian, I swear I don't need your taste of kasian..." Dea looked.

"Can't you, your mind shouldn't be so narrow? I'm not the kind of young man who can easily get along with people, you can see that, I can be sadistic with you,"

Dea blinked to break eye contact with him, "kalo kangen why chat I don't you bales?" ask Dea.

Rifal smiled slantingly and instead invited Dea down to get acquainted with his friends.

"Here I know each other," asked Rifal to hold Dea's hand.

"This is Fal, tea tad?"

"Weheyyy, it's Fal! Bring the k-pop" no other and not Vian.

But a sneering gaze was aimed at by a girl sitting in the corner, she was scrutinizing Dea from top to bottom like she was comparing who she was.

Dea felt that the girl did not like him, but the two had just met, even greeting him yet, but it seemed so quickly he had his own value for Dea.

But he's Deanada Kharisma, not caring about those who don't know him.

"Sit De," Vian shifted his seat to invite Dea while Rifal himself looked outside again, somewhere.

"Oh this.." the girl snorted as if disparaging.

"Far away from Hana" he swerved and walked out of the room. Just so Dea frowned, "is that healthy?" his murmur was slowly thawing.

"Don't take it, don't you go to the nightclub for ajo jing?!" such a Vian snort was a temptation.

"Follow temen," Dea replied, Rifal returned with a crackle of food, not the typical white crackle of the supermarket, but the typical black crackle of the food stall. From the outside alone he has been sharing the exact snack of the child again birthday make the atmosphere instantly ripple.

At first the crackle was full, until he approached Dea only half filled with packaged fruit juice, mineral water, potato chips and biscuits the best time.

"The cocktail was replaced by aja vita," he said making Vian laugh, "where's the question, Fal?!"

"Buy!" mukas Rifal sat on the sofa next to Dea by lifting his legs up.

"You're nodong I'm using piso, thud Willy and Gibran keep kidnapping me just to be taught to drink bua vita apple?" dea asked, one of Rifal's friends laughed laughingly hearing him.

"Yes" replied Rifal casually.

"Badass! Remarkable De, MIPA 3 mah metusikan absurdnya the Rama," said Vian. Dea shook his head, there was a boisterous sound of various types of motor engines from outside like people touring, and it turned out that the children who had stopped Willy's car had returned.

"Where are you bro?! Accepted ngga? Haven't you shot tea yet?!" suddenly the question escaped the young man who had threatened Willy.

"Ehhh, or don't open the card, Jang!" added another, Dea felt uncomfortable with the atmosphere inside here, Rifal took him outside, right on the porch barrier.

"here," pull it. Dea was interested in bringing with her bua vita in the hand she was sucking.

"What does he mean Fal?" ask Dea.

Rifal cleared his throat, still not letting go of Dea's hand, "De..."

Not a thing Dea has shaken, "don't Fal, if you intend to shoot me. I don't want to, I will never accept you."

Rifal frowned cluelessly, after what they went through, Dea did not want to be in a relationship with him, was this girl joking, did she not know how Rifal behaved if his wish was not achieved?

"I resisted heartbreak for the umpteenth time" Dea continued.

"I refuse separation, quarrels, which will make me sick..."

"Better like this. You know I can't prioritize anyone, I can't choose between you or Inggrid and each other... Please understand,"

Rifal let go of Dea's hand, and sure enough, he had punched the wall of the pillar behind him to vent his frustration.

"When is De ?! Tell me until when I have to wait. said I, you're us?"

"Have you had any trauma before?" ask Rifal.

"I'm not rich, what should you fear?! Is it because of my rich life?! Is it because of my family, MIPA 3? Or because of your toxic cs?"

"You can accept who the outside youth is but why do I not? Is it because of the first impression? Is that a first impression to you? Open your mind Deanada!" rifal's emotions overflowed, causing Dea to retreat from her position. The flashback of the incident at Rifal's house was clearly reflected in Dea's brain, is now Rifal going to vent all emotions on him?

"Armghhh!" Rifal groaned and hit the wall again, his attitude was luring Rifal friends out including Vian. The first thing Vian did was bring Dea to the back of his body.

"Liet bro! Why?!"

Rifal shook his head, his chest was still up and down he set by exhaling deeply and scooping his breath as deeply as possible.

"That's it, I'm nothing," Rifal glanced at the clock, "it's a shame that you came home" he told Dea.

"Sorry, if it makes you more ilfeel.." he continued staring at Dea.

"Gue anter Dea back first," added Rifal to the others asserted, Dea nodded at Vian as a sign of goodbye, his eyes accidentally fell on the girl who was staring at Dea off guard.

Rifal never hesitated to put his jacket on Dea's body before they began their journey home.

Along the way the two just fell silent without saying a word, until the gate of the Dea housing complex looks still no words said.

As usual, the Rifals would circle the other block until they entered the Dea block of houses from the back number and stopped at several houses as close as the Dea house.

"Thanks, though,"

"Go to bed" replied Rifal coldly.

"You're going straight home, right?" ask Dea to worry.

Rifal saw the girl a long time ago, "I want to race." Rifal immediately left there without a smile as usual.

Sorry, I love you Rifaldi Elvan January.....

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Ekhem, did ad briefly😁 Dea same Rifal more exciting huh? But unfortunately only here, their coz will have their own house, slebewww 😜😜 Cucumberid, have not been patient to action so we have it Fal same neng Dede...next we make a house Rifal-Dea and of course there will be many surprises there, see you dear😍😍