My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)

My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
CUPID-MUTIA: WANT TO BE A SOLDIER


Mutia came home with her mother's invitation.


"Cup, ngafe first?" tanya Tian headed towards the parking lot by holding Tasya.


"Who's there?" ask her.


"Rama is with Nara. While doing Chemistry," Yusuf nodded not to have to think 2 times if only papa-mama class MIPA 3 only.


Here they are, a retro-style cafe in Braga number.


"Ck-ck! Didn't expect me, cupid turned out to be rich! Great con!" decak Tasya brews his own ice coffee, befriending fries, maccaroni schotel, and chesscake.


Joseph who wore a hat with a pad to the back was leaning his body, "gue no intention of deceit, Sya. Just want to get a sincere temen dapet," he replied, issuing his identity in front of Tasya and Nara.


"The Sincere is another concert in the capital, Cup." Nara laughed, scooping her cake into her mouth, alternating with Rama.


"Gue wants a list of Ian's milestones," he chirped them in surprise.


"What? Akmil?" ask Tian.


"Edyann! A true love fighter, tos!" Rama clenched his hands at Joseph for joy.


"The real Cup, do not just because Mutia is fooled by your army so kelojotan want to be a soldier. Must be of determination and heart." added Nara.


"That!" Tasya nodded, "lagian akmil hard cup list, I tell ya.sata om I, adeknya papa who is now nugas in Sorong, so the army there are 3 lanes, so there are 3 lanes, the first is the lowest level of enlisted, continue bintara, new akmil, if enlisted anyway usually for smp graduates, if bintara same akmil new tuh sma but education is just as different training, if the training is different, bintara ngga during akmil and not as difficult as akmil. If akmil nih, candidates for officers, it takes 4 years but later you will have a title, sort of his bachelor's degree that deh!" obviously Tasya, Yusuf is getting challenged and excited, he likes challenges.


"Lo know Shay?" yusuf asked enthusiastically, he straightened his body.


"You know, he's a land-based matra officer, Cup! It's in Sorong now,"


Joseph immediately shifted his chair and turned Tasya's chair over following the little girl's body and sat down in front of her.


"Eh, what the fuck!" Tasya exclaimed in surprise to make Nara and Rama laugh with the silly behavior of Yusuf, the article is in the cafe which is a public place, and this young man even sat down to rest rich again with the same eye kakung.


"Even me, cup.cup! This chick I'm a light cup, but don't be evicted too!" tian Namel.


"Yes, help me! I want to go in akmil!" begingly.


"Gue buy whatever you want, bags, shoes? What brand? Nike, adidas, Hermes, channel, or a set of computer gamers, I buy!"


"That's mah-lo's wrong target, not Tasya's. But make the laki!" kekeh Rama shook his head.


"What the heck lo, om I do not necessarily want to help you..that is the name is cheating, anyway if it could be indeed ortu you would love permission? Must have a parent/guardian Cup license, continue lo'nya qualified nih? Because it's nothing, okay if I help you until the gate but the time so cadets lo will be tortured if not able to balance other cadets..."


"Gue sure you can!" the answer is sure to make Tasya raise next to his eyebrows julid, is it?


"Gue was not sure, the son of a rich sultan you can enter, cup. At most you can fight a fight," Tasya sneer.


"It's your toughest challenge first om same aunt first, cup!" added Tian.


"Well, you don't be a cup durhakim kid. Restu ortu tuh can nganterin us success," said Rama chewed fries.


"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no pas'an wants to be an officer. If you want to report from now on it must be repaired cup, because it will be seen that your values must be in accordance with their standards..."


Joseph glanced at Nara who was drinking with a ignorant smile, "what?" ask Nara.


"Ma, help me learn!"


"Take me again!" rama said throwing potatoes at Yusuf who had been chuckling with a horse.


"Physical must also be strong cup!" Tasya nodded, now switched to plucking maccaroni schotel, obviously he was greedy nyemil.toh all this free from Cupid.


"There's the same bongsor paRam!" he replied as if the treaty this time will not end in vain, suppose he was seducing the four to help.


"Lo sampe seginya really cup, lo seriously want to be a soldier?" tanya Tian looked at his pal was clingy.


With a sure nod, Yusuf convinced himself to climb something new, more challenging, more exciting, more everything than the monotonous life that is being lived now, being a businessman behind a computer desk really makes him want to throw all the company file paper scattered, since childhood he was fed up with life being a businessman is so sickening to make a fuss, he said, he wanted to be a fighter like his dreams as a child, so the police? Yes, because the brown uniform really likes nilang cupid on the road, so this young man undoes his ideals so the police and even swear that these brown uniforms do not want any more money until the apocalypse. Finally he changed his ninja path to a striped uniform.



He stuck his bag next to his shoulder and went into a quiet, silent room. Always like this state of the house, there is no one other than the 3 household assistants but they prefer to be in the back of the house.



A piece of note paper is attached to the refrigerator with an ice cream magnet as the holder.



*Mama arisan, papa out of town*.



This is what he hates, his parents are too busy with his own world, he feels alone even though he is not really alone.



He scrolls Mutia's name on his phone, intending to take the girl out to drive out boredom. He also suddenly missed, seeing Tian with Tasya, Rama with Nara while he was alone?



***Yusuf***



*Yank, yuhuu😍 road yuk*!



***Mutia***



*What is Cupid, meaning walk*?



***Yusuf***



*Street time, take the bike! Around Bandung, so as not to be considered arrogant with the governor*.



***Mutia***



*Neither*?



***Yusuf***




***Mutia***



*OK 😌 fortunately I am good, so be willing to be the same guy not rich capital you*.



Joseph chuckled crisply at the reply from Pearl, if the girl knew that she had more than 50 thousand, even 50 million she jabanin. But the girl was sincerely close to him, unlike most girls.



He then threw his phone into the bed, preferring to change his clothes immediately.



The black wooden cabinet door was wide open, rows of suits and shirts hanging neatly wrapped in plastic laundry were not glimpsed, which he achieved only black t shirts only.



It did not take long for him to get ready, in just 15 minutes he was ready to slide into the Pearl house.



"Eh, where is Yusuf? Group work?" asked Mutia's mother who was on the terrace.



"Yes ma'am, want to go out." he replied, there was a bit of a bitter heart because Muti's mother only considered him Muti's classmate, even though she had often picked Mutia up and invited him out, very insensitive. But is it wrong? Between him and Muti, there is no relationship other than dark, dark because the future is not yet visible.



"Hay Cups! Have you been waiting a long time?" mutia asked, the girl came out with a pair of skinny jeans and a pink blouse.



"Oh new inga.. Want now?"



"Neng, don't be long. Indra wants to go home.." the mother's message, to be honest, the short speech now makes the two throw awkward gazes at each other.



"Oh mama, don't bring Indra. Make an empet," he replied.



"Don't do it or neng" his mother replied.



"Yes mother's abisnya, ni ngga no more tea.h already ah go first! Assalamu'alaikum!"



"Wa'alaikumsalam."



Mutia received a helmet from Joseph, "let's aunt.." she said.



Mama Mutia threw her smile.



There was no chatter as long as they came out of Muti's compound, "sorry, mama..."



"Neverything,"



It was as if the two had the same thoughts, yet were stuck at the base of the tongue. Irregular heartbeats seem fast and fast like the beating of a cannon.



"Mouth,"



"Cup,"



The two laughed together, "ladiest first." he said.



"You were, then,"



The two chatted in a high tone as it collided with the wind.



"Cup, really...What is our relationship?"


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