My love is Talented by the Pasar Soleh Thugs
ngidam rujak's
happy reading all 😍
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bismillah
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the words of Rama who agreed to fulfill my craving continued to ring in my brain along with the fresh shadow of the mango that has not yet fully matured, it seems like it will be enough to make my brain refreshed again because of the tiredness of the course which is enough to make my brain scream waving to the camera, I want to go home soon...want it allowed the owner or have to be in another way like Rama used to be important I want the mango.
I haven't seen Airin and the others in days after college because they are busy with BEM .
Rama set with a sweet smile already nangkring in the parking lot with the beloved Jagur, sometimes I am still uncomfortable with the gaze of other students who do not know that I am already married ,maybe rarely or even no one is the same status as me, the condition of the stomach is no longer a secret, anyway I have run out of sense to cover it ,I don't think this is a disgrace to be covered up by the general public ,since Rama forbade me to wear jeans to campus now most of my clothes dress below the knee modeled baby doll and flatshoes or sneakers that do not increase my height.
my smile brightened when our eyes met 'if not immediately remembered maybe I had run.
" hay dede..??!! how's lesson?? " tanya Rama rubbed my stomach swab, before finally pairing the seatbelt
" Alhamdulillah is wonderful Allahuakbar.." I replied with enthusiasm and chuckled...
" a.so today ask for the mango Mr Ranu???" tanyaku with puppy eyes.he cleared his throat to expel discomfort, a little hesitant to answer why everything related to me must be related also to Mr. Ranu.he tightened his hands on the steering wheel of the car and smiled bitterly
" god willing.." he answered.
again he must go back to that time..
the car arrived right in front of the house of Mr. Ranu like a beautiful cottage following a fruit tree that spoils the eyes, especially for pregnant women who are cravings like me.
okay ! blame Mita who told me the story of the unfaedah, he should just skip the scene of stealing mangoes that even boomerang for Rama in particular.
I rubbed a gentle swab of my stomach "de. who is patient well, shakyatin aja daddynya from dalem there.." said I, Rama grimacing.
" de...lain time ask not the strange strange .." he said to my stomach.
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" already hunted a.." I encourage Rama to tell him to go into the yard of the house of Mr. Ranu the famous killer ,his face was marked by the owner of the house as one of the faces of the young man on his blacklist.
" who.. permission used to be the same who had.don't be rich first, I don't want our children to eat the stolen mangoes.." replied Rama.
" yes it's rich Robin hood, cool a.." said I who even praised the act of unworthiness before God and the country , somehow I even liked the badboy nature of my husband used to be , although now I reject it strongly.don't until later the child I bear a frequency with his father, if it happens can die young I made, he made it,I gave 20 thumbs up for Abah and Ambu could be strong against the behavior of Rama all this time.
" as cool as Robin hood keep ajai misturi the title that.." condemned his behavior used to be like a lack of teachings.
" yes amit amit jabang baby do not get rich dede daddyya yes.." answered me stroking elus my round belly cheered on Rama "if it doesn't look like who would look like, who ???if men should be as handsome as I am. masa would be rich abay.." he added.
" aamiin.." I muttered.
" sa....!!"
" .....!!!" a heavy sound came from inside the house.
the slanted black peci and the sagging cloth that he had fixed his trademark from long ago, he came out from inside the living room welcoming who was coming
his face recognized the figure of Rama who grinned wide, as if he knew that he was an old fugitive who was difficult to catch and now even handed himself , Pak Ranu's eyebrows bend sharply
" this is the son of Hajj who used to help my mango, right ???!!!" the word holily seemed to disarm all the defenses of Rama who smiled bitterly
bad first impression, I endured the almost explosive laughter of seeing this naughty husband of mine, look at his dead flea face, not to be ashamed but I was more and more amazed at him , Rama is not afraid of an old man like Mr. Ranu who I believe with his skinny look can not be compared with Rama about fighting, but his bad boy Rama, his bad boy sebadboy he , but , Rama still appreciates people older than him, if it is not Rama, how many gangsters he can conquer only with his bare hands but not with his parents...
" sir.my wife again cravings, to want to eat mango fruit that is there "pointing Rama politely
" can money be same sir??or else, what can it be ???" ask her again
mr. Ranu sighed while watching me "but there are conditions." replied Ranu sir, I and Rama raised eyebrows.
" what is sir ???" ask Rama.
" i don't need money . I just want aa ustadz to pray fardhu prayer . I really miss and admire young people who pray in mosques .." he replied...
I was surprised by the answer from Mr. Ranu, it turns out that this Ranu sir is one of the leading ranks fans of Rama, then why should Rama be afraid of him ???one thing I learned is that a man is afraid because of his own sin..
Rama glazed indeed for a long time he rarely again received congregational prayers in the mosque because of his busyness, always the village elders who are already old who are diligent in congregation, especially the elderly, it seems like pr for his and the youth forum of the mosque to find seeds of prospective imam and muezzin prospective mosque which has now begun to be rare because of eroded era ,making the youth now spend more time to take care of the world and entertainment alone that will trap them in laziness that haqiqi...
mr. Ranu is not as scary as it sounds, after getting the green light from the owner, Rama and I were directed towards the yard by the owner, until under the mango tree whose fruit was hanging heavily, my eyes sparkled , Rama began to open his shirt and shoes and I held him up and climbed up, I looked up from below to show him which mango he should take.. after feeling enough Rama down even with permission and sincerity of the owner of the ants were reluctant to disturb Rama
" watch out ati ati a.." I cried.
" sir thank you, yes." I was happy to hang some mangoes picked with a stalk.
" same same..aa ustadz awaited his presence in the mosque village.." said Mr. Ranu, Rama nodded "inshaallah sir is cultivated as much as possible...." the answer is Mr. Ranu smiled he also knew what kind of busy Rama, Ranu sir often gather and chat with Abah Haji.
" he was a.he was a good person really.aa aja who had a sin to be afraid.." my oceh.
" yes.get in! ,we go home." she replied.
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arriving at home there is still a task waiting for Rama, making spice rujak
" a...where are you going???" my question was to hold his arm, just got out of the car and was about to sit his pan*tat on the sofa.
" what else, who...???" his sighing signified the fatigue being held back
" make his spice.." whinekku .
" can't be who.. later pesesesan or salinity ..!" he replied, My lips are pouting, now, if Rama refuses or tries to argue the reflex of my lips pursed, so as to make Rama would not want to obey my request,
" yes that.." he undoes the intention to sit on the sofa and then go to the kitchen and I follow with a little tiptoe jubilant handed some mangoes .
" that's good, mang, nerima that's not good because of it." I cried.
I piled my chin on both palms watching the sexy renderer bin hot... Rama took off his shirt
" mang rawitnya 4 yes.." request an me...
" ready beautiful neng." she answered giving her thumb.
" look yes who..pengukang jamu professionals want to act." he said so jago by playing the throws thrown to the right and to the left.
" ihh do not play it a..later jatoh got a foot ..." cried 'em, but he with exorbitant style like a pro chef.
" pork....!!!" the ulekan fell right at his feet, my mouth gaping and then grimacing along to feel the pain
" ow....!!!" sontak Rama jerked and raised his leg hit by a stone
" o Allah a.... is sick right ???what I said!!!" I immediately crouched to reach Rama's reddened legs and immediately sat Rama rubbed and blew Rama's big toe but before long I laughed
" pffftt..chef pro his stupidity of the yoke.." my laughter was satisfied until my stomach felt cramping.
" dear even laugh again.what you do is eviltt...!!!" he said it made me laugh more
" your ashes are so so an anyway.pake thrown everything ..." answered me wiping the tears that came out because I was so satisfied laughing.
" does it still hurt ???" I blew his big toe
" it must be in the sun first let it not hurt." he replied.
" your feet are dirty." I refused by moving them away and standing up.
" don't be legged but here." point it at his lips while he's turning his lips like a fish.
" mode...!! ga connect the sore feet that want to on the sun of his lips.." my eyes narrowed with lips curved like a rainbow shape, already know and memorize well with the sense of my man's will.
I close my face to the face of Rama , Rama who is ready to look fixed on my red lips looks adorable but instead of kissing Rama my lips forward towards Rama's ears
" i'm waiting for spice rujak,a.dede already demo nanyain spice rujak.." whispered I then keep my face staring with a hearty and beautiful smile as a shadowy angel...
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I put the pieces of mango fruit that is still white into the spice rujak, until Rama's face grimaced and held his salivation that was so faint that he was horrified, it must have tasted sour "what is it ??good ???" ask her not to feel it directly, just look at it Rama has shuddered with pain
" emhhh." I tasted and tasted the spices made by Rama.
" great...!!" I answered while pulling and wasting my breath because it was quite spicy, had a debate with Rama because the amount of crab that I asked did not make sense, not a portion for humans he said
" that's not mostly later on the Kasian pesesesesan..." Rama who accompanied me occasionally grimaced, he worried about the fate of his son inside because he was given food that was less worthy according to him , just a few pieces, I was satisfied
" the rest aa abisin, I'm already full.want to rest first to the room..."
both of his eyebrows shot up "me who ???!!!" point it at himself, I nodded
" that is, my time.later dede pesesesan a..mana asem really kasian dede.." I replied copying Rama's speech.
" but I do not like spicy food." replied Rama, I scowled disappointed.
" eat a...!! dede wants to see her daddy eat the same rich food she ate....!!" my whinek now forces Rama to open his mouth and devour the pieces of young mango that has been in the makeup of the spice rujak.
" daddy ga cs nih de.masa daddy don't want.." I'm looking for a defense on a fetus that is growing increasingly adorable.
" once a.." forced me, Rama remained silent
" for my sake a.demi dede.." I said.
" very well yes, but the abis diobatin use kiss.." Rama bargained.
"it's not in the market a. ga.n.a to bargain.." I replied.
Rama devoured a piece of mango covered with herbs, his face reddened with spicy and withstanding the sour taste of mango, Rama immediately took a drink
" gleukk..."
" who had not been dikusininya eat, that mango asem really feel drink vinegar.mana the spice asinn really rich sea water.." sarcasm wipe the tongue wipe clean.
the taste of pregnant women is beyond reason how can seasoning seasoning and this bike is called delicious Inner Rama.
" already throw away ...then you are the same with stomach pain..." Rama brushed off my hand that was about to take another piece of young mango.
just because the pieces of young mango just splash up to make the kitchen mess, I am still whining asking for spices and young mangoes because Rama brought away and want to throw it away , according to Rama this food is inhumane.I held Rama's arm to take back the fruit and the spice, but Rama was stronger and forbade it violently.
" i'll buy you the one that you deserve to eat..."
" drrta...."
" drrta....."
rama's phone is shaking
" a..the market is under attack by people...!!" squealing someone from the end of the phone, the raut of his face immediately turned cold, this is the badboy who makes people shudder in horror to face him, from the romance of his face alone has been felt to the cold heart of his face
" who ??" I asked when Rama closed his phone, he smiled but the smile felt just to make me calm.
" Rian.." she replied, "it's a pity that I have to go for a while, there's a small problem that I have to solve." she said, cupping both my shoulders and then pecking my forehead long ago.
2 Years with him, I know this attitude
" a don't want to...!! don't act weird...!!" I pulled Rama and hugged him
" you who.I just want to solve the problem in the market.not a big problem ko.." he replied soothingly, I still shook my head.
" which,please this time is just,,,ga all about fighting..it's actually an old problem that has been protracted.." his gaze begged for my understanding.
" that I go with you." I replied, remain spoiled to him as if not far away, so that Rama did not do anything of the sort.
" don't, which ..I don't want you to be the same for anything." she answered gently rubbing my hair.
" this is the one time, the promise of no fight..." Rama showed me both fingers asking for my trust.
" promise ???" much
" god willing." she nodded her head to believe.
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