My love is Talented by the Pasar Soleh Thugs
the movement is ridiculous
happy reading all 😍
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bismillah
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" your heart is a...!!" answer me
he nodded "dede wait at home with mother, father,." he said before he kissed my stomach.
Rama immediately grabbed his jacket and then the motorbike key and gas tank.this time he managed to avoid the sour taste of young mango .
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Rama parked his motorcycle in the market parking lot, after getting news where the rioters had made a noise in the market that was always peaceful, except for the sound of the cries of the traders who offered his merchandise, he said, some of his men who maintain order direct him towards the back of the market, his eyes found a young man wearing a black leather jacket , dressed in jeans like his and typical school shoes are challenging some of Rama's men gallantly, his stature is the same as Rama's, Rama approached hurriedly and prepared to throw his fist at the young man ,he pulled his back jacket and landed his raw bogeman on the young man's jaw until he fell to the ground and heaps of baskets, his lips rewarded with torn wounds but he could still smile and laugh.
" bro meningan you guys take care of the market, let him be my business." cried Rama who was taken in by others.
many times he lifted a fist but Rama managed to fend it off and pushed it back down, Rama even pulled his jacket until the owner was carried away, entered the market toilet and flushed it with cold water.
" the anger must be watered by water....!!" heed
" pardon a.." she answered holding her whole body in pain.
Rama left him lying in the bathroom , the young man came out and sat down in front of the toilet with a drenched state he looked down .
" replace your clothes..." Rama handed over his T-shirt that was in Abah's kiosk.
he looked up "thank you a.." he replied, Rama sat next to him, looking up at the twilight sky that had shown the light of his throne,
" to escape ???" ask her.
" a Rama always knew if I had any more problems." he answered, opening his leather jacket and wet t-shirt featuring an athletic body like a model milk l-men.
" no need to show off, you also have a rich loe...!!" sarcasm Rama patted the stomach to know the box.
" yes I know...kang Miftah with the others how are you, a??" ask her
" Thank God be good..."
" loe's wife ???"
" well.again pregnant now." replied Rama.
he laughed "safe brother already want to be a prospective father.gue so curious what rich girl can naklukin warlord bin nyeleneh rich loe..." he said whether it was a form of praise or a trick .
" yu to the house but rapiin first clothes loe.jangan sampe my wife loe rich so that, there is me who affected him ..." Rama stood up to his motorbike. Armilo chuckled
" why are you afraid of not being given rations ???or being told to pick up mosquitoes ???" he was increasingly laughing, he knew by coming to Bandung and meeting his friend who he had considered his own brother was the right decision to momentarily calm the mind of all his problems.
Rama went home, but he had no motor behind him.
" heid...."
" ha'alaikumsalam....."
my eyebrows frowned, but it seems that abah and ambu are no stranger to this figure, I was surprised by my two in-laws, do they not be one of the members of the motorcycle gang ???hehehe they always knew this kind of kid, or they opened an orphanage before??, I was in the backyard reading a book about college lessons in the back gazebo approaching , Rama immediately walked towards me and kissed my forehead
" emhhh..bundanya dede already fragrant.." he said.
" yes ..,! and daddy still stinks.." My nose sniffed Rama's body "the smell of chicken ihhh ...bath there.." I pushed Rama's thrust towards the bathroom.
" who.knew Armilo, my friend from Jakarta.." Rama introduced Milo..
" Narasheila..My wife .." said Rama did not allow Milo to shake hands with me, so I just smiled.
" oh so this is a girl who can naklukin warlord bin silly rich loe ,a.." replied Milo "I'm Milo kaka-in-law." he replied.
" Mile..!" peekkik Abah
" sir. !!! Milo miss bah..!!!" Milo runs towards Abah, if the Miftah kang is spoiled at ambu , Milo is more clop with Abah hajj .
" who the hell is he ??" much
" he's one of the scallions in the gang, he has long moved to Jakarta with his parents" replied Rama
" don't talk about him anymore...! mening now you're ready to dress me up, take a shower !! later the bundanya dede ga wants to be hugged hug ..kan peril.."
rama said, peeping at my cheek and running towards the stairs .
" ihhh ..daddy flirty !!!" I followed after Rama with red cheeks.
" which ...!!! don't run away...!!" pekik Rama commemorated, I immediately stopped running small and started walking.
" bah.aa since when did he become a Bollywood actor, pursue lebay that???" ask Milo, who can not be separated to see sweet moments as sweet as honey from an old bride and groom.
" since knowing Neng Nara.." replied Abah sipping black coffee.
for a moment Milo became sad, his brain was always ringing with the adorable face of Caramel.
"how are you ??" asked Abah to break his daydream.
" ba. bah well bah.." replied Milo did not want to discuss any longer about his parents, which became one of the reasons he fled here.
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" a.pake this shirt yes yes.." my proposal shows a pink t-shirt neatly stored in the closet Rama, this dress was never seen used by Rama, Rama,then why just be a display in the closet, baby when I think it's funny if Rama wears pink clothes, how gemes gemes...
Rama shook his head "don't that rich chick.."
Rama never knew the color of color that he knew only the color of dark mostly black, white, dark brown, and navy...
" why is it in your closet???it's a pity that it's rarely made. "my answer.
" it's an old dress loved by Milo.no that one.." replied Rama who still did not wear a thread with the bottom wrapped in a towel .
" this is aja daddy.lucu loh.daddy his dede gemesin.." said gemas.
" yes..yes.yes..yes...????" my ray...
" let's dong daddy.." I asked "dede want to see daddy wear that shirt.." I whine.
Rama sighed "but if you want to replace pilgrims ....!!" the conditions.
I nodded quickly "yes, again with me at home aja use her.." My enthusiasm, you don't want Rama to wear it, my eyes sparkled to see the pinkyboy in front of me.
destroyed already the pride of badboy cruel and famous as the combat commander of the most respected motorcycle gang in the city of Bandung, just because planting his superior seeds in the womb of someone he loved so much, he said,he was willing to become a member of the boyband unyu unyu, as now he is in a sweet style by putting both his hands under his chin, smiling as if his face is a blossoming flower...
when her son is born and grows up, I will tell her how lucky I am to be loved by her father.
I laughed at Rama's sour face,
" that...! it's entered Maghrib time I change first clothes directly to the mosque.." permission.
" yeah, it's a.kaos kokonya a..kaos pinknya taro aja there for change later ..." pointed me to the bed.
" yes, I think what does not make the mother the same dede.." pinched gash.
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just a few days Milo stayed at home , he had returned to Jakarta he said there was a sudden business and he had to finish.
I was standing in front of the mirror, a white-and-white outfit complete with a veil I attached to one side of the shoulder .
" beautiful...!!" kecup Rama who also has a matching coloured cocoa shirt, looks handsome.
" yuu came down, you have come.." take me.
ambu held a 4-monthly study, and invited the mother of the neighboring mother around, my family was also present , Rama who was busy working took the time to attend and chant do'a do'a for his prospective baby
the atmosphere is so solemn, the age of 4 months in Islam is the age where Allah blows the spirit on the fetus is conceived, this is the beginning where the baby can feel the touch and hear the voice of the outside world .
abah's house is still crowded by the neighbors who just finished studying in white clothes like people who are manasik hajj. cake dishes lined up as a treat for guests ,the food box and parcel boxes are neatly arranged to be given to the study guests who attended the event, guava and mamah really planned this event perfectly.
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one by one the guests who were present gradually returned home, with my family who were still here to chat because it had never met for a long time, there was a special day Ayu tea came home with her army husband...
because it is stuffy with the atmosphere of many people in the house, I prefer to sit in the rear gazebo looking for the wind and cool air.
" dukk...!!" Rama suddenly startled me by putting his head on my thigh, his head facing towards my stomach caressing it affectionately and kissing it affectionately, looks great affection even though this child was not born yet .
my hand touched and rubbed the head of Rama, Rama closed his eyes enjoying this moment his mouth was trained to chant the prophet's prayers and letters listed in the Qur'an, as if inviting his prospective baby to hum along.
" healthy healthy son." he murmured.
something strange happened there, like understanding what Rama said, my stomach moved like jelly and Rama felt it...
he gasped in shock and suddenly pulled his head "which...!! what was that ???" her question with a facial expression that made me laugh, a look of shock and gawking into one .
" dede said a. narrowness he was kicking the slide.." My answer represents the answer of my prospective son does not know true or I just answer the origin .
" it was dede who kicked me, who ???" she asked, I nodded her smile fluffy like a doughnut..
her hand was taped again to my stomach, she started her conversation with the child ...
" de..dede can beat the daddy, right ??? ask her
my stomach moves again as if responding to every speech Rama, he likes not to play, the little guy who is still in my kadungan moves for the first time and that is because of his response to his father's voice..either he is happy or uncomfortable because his father is chatty like a potter who always offers his merchandise to mother village.
" dede don't be naughty, son.daddy nungguin dede here same mother, daddy same mother dear very same dede.." he said , I laughed again because it felt amused in the skin part of my stomach , the fetal activity in my stomach is quite intense, I concluded this baby like his father, naughty and do not want to be silent...
" a ..already a.geli...!!" I said grimacing and trying to keep Rama's head away.
Rama has got like his new toy now, his hands never let loose hugging my stomach, from today my pa*ha will be a cushion for Rama put his head when he took off the longing on his son.
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I lay my head down, my sleeping position is now often sideways because of the advice of the obstetrician.
" .....!!" Rama jumped on the bed and woke me up sitting
" ihh...aa don't do that...!!!" my sarcasm pushes Rama's shoulders grinned wide no longer position hugging me from behind, now I'm like set aside, a variety of chicks that died a ... forgotten !!? rich son wasted, Rama lay side by side facing my stomach and then hugged him while inviting him to chat occasionally kissed him.
" a..I'm not considered a???" my lips pouted at Rama who looked up
" so now sirik mother same dede nih ???" her question covered my nose
" has been menggelonin dede later mother, alternation." he replied.
" dede has been a bobo.." I again scowled spoiled.
" who said ???ko dede ga said that just now.." let Rama , he raised his head so in front of me the distance is only a few inches, until the fresh breath felt on my skin.
" what did Dede just say ??" tanyaku ,Rama is like a psychic connecting communication to his prospective children only.
" dede said he wanted to see daddy, who...! want to play with his daddy.." he rubbed my hair and tidied it.
I patted his chest hard until a sound was heard
" pakka....!!"
" aww.." he complained but then laughed.
" it's impossible to say rich...!!" sarcasm
" where do you know ???" the question is challenging as if you can know what the 18-week fetus says.
" i am a. who hummed dede so know what you want dede." I replied with great emphasis in each word ,
" but I'm her daddy !! yang nanem seedlings,dede could be because the water is from me...!!" I immediately closed his mouth
" water...water.. I guess I'm torn..
my eyes that had been smeared because of drowsiness, even so awake because of this perverted husband...
Rama opened my arms from his mouth "dede kepingin looked at the same daddy.point !!" said Rama.
" ga denger.ga horrified.." My tease while closing my ears and eyes.
Rama caught my hand and locked it and pushed my body to its back, keeping both hands on my head
" mother diem aja..daddy want to play the same dede.." his eyes look into my eyes fixed.
" herear....!!!"
the lights were turned off and I only resigned as Rama began to swoop in and look at his son and the sigh came out of my mouth uncontrollably..
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must be curious who Armilo and Caramel are, calm gengs after the completion of the CDPPS story, we dive into the life of this Rama sohib who insyaallah is no less exciting ya guyss...mimin once got advice to continue the story of Rama continued until his son and made a second sequel but mimin thought mimin could not gangs...just pray that you can still bring the CDPPS story in the viewpoint version of Ramadan, maybe the CDPPS story will not be up to hundreds of rich tango or rich soap operas porridge riding motor....😂😂 at most is also the 150s if until yes guys.
gengs do not forget to also take care of health yes.mimin the same CDPPS family do not want to loh until readers favorite aa Rama sick, if it is,, if it is,, get well soon gangs may Allah quickly bring back his ,aamiin...😄😄