My love is Talented by the Pasar Soleh Thugs
INTUITION RAMA: start to like
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bismillah
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If I usually do'a after praying in the third of the night, this time I speed up after the dhuha prayer .
" if indeed the soul mate is close, if not the match , match !!"
I want to knock on the door of the sky so that the inhabitants of the sky answer all my hopes
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The shoots in love ulam arrived when Fatima went to class as usual carrying someone who I was thinking about, cute girl nan jutek but jutek , never back before love, peped continuesss ...gaspol !!.
Narasheila Caramelia Yudhishthira
A very sweet name as sweet his face. I did not realize that from earlier my lips curved smile smile itself just escorted to RSJ, already suitable to be a resident there.
A sense of wanting to disturb until he is bored, feeling like getting his attention until he is interested, but it seems difficult .
" know my name Narasheila Caramelia Yudhistira, call me Nara or Sheila !!or as you like !!" said gently.
" if you call baby can you ??!" asku ,worship echoing in class as usual .
" the new victim !!" whispered Gilang to Abay.
Her pretty face made some of the class residents, especially men, scramble to sit with her . But he did not choose a bench from any of them, instead he chose to sit side by side with Mita, Alhamdulillah ...!!!!! do'a the son of Sholeh is always Allah's word, close to the soul mate ...
Let alone hold it, from a distance of 5 meters only the smell of fresh and sweet strawberries has filled the nose intoxicating cavity, not the cheap perfume that is usually in dimly lit stalls.
neng.neng ..bikin want to go !! batinku.
It seems like my rivals will be many but do not call me Rama the poet of love if you can not conquer the beautiful nan jutek.
Sure enough I said, intention to help him around..! but my offer was rejected outright let alone accept, his mouth was like a sharp razor following the slide of words accompanied by the look of his dislike eyes like a level 10 chilli powder, ' he said ,
" just this time I saw a girl who is not good with the charm of a Ramadan !!" kekeh Gilang telekku ,now I become my monthly cs cs cs who has acute singles syndrome ...
" hurt the pellet, stick it to me !!" answer Abay.
"sib*alan !!" my mummy pushed Abay's shoulder.
" babeh coffee shop ??!!" tawar Ridwan, the hangout that became our basecamp.
Pushing each other and laughing became our interlude when walking towards the coffee shop in front of the school, but our steps stopped when we saw Mita and Nara were being teetered by children of the complex ,lazy actually dealing with them let alone Willy there .
Abay had broken up, but unfortunately his good intentions were even brushed aside by Gibran the mamih boy with hair like a ginseng country singer like most young people now who make them qibla in style. Strangely enough that the school should obey the rules but does not seem to apply to the bourgeoisie and the hedonists, the school rules seem to be purchased with little money.
" i'm not this market thug sodara !!" willy's sarcasm to me with his sharp gaze.
That's what he hates about me.
" plug bro !!" I answered after realizing that Nara was not there .
" Ram.kanya the Willy cs is interested in Nara" said Abay while sipping soft drinks poured into clear plastic in a plastic straw.
" the Nara is his home in the Bay complex !" reply Gilang, turns out Gilang knows more than me
" what is Lang??" I was surprised to hear that my mouth was filled with sugary snacks throughout history.
" how the hell loe , like but don't know that Nara is one complex with Willy cs..."
" wahhh danger Ram !! the complex child virus is getting ahead of !" added Ridwan.
Like it wasn't easy for me to conquer Nara, a challenge for me.
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I rubbed my eyes to adjust to the light of the room lamp, if not for the sound of the call of dawn may I still run around like an Indian scene accompanied by music in the rain with the beautiful jutek Nara.
I grabbed a towel and then went into the bathroom whistling, fortunately my shower did not take too long not have to stretch or bathe milk. Black T-shirt my pride color with torn jeans torn at the knee, no need for skincare or a series of moisturizers and cream glowing like a girl, my face is handsome from birth.
Morning served with Ambu cuisine favors God which you lie about .
" morning all !!" pekikku walked down the stairs.
" sook ngartis !!" nia sarcasm.
After Teh Ayu married and brought her husband to serve outside the island of Java, only this one chatty creature became my rival at home .
" a today help Abah in the market" said Ambu.
" ready 86, and !! your command is a pride for the noble servant of the queen !!" arnold .
" choose there's a want !" back this bocil commented spicy like a netizen plus 62 citizens ,while Ambu prefers to be a silent party either do not want to interfere or have been dizzy to see me and Nia who is like Tom and Jerry.
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" Ram, the market cash entry is detailed !" Abay handed me some money, but I refused
" just pay the market janitor, do not forget the rest of the cleaning tools to share with other children and shodaqoh mosque !!" my answer.
Because to me the treasure will not be brought to death, not that I am arrogant and refuse sustenance, it is precisely if there is a contest of the best youth, and not arrogant plus handsome like him I am the winner.
" wey !! there's a wingless angel coming to the market !!" pekik Milan sambik running and with a breath of breath, his name is actually Asep but because he likes inter Milan then we call with his famous name, and the cool name is Milan.
" yes yes or Lan, a wingless angel because the winged mah rotinya women 2500 one !!" exclaimed Iko , the son of a grocery trader, all chuckled at the plain answer of the two Junior High School children who soon entered High School.
"that's why Iler loe !!" milan City .
" sib*alan !!" answer Iko.
Intrigued by what Milan Abay and Gilang said until dingukan .
" what are you Lan !!? don't let your brain fuss over dehydration "ridwan's circus.
" dehydration times ! so his eyes follow siwer ,liat the Bejo is said to be an angel !!" giggling, Bejo is a boy whose long hair was fused like Bob Marley.
" Siti kali !!" guess Abay.
" heh !! Siti mah cemceman si aa !!" ledek Gilang's. I won Gilang's head "yes to be fooled by you !!" I replied coming down from the broken wall next to the market guardrail.
" uh original bro !! geulis pisan aka beautiful !! duh pokonya mah girl dream !!" ngotak Milan's.
Rather than die of curiosity and unimaginable delusion it is better to wander around .
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" mang Iwan, mangan mang ??!" askaku entered the stall with a banner cover
" safe Ram...!! this is orange ice for Ambu as well as hajj !!" I refused, but the merchants here always forced me to give when I never asked .
" suttt "senggol Milan
" that's her angel !!" milan whisper.
" i'm not lying !!" yells. My eyes followed the direction of Milan's chin and found a girl who was busy sitting sipping orange ice.
" is it beautiful, bay ??!" milan whispers to Bayu.
" if the rich like this, then I'm willing to wake up just to marry him in a third of the night !!" kekeh Milan's.
" may be Lan , but tomorrow the name loe is spoken in the holy prayer !!" abay replied laughing at some of them.
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" loe !!"
" you !!" point at me and him at the same time.
Always a sense of wanting to tease him until he is upset ,
" Weits...!! there's an angel stuck in an orange ice kiosk!!" , his eyes sharpened on me maybe think of me again I'm again , make you a disaster but for me a blessing. This is what you call a soul mate, Miss !! smile expands.
" wives-to-be dream again shopping huh ??!" he still rejected me by saying so haughtily , to the extent that you are able to reject me .
He asked mang Iwan for help, entrust his shopping and want to follow his mother into the market, I know he felt uncomfortable because surrounded by men, not long adzan dzuhur reverberated
" uhh !! rendezvous with adzan ..solat oyyy !! you guys to the mosque first I anter prospective makhrom first !!" I answered while giggling.
" no need to ! I can do it myself !" she said, but I don't like to be rejected, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to be with me.
" out!!" he tried to rebel, but it didn't make me let go of his hand, whether it hurt him or not I didn't want to let him go ,
" prospective mother-in-law, uh what do you want to do shopping ??" ask me without feeling guilty.
" meat stall !" the great-granddaughter, I pulled it slowly, like this is touching a girl I like, really I'm crazy ! I swear all day long my old hand held his hand I will not clean, his skin is soft like the skin of a baby without fur attached, the definition of milk skin and as smooth as real porcelain
" astagfirullah, repent to you Ram !!" my mind is struggling with unfeelable delicacies.
It seems like this will be an opium for me, I have already entered into the valley of the beauty of a girl until I have difficulty reaching for the title to climb back up.
This involuntary meeting was as if it had been arranged by God ,
" my mother !!" the strangler, in a middle-aged woman who is just as beautiful may be the old version of Nara.
Nara's mother was shopping at Abah's stall
" this is mom's son ?? oh, what a beauty !!"
" shit !!" my broom
" Rama ??! you guys know each other already ??" ask Abah and Nara's mother
" this is my son !! Rama's name is ma'am !!" Abah introduced me to Nara's mother who smiled kindly ,wahhh .
" Ram.bring the meat stock from the butcher here !!" pinta Abah's.
" ready bah !! but aa pray dzuhur first !!" my permission to glance at the watch in hand.
I say goodbye, actually dear to leave this beautiful scenery, but I have to miss the presence of the owner of life, fear later crossed off the list of inhabitants of heaven ...
See you tomorrow beauty ..at school.
As he walked away, he heard the sound of his crisp laughter with his mother and Abah.
What a beautiful face as beautiful as a newly blooming flower, her curly hair on the bottom is brownish black like a fragrant cinnamon, her laughter is crisp sweet like a wafer cake,and don't forget the smell of his body that makes me opiate, if you're an item what's your name I want to have you, girl ???!
" this is my brain !!" I knocked on my forehead
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