My love is Talented by the Pasar Soleh Thugs
INTUITION RAMA: his nutritionist.

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bismillah

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The sarong is still neatly attached to my waist, after isya I usually continue to recite the prophet's prayer and wirid dikir briefly ,but how can I be solemn if the one in my mind is just a beautiful girl nan jutek .

" well.brain me this is not right, later in the middle of reading subhanallah there is nyelip Nara name !! auto expelled I same prophet prophet of God !!" muttered.

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even though my three friends are an acute singles team, but only to them can I complain.

" borrr !! guess which one is suitable to be brought to the house of what girl ??" I was confused in the tree house .

" martabak, Ram !" exclamation Gilang.

" the flower !!" answer Abay.

" chocolate !!" added Ridwan.

What a suggestion the usual advice, I am Ramadhan Restu Al Kahfi, a special person is unlikely to bring the usual things to Nara. I remember when Nara used to walk into the school cafeteria, which she ordered was often a batagor, maybe she liked, an incandescent light shining over my head.

" i know! what doi likes !!" I immediately went down and put on the warrior shoes that I often wear to travel, bought a brown plaster next to him, the often angry guava even bought me a few pairs of new shoes for me is not a matter of new or not but its history. Remember the word Bung Karno 'jasmerah '.

I passed a motorcycle splitting the city of Bandung, to where I used to snack, my smile was like a carabikang cake seeing his mama still serving buyers. I parked the papatong ijo

" mang 1 , wrapped in rich specials who want to eat, kalo can be 3 servings of admission so one do not use plastic use dus !!" without waiting again he immediately wrapped, already understand my character he just smiled

" ready , Ram..!! who is special to you ??" chortled.

If anyone asks why almost every trader knows me, I am not the governor I am not a hero I am also not the son of the president because they know Ramadan Restu Al Kahfi.

" for the future mom !!" I answered to Mang Ujang. He then scrunched his forehead , Ambu why ??

" the mother of my son. .."

" it's Ram....!!" he smiled and understood that there was just !!"

" hanupis mang, natur nohun pisan aka thank you very much !!"

" sami sami !!" answerable

Not waiting long I immediately went to the house of the idol of the heart, where do I know ?? what I don't know even the house of every ant neighbor I know ..it's not hard to know Nara's house. I'll follow him after school.

The house is quite large, but not as big as Abah's house, but if this complex the price must be quite high, minimalist style house from the outside but I guess inside must be quite large, why can I know ?? you guys are keboo !!!! obviously it's because of my mind to be an architect and I also like to design.

" ting tong !!!"

" alluring!!"

" heemmm, whoa.ha..!! safe !!" my breath was still fragrant enough to talk to her

" ha'alaikumsalam!!" my smile faded as I opened up why my Nara had her face so wrinkled in one-sided and wrinkled skin .

" who's looking for den ??!" answer .

" is this really Narasheila Caramelia Yudhistira's house??" many ensure.

" ohhh neng Nara, I call you !!" the answer goes back inside

" fiuhhhh, thank goodness she's not my Nara !!"

some time I wait, I guess the next one out is not Nara, usually if the beautiful girl and introvert at home she will be very caring from outsiders especially if her family loves her very much,then I have to prepare a scenario ammunition for the house person who will meet me either his father or his mother.

" who's ekhemm looking for ??!" he asked, a pretty handsome young man but still under me, and I thought it must be his brother.

" mission there's Nara's bang ??!" ask me politely, the first impression should be good.

" there is but busy !!" the answer is a little haughty, obviously he kaka who protect , naturally his sister like Venus so surely he very much guard. Venus was the Goddess of beauty of the ancient Romans.

" this just want to give this package bang , just say from my nutritionist at school , then I say ,bang .. assalamualaikum!!"

" ha'alaikumsalam!"

My brain started thinking hard with a stone, not an easy way to get close to him other than having to keep Nara away from the poisons this is my biggest challenge 'family'

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" assalamualaikum dear !!" my bro surprised her .

" can't call it anyway 'then people misunderstand!" request .

" don't you ask for it yourself ??!" my answer.

" when ??" ask her.

" you forget he said whatever you want to call, the first time to enter class !!" I always have answers that make the interlocutor die in style.

" that's ..It doesn't need to be discussed !!" pasrah's answer

" how was batagor good last night, ga ??" manya curious.

" oh so the one who came to the house last night keeps telling me to be my nutritionist it's you !!" he sewot me nod .

" good !!" his great-grandson

" want me to send again, won't I ?" bargain me to sit next to him, an increase in rich doi ga sewot usually.

" are you brave ?? my brother is fierce he's overprotective!!" answer .

Whatever I do the ocean I will cross for you, it is easy now modern era rather than sea doang live fast boat ride ..mau whatever is also all complete in Bandung!

" dare to ! last night I ain't nothing still healthy walafiat !" answer her.

" but I'll have to take nicotine later, I'm afraid you're asking for a reply !" the answer.

" ohhh suudzon !!" I replied, even though it was far away I bought and delivered batagor not for alms but there was something I wanted I did expect a reply but not a treasure ,I just ask for my feelings that he has planted the seeds of love should he harvest the flowers with me.

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the break bell rings

" where are you going ?" many .

" what the hell ??! I'm going to the cafeteria !!" answerable

He looked very hunted at the same time Gilang came.

I knew he was going to go to his friend's compound, and I wanted to keep him away from them, I didn't want someone I was fighting to be contaminated with human liver poison like them ,

" Ram !!" pekik Gilang, because of my distracted focus Gilang , Nara managed to escape from me.

" s*al !! Nara !!!" call me but he runs while sticking out his tongue. I laughed, he could already joke with me tidal as cold as ever.

" what Lang?? my tote ,

" today Willy cs takes Nara to nightclub, Ram..!" whispered, I smiled my smile.

" Willy, you know where you're taking Nara ?? " murmurm.

To test whether Nara came or not, I returned to her house under the pretext of bringing the bricks she ordered, I guess it's true they managed to invite Nara into their world. after leaving batagor to his domestic assistant I immediately went, I know the night club' they often visit.

It looks lonely from the outside, but inside it, the frenetic disco lights and the sound of thundering remix music blends with the delights of sin .

I decided to wait for him outside, but again my guess is right, Nara is indeed a home child she is not used to the night life , it looks like she is wasting her breath because the atmosphere in there is not used to it , she will not stand it .. The girl was confused looking for public transport, and it was time for me to act ...

" ekhemmm, this hour there will be no angkot !!" pekikku.

" loe !! you're doing this malem malem!" point at.

obviously waiting for loe

" don't you pass by on purpose, what are you doing tonight here ??" I asked, she answered a little.

" need a ride home ?" tawalku, he's weighing.

" if you don't want to !!" I bully him and drive my motorcycle..

" uhhh yeah I want ...!!" he replied quickly, my smile chuckled, why not just quusili.

" ask correctly !!" I asked, she was surprised and refused, but I didn't lose my mind

" yes if you don't want, who needs a ride you love !!"

" anterin I'm home dong dear !!" I asked him, he was ogah ogahan but finally agreed to it because of his position that was wrong.

YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO FIGHT ME MISS ......!!!

I should be thanking the complex boy now that for the first time Nara held my stomach and sat on my favorite bike, and this was the beginning of the story Nara became part of my life. Even with a little bit of coercion from me.

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stop by also kuyy to my other work that is not less exciting 😄😄 yes even though all characters have their own privileges , while waiting aa Rama drink first, soar he said ...