My love is Talented by the Pasar Soleh Thugs
meet without agreement

Like confused about the title for the gangs episode, most of it is almost all novels said the word mulu, bosen mimin read it ! so if a little strange is okay, let's just say that the child of Kindergarten has just learned to write and string words, say, this story does not mean to offend anyone so do not be too entered into the heart just a bag continue to throw hehehehehe.

Don't be bored ahh author ! call me Mimin, let's look like a gossip account. But that does not mean every day mimin drink nutrients okay.., okay as usual before reading or nulis mimin will invite all readers to say basmallah....

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I squirm rolling in my bed cover blanket. It's Sunday, so it's time for school. It's been 5 days since my move to Bandung, I went to school.

"Tok..but.tok...."

"Nara!!!!! let's get up, it's noon. When girls wake up during the day, what if they have a husband !" peekk mamah from outside my room.

"Yes, this is also waking up. Ih mama ! don't take the name of dong mah's husband, Nara is still a child" I replied.

"Hoaammmm.." I got off the bed with my pillow face, and went out of the room. It just so happened that the bathroom wasn't available in the room, so I had to get out of the room. There are 2 bathrooms, one upstairs and one downstairs. I picked up my towel and toiletries, in a medium-sized box as I opened the bathroom.

"Ihhh locked, this must be the Berlin wall is still in the bathroom !"muttered.

"Bang ! spout dong shower, don't get rich in females !" knock me on the bathroom door.

There was no answer, just a murmur like humming from the inside, "this fix doi shower while singing this song," I put my ears on the door to listen to what was said or hummed bang Akhsan.

"Bruuukkk "

I fell down, because at the same time bang Akhsan opened the bathroom door.

"Hahahahaha, you know what happened to you ! ngintipin cave bath yes ?" bang Akhsan ruffled her hair using a towel.

"Ihhhh ! if you want to open the cake first, sick tau !" my grouse.

"Yes, here I help. Anyway anyway loe pake nguping, if I again ena enu in dalem how ?"her question teased me while helping me wake up.

"Ihhh disgusted ! beware of it ! besides you take a long bath really, already rich candidate manten aja use singing all over again ! loe's voice fals bang" I replied.

"Snake aja loe !" it's in my head. I complain.

"Sick be*go, yes be careful, be careful, not strong I want to pee, beware !!" expel him.

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"Nara anter mamah to the market yes, mamah today want weekly shopping," he said with breakfast.

Mamahku is used to stocking vegetable ingredients for once a week.

I nodded, it was common and I went to the market.

"Yes already, the same papah Akhsan wants to check the same resto convection. Let Akhsan learn the business," said papah.

Finally, I'm ready. I wore a simple dress, a short-sleeved knee-length dress with my hair tied to one, with a small sling bag and flat shoes. Mamah and I booked a taxi online, along the way we chatted with taxi drivers online while looking at the streets of Bandung, as well as free tour guide hihihi..

We arrived at the market in the area of xxxxxxx, the market is quite clean, managed, not too shabby and muddy, because the floor is already using ceramics. We walked down some corridors where vegetables, fruit, fish and kitchen spices, then the last mamah would buy meat.

"Well, just a moment ! nara Pegel's leg, "I rubbed my leg and my calf.

"Yes, let's take a break, yes" my mother took me to a market stall covered in banners.

"The two orange icebergs !" momah ordered.

"By Mom, please wait !" replied the mamang immediately cut the orange in front of him and squeeze it.

Before long two glasses of orange ice.

"Ra, it's a meat stall. Come here, if you still want to rest, yes already here ! let mamah go there alone, mamah put the groceries first," I nodded to look at the back of the mama who was getting away.

"Sruputt !!" I sucked orange ice up the toilet.

I spread my gaze around the market, until my eyes caught on some children my age in groups. From the clothes it looks like they are thugs, yes market thugs here rich, like some movies that often appear on tv, I grieve.

"Cihhh ! little boy has become the bone of a.k.a thug, how is the fate of this country, if the child is just like this his behavior," muttered the mamang iceman just smiling to hear my speech, "ah si neng mah aya wae (ah neng mah there is only).."a little I understand Sundanese, people say me and bang Akhsan look like Chinese. Though indeed our face is the one to the Chinese An, my papah face is like the Chinese even though the original asgar Garut. If the Sundanese say China Garut, I don't know ! I also do not understand, how the story of the Chinese nyungseb in Garut. Mamahku the betawi people negri batavia aka derivative of the pitung.

I didn't respond to what the mamang said, I didn't think the bunch of thug kids were getting close to the stall I was in. There are about 8 people, wuihhh ! this will be lazy what to brawl, I became afraid of myself where mamah is still inside again.

My mistress instantly shrieked, just hoping that the protection of the orange ice mamang might I guess, I immediately turned my back to the direction they came.

"Assalamualaikum ! mang Iwan, how safe is mang ?" ask one of them, enter flapping a banner covering an orange ice wheel.

"So, am I not wrong ? nih thugs say hello, does anyone want to malak say assalamualaikum what kind of thugs? "inner.

"Aman dong Ram, the man who guards him is also a champion.oh yes nih nitip for Abah is equally ambu at home," the orange iceman thrust a few packs of orange ice on the head thug.

"Eh, is this a mang ? no, no need to take nicotine," he said, rejecting the orange ice packs that had been deliberately wrapped.

"Thank you if that, sincerely accepted with me, Alhamdulillah.rezeki son of righteousness." he said with cruelty to his friends.

"Mang Iwan, only Rama doang nih is given ??" sayu

"Oh abay, too ?"

"With mang, just kidding don't take it seriously !" kekeh Abay became embarrassed himself, his intention was just to joke.

Wait a minute, I feel familiar with the sound of that voice, I tried to turn around and...

Jin.jeng...

"You !"

"Loe !"

Point us at the same time.so he's a "market thug..."

"Uhuyy ! the beloved shoots also arrived," said Gilang.

Rama immediately sat down next to me, "eits there's an angel falling from heaven to an orange ice stall," he recalls.

"Najis tralala, I'm the same market thug," my inner self.

"What are you doing here? shopping is it ? wahhhh the ideal wife candidate," said Rama, cheered by his friend, "pepet continue not to be saggy.." said Ridwan.

"Idih uwek, what are you guys doing here ? you market thugs here ?" many doubt.

"Not thugs, but the market security manager is here" Ridwan said.

"It's not the same, yes" I replied cynically.

Sayup sayup heard the voice of Adhan Dzuhur.

"Sutt ! the sound of Adzan? disperse disperse, ready to go to the mosque !" tell Rama while pushing his friend.

I feel uneasy about their arrival, obviously ! I'm just a girl here, I'm just scared, they're kind of like that. My feelings began to was was, ahhh better I just follow inside than later I was told anything.

"Can you ask for help ?" I asked the iced orange mamang.

"What do you want help for ? here let me go" replied Rama.

"Ekhhmm, akhiwww !" deheman's a friend of his.

"Ga needs to !" bentakku refused, as if not want to care about Rama, I again invite mamang mamang orange ice merchant, "mang I want to nitip groceries yes, I want to go first following my mamah into," slowly say.

"By neng," said the ice mamang.

"Oh you want to go to Dalem hayu or me anter," replied Rama.

"Wan, take the others first to the mosque. Later I nganter nganter first candidate, afraid to be rough if you digondol cat !" kekeh Rama, make the others laugh.

"Ihhhh what the hell is not necessary," my cynic again, but yet I stepped Rama pulled my hand forcibly. I feel free, "crazy strong energy eating what the hell is this child ?"

"Hahahaha, Rama don't be too insistent, just as soon as" they chuckled, while Rama just grinned.

I just resigned, "before me.." I pulled my hand, but my free hand cooled.

"My father-in-law, uh what do you want to buy?" said ask.

"Kiosk of meat" my great-grandson "oh.."

Rama took me to a row of meat stalls, and from a distance I saw a mama who was busy choosing chicken and beef. I threw my hand out of Rama's stranglehold, for Rama had loosened his grip and ran, "mamah !"

Mamah turned her head, as well as the black-fisted, golden-covered middle-aged father who was cutting meat, occasionally joking with my mamah.

"Assalamualaikum, bah..ibu," his greetings to the father.

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"

"Eh, what about ?" ask mama.

"Is this a mother's son? wahh ! beautiful like this," said the father, the passerby called him abah hajj. It seems, he's an old figure here. Seen from all traders and buyers who so respect her.

"Tuh if it's a boy who nganter the neng just now, my son.name is Ramadan," said the Abah Haji introduced Rama, Rama also salim to mamah.

"Whatt ?! so, the father of the butcher here," my inner.

"A.please bring the stock of meat from the slaughterhouse, Wawan has already contacted, then just take it, "pinta Abah.

"Every Abah, but Rama to the mushola first for a while, not yet Dzuhur ! " honorably leave.

"Eh I first yes, have met the same mama, assalamualaikum !" said passed.

"Sopannya, "say mamah praises making, abah haji laugh.

Finished from the market, we also paid off and took an online taxi again to the house. Along the way I just asked about Rama and his friends what they were like? I felt attracted to her life, not realizing I was smiling at myself. Just this time I saw and heard the thugs say first assalamualaikum, continue to leave his mandatory prayer.

I could not believe that because of my thoughts and curiosity, it was the beginning of the story of my love journey with Rama and the story of the beginning that tells the difference of an environment.

Ramadan Restu Al - kahfi

That's the name of the little guy that got me curious.