My love is Talented by the Pasar Soleh Thugs
bran cut to the neck....

happy reading all 😍

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the uniform is scuffed, the body is sticky and the smell of the sun, but some kites in the hands, McKckck proud..!!! even the wound on the knee is covered perfectly by plaster, this is the result obtained today the title is chasing kites with Rama...

" you will borrow Rania's clothes." said Ambu.

" don't ambu ,lagian if it's not wrong Nara keeps the shirt in her old bag for changing the les but it's not so dipake.." I replied ...

" yes it is ... Rania took Nara's tea to your room for a bath together change clothes...."

incidentally, Rama had gone to the mosque to perform Ashar prayers...

" tea .." call her I look back at Rania from the mirror.

" since a Rama dating the same teteh.a Rama was different deh.." said Rania.

" how different ???"

" a Rama more smile..normally a Rama too rarely smile continue rarely die home too .... most of the day in the market continues to go home at most just to help abah the same prayer to the next mosque ngajar njai aja..."

" the hell time.." I poked my lips that held a smile.

" have Rama ever brought a girl home???"

Rania shook her head "new teteh doang who is known as her boyfriend and is often taught to the house, the same acquaintance with Nia..."

I nodded in a soft nod "if Kirana, do you know ??"

Rania was thinking about remembering Kirana

" hair this way." I said raising my hand.

" ohhh girl who often ngintilin a Rama ???that's her name Kirana until I again maen in follow in a bribe pack ice cream same chocolate just to know more deket same aja keep asking salamin..."Rania pursed her lips maybe it was a disturbing event for her.

" a Rama he dodged continue, indeed a Rama did not like it, Rania aja not like him."

my eyebrows raised" e.busettt.. love kebelet tuh until ngintilin ade also..."

" yes tea even ambu tuh sampe ngedumel every day, because almost every day comes .. keep asking to see aa let's meet him.ihhh ga no price really right... though setau Nia used to be a Rama often maen threesome tuh same she kept either another guy named ka Willy, ganteng loh ka.anak complex... Rania likes it.." explained Rania who started sad

" are you sad ??" my question approached Rania and stroked her back.

" now ka Willy never come here again tea.ga know why a Rama also never story, so it's a Rama so a little closed, ga long come deh a bunch of market wasps,,, rama,, abay.a Gilang same aa Wan.but still not as good as Willy.."

for a moment I thought Rania was innocent all she said, an important piece of information for me.

" tea jalan yu..nikmatin afternoon in the village here.." invite Rania, I agree , 'I agree ,

the evening sky that slightly refracted the orange color that was still interspersed with blue color brought me and Rania to walk slowly while chatting casually .

" exciting is also here yes Nia.." said I saw a small child around the age of 2 to 3 years old and then running around with a face that was not white because of the powder sprinkled by his mother after bathing ,the distinctive aroma of eucalyptus oil becomes the aroma of the afternoon here,, still with the crowd in the afternoon the heroes of the village who came out just to feed and invite to play their children or gather with neighbors to chat with each other about the price of rice that crawled up...

some of the people I guessed were the creditors of goods who were busy arranging their merchandise that could never focus because it was always interrupted by bargaining by super women nicknamed mother who struggled in the middle savings even if only 1000 rupiah .

" where's the big kid on ??" ask me who from earlier noticed there were only small children and mothers only .

" ohh children who are over the age of 4 years are usually at this hour on tea ngaos alias njai.." explained Rania.

I beroria , the time has already shown at half 5 pm...

our steps arrive in front of the mosque that looks crowded ,

" the mosque here has never been quiet, yes Nia.rame bangat.." said me ..My eyes were fixed from the number of pairs of sandals in the holy borderline .

Rania nods "tea.it's a bajigur..

bajigur ????what kind ??? my forehead is wrinkled

I'm half-living curious about the shape of this bajigur follow Nia who has run to the bajigur.

the characteristic aroma of ginger, red sugar, and coconut milk is soothing.

" want to ???" Nia thrust out the seplastik of boiled beans she had already picked up and ate some, some,

the mamang bajigur seller then took the coconut milk and sugar boiled water using a tool like vegetable centong no.no...not !!! more like a tool for insinuating baso yet small... a mother buys other types of drinks called bandrek difference if the bajigur mixture of coconut milk sugar with pieces kaling kolang if the bandrek is similar to ginger wedang given coconut grater....

one serving of bajigur in the hand, drunk not using a cup or cup but using clear plastic straws

" sluurppp "

" hot...!!!it's good too.." I muttered tired.

precisely Rania who told a relaxing story while our steps that somehow led to where ..

" a Rama !" point Rania towards the inside of the mosque which does feature a black-copied young man complete with his cocoon shirt and a dark purple holster, looks painstaking teaching naji kampung children ,he was so happy to teach while occasionally laughing with the madrasah children .....

" Nia is here no girl likes Rama ??" I began to rile at how Rama is a figure that is almost perfect in my opinion ..

" many ..." answered him my eyebrows raised perfectly

" oh yeah ??"I just don't feel happy ....

" sum..." Rania answered him with a nod and murmur, as if not want his preoccupation sipping bajigur disturbed.

" why did Rama not accept one of them ??"

another in the other mouth in the heart, that's how I feel right now, curious about the answer to my question ...

may Rania answer as I wish ,

" emmm ga tau.." answer Rania make my curiosity become as big as Mount Merapi.saking curious..is I a special girl using eggs using meat .

we were almost home before the Maghrib

" heidkolina..."

" ha'alaikumsalam....."

" where have you been ??" ask Ambu who just came out with you from inside the room.

" around the village ambu.." we alternately kiss the back of the hand ambu and abah .

" how happy ???yes, this is in the village neng . heboh yes.against that there mother must be asking the same price as Mang Obar. " replied Abah ..

I glanced at Rania asking for an explanation who was it that Obar ???

" it was tea that was wearing batik clothes continue to wear a black beret hat hold the same umbrella book note." explained Nia with a laugh

" hadeuuhhh gawena nagranjuk pan we jeung katel nu supplied meaning stir fry waluh ge.ka wedak wedak dianjuk ,make powder bran samet beuheung ....(hadeuhhhh works only on the same pan but cooked in the same pan of pumpkin stir-fry, siamese, and,,sampe talc aja indebted while using aja powder striped to the neck) seems to dumelan Abah is an outpouring of hearts of the husbands .

Rania chuckled at her grunts ....

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" often often invite Neng Nara to play here a. "say an ambu who can not be separated hugging me.

" yes already if ambu want to continue with Nara, say oruh there with her parents." replied Rama raised his eyebrows.

" sakola heula nu bener.." circus Abah patted this boy with his coffee (former school).

" Abah,ambu , Nia ,Nara go home first ..thank you for the banquet Nara really seneng...."

" neng Nara feels right here??" ask Abah

"at home Abah." I nodded quickly.

" Thank God....."

I remember the time was 8pm

" just feel at home here .....??" rama asked through the rearview mirror .

" emmhhh at home." I replied jumawa.

" want to stay here ??"

" want dong..tadi Abah said what the hell until Nia laughs that ??" I asked, then Rama laughed satisfied "don't think you're just kidding..."

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looks like I have a lot of courses from now on, I'll take note of Abah's words in order for me to translate.....