My love is Talented by the Pasar Soleh Thugs
market part 1

Because my fatigue and drowsiness are unbearable, after spending the batagor given by Rama, I immediately pull the blanket. Plus tomorrow, I have to go to the market for my duties. I forgot to tell all four of my friends who were still at the club that night.

Until one o'clock in the night....

It so happens that Akhsan has not slept, it is a habit other than because of his insomnia he always stay up late doing tasks or just playing online games, he is in his room. However, he sharpened his hearing and moved from his seat. Revealing the window curtain of his room a little, seeing the situation outside my house because he heard the sound of the car engine stopping. However, it still lit up right in front of my house.

There was a sound of chatter from there, from the four friends of my complex as if dizzy to see and sat at my house, bang Akhsan shook his head with their behavior.

"Ck ck ck ck ck, high school kids today have learned naughty."

Tomorrow morning at breakfast

"Goodoo you to the night club ?" asked Bang Akhsan, who suddenly made me choke on the fried rice, "how could she know."

"Uhuk.uhuk," mamah gave me a drink.

"What ?"ask papah in surprise.

"Is that Nara ?" ask papah.

"Who said ?" kilahku.

"Don't lie to you ! So, now you also have the courage to lie ?" ask her again.

"Dear, honestly, it's okay" said mamah.

I looked at them one by one, "yes," my great-grandson hesitantly.

"Astagfirullah, what are you doing to such a place as Nara ?" ask papah.

"Wait for the reward, don't get angry ! Nara forced pah, same temen complex, want to refuse ga delicious," I replied.

"Alas can't be alesan, say I want to try !" answer bang Akhsan.

I just kept quiet because I was in the wrong position.

"Do you know where Akhsan came from ?" ask papah.

"Every night, Akhsan looked at the children of the complex here, down in front of the house kept on drowning Nara nyari times. Papah believe, one in the morning ! They had just returned home, "obviously bang Akhsan was staring intently at me.

"But Nara.." I haven't finished what I said she cut it off.

"But Nara came home at tenth pah, there is a nyusulin, his style is rich thugs but his good behavior deserves thumbs up !" the smile on display bang Akhsan was impressed by praising Rama's actions.

"Who ?" ask papah.

"That's a reward, which often sends Nara batagor."

"Oh the nutritionist," guess papah.

Bang Akhsan nodded. In the middle of our conversation,

"There are guests,"

"Who's bi ?"

"Said to meet father, mother, the same den Akhsan."

We all frowned, "we bi ? Who's pah ?" ask mamah on papah and brother, they are looking at the shoulder while drinking and meeting the guest.

I peeked out from behind the wall.

"Gosh !" unexpected unexpected, unexpected,

"Rama !" I closed my mouth with both hands.

"Assalamualaikum," Rama salim on both my parents and bang Akhsan, the three of them knitted their eyebrows a sign of confusion.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"This is the theme of Nara, right, who often send batagor ? Bang Akhsan asked, Rama nodded with a smile.

"Wait.wait ! This is Nawir's hajj son, right ?" guess mama remembers.

"Yes ma'am" the chauffeur.

Hahahha is indeed the name of abah haji yes it is.kaya street name in Jakarta.

"Haji Nawir who's mah ?" ask papah.

"That's loh pah, a meat supplier who mamah told the other day, who mamah proposed to be our restaurant supplier !"

"Oh !" bang Akhsan looked at Rama from head to toe, a floral shirt, trousers and shoes. Urrakan, but neat.

"Yes sir, I'm Ramadan sir, ma'am, a. For now my classmate Narasheila, do not know if it will be late afternoon, ask do'a blessing aja. Who knows, he could step up" he said, making everyone laugh.

"Gokil loe bro !" bang Akhsan.

"But ! It's easy, he's familiar with my family. especially brother, my friends, it's hard to take his heart the Berlin wall," I murmured.

"Let's have breakfast, Rama !" bring mamah.

"Wahhhh ! Not willing to refuse a request to eat prospective in-laws nih ma'am, but I have breakfast my ambu cuisine that is no less delicious, maybe next time if you eat it with Nara as well," he replied gently.

"What do you need Rama to come here, want to see Nara ? Or play chess the same ? Or, want to mabar with Akhsan ? As an act of asking for blessing to be Nara's boyfriend ?"papah joking.

"Gee ! Sir, I like to play chess, I also like mabar online, "his smile.

"Hahahahaha, don't call father, just o'm."

"Call me bang Akhsan" said Akhsan.

"Yes, bang Akhsan online. But I'm the same Nara again hurry om, want to do the task. I'm here to ask for permission from my aunt and brother to take Nara," he said in a polite tone.

"Oh loe want to make Nara work a group, say dong !" answer bang Akhsan.

"Oh so, just a minute.aunty call me first, Nara !!" meek mamah, I who was eavesdropping immediately hurriedly sat back at the dining table.

"Yes already, om stay first yes," papah left the living room now only Rama and bang Akhsan are left.

"By the way, thank you ! Semalem, you've brought Nara back," said bang Akhsan with his plywood face, "sama-bang," bang Akhsan also entered the dining room again.

I was getting ready in my room.

"Boncelll, manhunt ! Temen loe wait for the old cassian !!" pekik bang Akhsan's.

"Yes, don't yell, it's not in the woods. I got off with a t-shirt stellan and long jeans.

I met Rama, "ck ck ck, so goddamn beautiful," he looked at me.

"Well, pah, Nara said goodbye !" my screeches

"South ! Parenting is the way, not polite !" Rama pulled my hand and entered the dining room.

"Om, auntie, bang Akhsan, let's say goodbye, assalamualaikum !" he said bowing without letting go of my hand.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, greetings to Abah hajj, Rama !" mama said.

"Yes aunty," we salim.

Then Rama got on his motorcycle, he was about to put a helmet on my head. But I refused, "I can do it myself !"

"That's if you're alone, no longer with me. Now you're with me, your boyfriend !"

"Click.." he put the helmet on.

I widened my eyes, "when did I become your girlfriend ?" my snapping.

"Aamiin, I hope you will be my girlfriend today" he said.

"Basic crazy !" I thought, but I don't know why there's such a ticklish sensation in my heart, in every spare change Rama. In my mouth I don't want to, but my heart doesn't refuse, can it lie ? Hahhhh don't know.

I rode a motorcycle with Rama.

"Why did you pick me up ? I told you I wanted to be with Rika and Vina" I said.

"When did you say ?"

"Just yesterday at school" I said.

"Oh, that's right at school, who knows if you've changed your mind at home, after all you've already picked up too right ?!" the answer.

In front of the market my friends are waiting including Gilang.

"Ra, are you sure you're going to enter the market ?" rika asked a little awkwardly.

"Why indeed ?"my many.

"It's not that you're a gang with elite complex children, you want to enter the market, they're really the same anti that's so !" answer Vina.

"Eh, Nara I'm different, isn't that right ? He is kind and not arrogant, future !" his one arm hugged me from the side making me pull his hand away.

"Well, this is really a peje !" silang.

"Yeah !!! Seriously, you guys are dating ?" ask Rika and Vina.

"Oh, lengga-engga !" my exposition.

"Just say, I hope he's my girlfriend today. Usually do'a the despised child is always heard," Rama kekeh on the three of them.

"Si@*lan you," said the three of them did not accept being called a despised child.

Finally we went into the market and asked every trader, sometimes we also stopped for a moment because Rama and Gilang were greeting each other with young men who were like other market thugs. Including traders who like him are familiar with them, some street buskers in the corner of the market, the outside there are also some children who are in groups.

When we girls were talking.

"In the meantime, I'm the same Gilang there needs to be a back, a stretch of ko," said Rama who pulled Gilang and rushed to be taken by my two friends.

I wondered where they were going, out of my curiosity, I finally followed them. Walking through the streets of the market corridor, in a corner of the market that was deserted, I saw Rama and Gilang approaching the hordes of children dressed as punk children they were squatting and some were sitting. Although from a distance, but I could see some of them were smoking, even more it makes me wonder what they do with adhesive glue. From the smell alone has stung in the nose, are they fixing loose shoes or making a masterpiece ? Ahh ! No way, the children looked like they were stoned. I was horrified by myself, is this Rama's association ?

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