My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
DEA-RIFAL: KNOW YOUR LIFE

Dea sharpened his hearing, his heart began to pump blood quickly, the sounds of Ingrid, Gibran and Willy approaching the house.

Gibran's voice even shifted the fence of Dea's house.

"Mamposs, it's Gibran with the others!" Dea pulled Rifal's hand to move.

"Why?" of course the young man frowned.

"Follow me!" invite Dea, the girl pulled Rifal more into her house, while Rifal himself followed.

"Dee!" they went into the living room looking for the owner.

"Bi, tell me it's Inggrid if Dea is in the bathroom again first," Dea said asking aunty.

"Ready man, uh! Where's the theme going?" show aunt.

"Once you forget. Don't tell me if Rifal's here" Dea replied. Rifal saw only Dea alternating with his hand held by Dea, he widened the arch on the lips. His heart warmed to see that.

"Ready!"

Dea pulled Rifal towards the kitchen door that was directly connected to the side of the house and garage, so that Rifal could immediately take his motorbike and go home.

Dea turned towards Rifal until now the two were only a distance of no more than half a meter, "lo now turn back, you know, ntar I bring the others to the middle room so you can push your motor out of the terrace, later you turn out again away from my house..." Rifal even only noticed lips as sweet as the honey he had kissed it.

"The hunt!" dea's orders disperse the daydream, it turns out that the kiss resulted in fatak for the mental health of Rifal.

"I.iya. But.."

"Otherwise?!" sulk Dea.

"My body is still ahead" Rifal said plainly.

"What?! Which is really!" dea's eyes buy, as if the tip of the petals want to tear, hopefully Inggrid cs do not know and he is not too late.

"Udah, I'll be antherin to your house! Now you're back, hunt!" dea's orders were absolute while pushing Rifal's body.

"You give me your address!" Rifal asked Dea to write down his number, and Dea immediately put his number on Rifal's phone, so that the young man quickly left.

"Okay, there-there!"

The girl had even opened her glasses and rushed inside.

"Guy!"

"Well his son's out too, you pooping what's sleeping in the bathroom, De?!"

Dea looked at Rifal's bag lying under the side of the guest sofa, he exhaled a rough breath.

"In the middle room! All watching the same nyemil, the mama arisan kanya!" Dea rubbed the sweat that had poured though not profusely, he approached his friends who were now starting to enter the middle room, suddenly he closed the front door and brought Rifal's bag to the corner close to the small table, put it under so it is hidden from view.

"De, I saw a new bike in the carport, who's got it?" asked Gibran, he was clearly suspicious, the article he memorized correctly with the ins and outs and anything that belongs to the Deanada family.

"Huh? Oh, that.emh don't know me..ngga know who's a nebeng or a motorbike.." he pointed indifferently.

"Which motor is Gib?!" ask Willy to be curious.

"Eh, guys! No errands anyway? Tomorrow I want to go in," Dea shouted to make the three turn.

"It's a habit De, surprise me!" Gibran.

"You are, weird!" inggrid answered, he did not hesitate to take a snack jar on the table.

"Bi, make dong drink!" pinta Inggrid's. Willy shook his head in Inggrid's casual manner.

Dea just wishes Rifal could get away quickly from his house.

Dea turned towards her room to wear softlens, among them only Gibran knew that Dea had a vision problem, if you read and see long distances, the objects you see will be shaded even a little blurred.

He went back down to the living room and sat down, where Gibran and Willy had been with their cell phones.

"Where are you now? Haven't you? Says auntie lo has a fever?" Dea nodded, "good."

"Eh gini-gini! I have the same request, more precisely the request Kenzi..." Inggrid was smiling laughably, they both knew that Inggrid and Kenzi had only been in a relationship for a week.

"What?" ask Dea.

"He wants revenge on Rama!" if Gibran doesn't flinch, it's different than Willy and Dea.

"Revenge?" ask Willy.

"What did Rama ever do to Kenzi? Should Sampe have revenge?" tanya Dea begins to feel if Kenzi is toxic to Inggrid.

Inggrid brushed off the air, "have it! Yes where do I know too, just said he did not like Rama, never in the tons of thugs, se frequency is not the same we, equally do not like Rama same MIPA 3?" Inggrid laughed for approval, Dea threw a look at Willy. Perhaps only Gibran answered in agreement while Dea and Willy chose silence.

"Come on guys! For me, for me! Kenzi is my girlfriend, whatever I do to him,"

"Grid, are you sure? How come I'm not the same as Kenzi?" Willy argues to make Inggrid a manyun, "fix you guys don't love me!"

"What's the plan?" ask Gibran. Ingrid begins to map out Kenzi's plan, enough to make Dea and Willy surprised, "lo crazy Grid? Nara temen we loh! If you want revenge with Rama why take Nara?" asked Willy exclaiming.

"Indeed not enough slander Rama doang that? If you want to bales, why not rich Willy at the top, it looks battered," asked Dea swallow saliva is difficult, because the action this time has included criminality.

"Let's go, De! Tell him who Nara is with Rama is not the same Willy, is it Will?! Comeon!" beujuk Inggrid's.

Dea shook her head inexhaustibly, this was already untrue...Kenzi is really toxic, okay Dea admitted that if they often bully other friends, but not as criminal, this time is really extreme.

Dea bit his fingernails confused, because Inggrid had a dispute with him and Willy who did not agree even though Willy finally relented, while he himself could only stay still and Gibran just follow how crowded.

It won't stop but it won't help, Dea is in the middle. He did not really like the look of Rama, MIPA 3 but not until so. The girl remembers Rifal's bag, under the pretext of returning the bag, then she will tell Rifal to tell Rama as well as Nara if they will be the target of slander as well as malicious plans from Kenzi and Ingrid.

"Ma! Dea come out first can't you?" tanya Dea approached mama in the middle seat.

Mama's brows furrowed, "loh, this is a malem, you're also sick, De...where are you going?"

"Back the Rifal bag, ma. It was late afternoon. Kasian's going to school tomorrow to miss his bag here,"

Mama chuckled, "weird, why is that big bag until you miss it?"

"Ck, your tea still hurts De. Want to get out of Malem?!"

Dea scowled to persuade her mama, "awhile ma. Then while snacking, Dea bring a coke inhaler, wear a sugarcane jacket!" her smile.

Mama narrowed her eyes at long time, "yes! Mama's phone used to be a complex security guard!" Dea widens the smile, "mama want no nitip? Dea wants a toast that's in the middle?"

Mama shook her head, "laughs."

Dea had gone down with his thick jacket, sling bag and Rifal's bag, in front of which the complex security guard was waiting with his motor matic.

The girl raised her hand in front of her mother, "what?" ask mama. Dea grinned wide, "money? Make toast?!" chortled.

"Heuu! Mama is also the one who exited! The papa has not given money this month ahhh," he replied ngomel but did not mind giving a red sheet of money to his youngest daughter.

"Hatur nohun mama!" Dea immediately slid to the front of the house and then climbed into the rear seat of the motorbike.

"Where is this neng?"

Dea looks at the phone and reads a message from Rifal.

Dea swept through the entire house in this complex, "where's Dea's house?" ask Mr. Yayat.

"Awhile sir, he said block D number 11, which paints his house ijo melon." replied Dea.

"Oh that's the rich one!" pointing Mr. Yayat towards the green house, Dea nodded. Mr. Yayat stopped the speed of the motorbike in the side house from Rifal's house.

"Sir wait here first yes, Dea will return again. Just moment!" mr. Yayat nodded.

Dea shouted in front of the fence of the house that looked lonely, "Mission! Alas, Fal!" the girl pushed the iron fence that turned out to be unlocked.

But he had just stepped foot in the courtyard, even his hand still holding the iron fence he had been startled by the sound of people fighting from inside the Rifal house.

"It's good that I don't die in public! You think that cheating is the same as me! You wife don't know it's lucky!" shouted a man.

"You're a brash!! Your son is equally insolent!"

"Dear your mouth! You se tan woman!"

Now the voice of the young man he recognized was heard there, "don't you make a fuss, you both aren't ashamed of your neighbors?!"

"Whisper you brat!"

"Lo who's a whore girl!"

"Gue told you, girls are just broken and destroyed people's families!" Rifal.

"You'RE DIEM! Don't try to make papa dizzy!"

*Plakk*!

*bughh*!

Women's era voices and shouts rang out, as well as punches and slaps.

Dea held her breath to hear the curse of a woman, as well as the man in the voice she recognized was Rifal.

Dea held her dadha in place of freezing, until finally Rifal came out of the house to find the girl was silent with a fearful expression.

"Dea?"

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