Love Wrapped Nista

Evades

"Jen!!" ken exclaimed at the figure of the woman he believed to be Jenar, but the woman seemed to avoid Ken.

With his step up and a little running finally Ken was able to reach the last position of the woman he thought as Jenar, but until there Ken did not find anyone.

"Where is he?" Ken stared at the closed room. He believed that the woman had slipped into the room.

Ken could have gone in there, but he didn't want to do that because he had other plans.

Ken decided to leave there and followed Rasta who from the beginning he told to wait in front of the gate of the court building.

"Meet?" rasta asked as she saw Ken return, Ken shook his head faintly.

"Certainly? Lo aja's aja?"

"Gue's sure it's Jenar, but I have another way to meet him, not by way of kayak gini romp."

"Okay," said Rasta as she walked towards the old car that is still loyal to her use to this day.

"You need any help, you call me!"

"Sip!" Ken gave his thumbs up and turned the other way where many cars were parked.

Until the parking lot, he called Jenar's mobile number. If waiting does not get results, then you must start to uncover everything.

Ken's first call went unanswered by Jenar, and Ken kept calling her number until Jenar answered her phone.

"Where are you?" ask Ken to the point.

"I-I'm at home, yeah at home!" jenar answered.

"Aren't you going to do a DNA test?"

"Surely so, I want to prove it to you, too, Ken."

"Yes, I'm ready now, where do I meet you?"

"Non't now!" prevent the Jenar fast.

"Why?"

"Ehm, my gestational age is still too early to do that."

"When then?"

"A few months away."

"Well, I want to see you now."

"Now? U-for what?"

"To talk about the boy, hurry up!"

"I can't now Ken! I'm busy at home" Jenar refused.

"Why are you avoiding?"

"It's not like that, Ken!"

"What isn't that? You're avoiding me! Wasn't the other day you asked me to meet? Why avoid now?"

Jenar fell silent and Ken cut off his call next to the party. He stood in front of a car.

No need to wait long, finally what Ken planned to happen. The car that Ken sandari heard sounded because the remote car access alarm was pressed by the owner.

Ken chuckled cynically when he found that Jenar was already in front of him with a look of surprise when he saw her.

"So this court is your home?" satir Ken because Jenar said he was in his house.

Jenar wants to run away, but Ken immediately catches the beautiful woman's arm.

"I told you I don't want to see you yet, Ken!" jenar.

"Why are you avoiding me? I obviously saw you!" kekeh Ken slowly, if earlier he could not intercept Jenar, then waiting in front of this woman's car would certainly produce results like today, right? He did not need to get tired of running after Jenar who deliberately avoided him.

"What do you want, Ken?" ask Jenar at last.

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Rasta got out of the court area and drove her old car at a moderate speed.

Until the middle of the trip, he stopped the car in front of a pharmacy because he wanted to redeem Uncle Sapta's medicine.

Rasta returned to his car with a leisurely walk, but he was so surprised when he found someone was in the back seat of his car while curled up, the sound of boredom from someone that made Rasta look back.

"Geez!" Rasta held her chest in shock, the feeling she had only left the car for a moment to redeem the medicine why was it now filled by someone else, when did it enter? His old car does have a weakness in the back door that can be opened just like that even though the other door is locked.

The one who was curled up in the seat slowly began to dare to open his face and stare at Rasta's face.

"Cira?" Rasta was very surprised that he recognized the figure.

"Om, help me, Om!" Cira cried while occasionally her gaze probed towards the streets.

Rasta panic. "Lo why, you little?" tanyanya.

"I'm being chased by people!"

"Can't you?"

"Later the story, can you not now go from this area?" urge Cira while crying.

Rasta sighed then nodded as well.

"Move ahead! I'm not your driver!" the sarcophagus, but Cira shook her head violently.

"So you want to stay behind?"

"They?" ask Rasta again. The fix that pursues Cira is not one person, but more.

After clucking his tongue, Rasta drove his car as well. Occasionally he glanced at Cira who was still making faces in the back seat.

"Where are you going? Back to the parlor?" ask Rasta.

"No, I don't live there!"

"Huh? Why?"

"The whole story, Om."

"Continue going to dong?"

"Ke Hana's house, how?" cira said giving a proposal.

"Don't, Hana's sick and in a lot of trouble."

"Yes, go to Om's house!"

Rasta laughed cynically. "What I really did when I brought you home. What the world says!"

"Please help me, Om!"

"Gue will help you tell me what happened first."

"Yes yes..."

Finally Rasta took Cira to the city park. Until there the girl still did not want to get out of the car because she was still in a state of fear.

"Lo why the hell? If you keep gini I just stay here, down?" rasta Ancam.

"I-yes," said Cira at last.

Rasta prepares to get down the car, but Cira's hand pulls the hoodie she's wearing.

"What else?

"This pinjem...." Cira pointed to Rasta's Hoodie.

"Lo asked for help still ngerepotin ya too!" hiss Rasta, but seeing Cira's face that was melancholy finally he did not have the heart, he also took off his hoodie to be worn by the girl.

Rasta immediately got out of the car without waiting for Cira who was still wearing a hoodie so as not to be easily recognized by the people who were chasing her.

Rasta sat in the garden chair and Cira followed by her.

"I've been adopted by someone else, Om."

Cira's words managed to make Rasta turn her head.

"Certainly? Yes, it's good if you're at the age of you who now eloquently meet adoptive parents!"

Cira shakes. "They're not that smooth as I am. Who would want to accommodate a foreign girl without a certain intention."

"You mean?"

"The wife's husband has a disorder.they even want to make me a partner for the husband and wife relationship between them."

"What's? You mean they want to be your partner for three-some, so?" guess the shocked Rasta isn't playing.

Cira nodded at Rasta's correct guess.

"Certainly? It happened?"

Cira is crying. "Almost, in the first days I lived with them, they looked very affectionate and considered me a child, but I ended up. I..."

"Why? Lo flanked by them?" Somehow Rasta felt emotions hearing this reality.

"I was forced to see them in touch..."

Rasta looked at Cira with her eyes bulging. "What, really!?"

"At first I was told to look, I was told to join for a long time. I don't want to, I refuse, as long as they're still understood, long as they don't want to know anymore, I'm forced, I keep trying to escape since I know they're weird. Over and over again, until I finally escaped today."

Rasta scratched her non-itchy head.

"Report to the police, yes!" said decide.

"I don't dare, Om! They're the ones who are and are quite influential in this town."

Rasta let out a long breath. "But you haven't done anything yet, have you?"

"Not yet, do not know if I did not manage to escape, maybe.... already.." cira lirih.

"Lo is a minor, if you come with me and those who have an adoption power of attorney, there I will be a problem. The only way, yes you have to dare to report them to the new authorities you can get away from them."

Cira was silent, Rasta's words were right, he had not even turned 17 years and the adoption letter was indeed owned by a sick couple.

"I don't dare, Om!"

"When are you 17?"

"Three more months."

"Yes, the only way you have to report to the police or if you don't dare too, yes you must be on the run while waiting to be old enough."

"You're old enough, what should I do?"

"Lo look for a man who wants to marry you, it's already running out. because your husband will be more entitled to you, than both of your adoptive parents!"

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