Love Wrapped Nista

Get evidence

"Honestly, Jen, I'm giving you a chance to tell the truth now. But, if I ever find out you're lying to me, don't blame me if I sue you."

Ken said to Jenar who had been silent since then and did not dare to look at his face. Ken forced the woman to talk to him, although Jenar always had a tickle but eventually Ken managed to take her to an iron chair under a tree near the courthouse grounds.

"I'm..." Jenar seemed hesitant to say the word, but finally the woman said back. "This is Frans' son, Ken!" he said while holding his own stomach.

Ken felt very relieved, it turned out that his assumption had not been wrong.

"Then why did you say that it was my son?" ask Ken again.

"I'm holding Frans accountable, but he won't. He told me to go after you because he was going to take Zahra away from you. But it turns out that your relationship with Zahra is getting better and she is very upset when you bring Zahra to visit your Papa's house" Jenar finally explained.

"Why do you want to be used by Frans!" angry Ken.

"He didn't use me, I did it because I felt Frans' advice was better. I'm after you because I love you, Ken! And Frans.he loves Zahra, too, so I think things will break even!"

Ken laughed discordantly at Jenar's words that were not quite what they should be.

"Hahaha, Jen.heard me, maybe this fact will be very painful for you to hear, even if you chase me to the end of the world, even if later you can have me with that plan, he said, even if Hana would leave me disappointed about the child in your womb that you labeled as my flesh and blood, it would still not change the fact that the woman I love in this world is still only my wife, Zahra Alhana."

Ken's words were like a loud slap to Jenar, he was stunned to hear all the painful reality from Ken's lips.

"I know, Ken! She's the woman you've loved for a long time, but what's wrong if I want to have you too?" Jenar was crying.

However, Ken did not empathize in the least with the woman.

"Clearly wrong! I told you from the beginning that you can get a better man than me. In fact you're playing around with Frans, you're not listening to me at all, Jen!"

"I know I was wrong" said Jenar among her cries.

"Now I'm asking you, if Frans had wanted to take responsibility in the first place.. Would you not have come after me again?"

"Yes, this is Frans' son. I think more about my son's fate than I feel about you, if he wants to take responsibility, of course I prefer him. But, since Frans is not willing to take responsibility, so I take this opportunity to throw responsibility on you! As Frans suggested to me, so we agreed."

Ken shook his head weakly, already had the word he wanted to ask Jenar, then he took the phone that he had been hiding in his jacket pocket, pressed the off button to stop the recording of the sound.

Jenar looked at Ken with a questioning look, a second later she realized what Ken had done to her.

"You're recording our conversation, Ken?" tanyakanya.

"You think?"

"You're really recording it?" jenar Protest.

"Yes, to complete the evidence I've gathered."

Jenar was stunned to not believe the tactic that Ken did, after Ken intimidated him and he was honest, it turns out Ken actually recorded their conversation to leave evidence.

"Well, after this I'll ask you to sign a letter stating that it's not really my son" Ken said calmly.

"Ken, you can't do this to me!"

"Why can't you? I've already done the proof, right?" Ken smiled at her side.

Jenar did not accept this, she thought she would just be honest without leaving any evidence for Ken. So, even if Ken spoke the truth about the child that Genar was born with, no one would believe the man. But, now Ken has evidence that comes from the voice of Jenar himself. Now what should he be? What's he supposed to do?

Ken laughed softly at Jenar's silence.

"Why? Are you sorry you've been honest with me?" ken sarcas.

Jenar remained silent, in him was very sorry now. It turns out that Jenar was wrong to have underestimated a Ken.

"You're stupid, Jen! You forgot! You should know, if the one you're fighting right now is Kendra Winarya," Jenar's inner self-cursed. Ever since he knew Frans, he's been figuring out who Ken really is, when, since his relationship with Ken, he's never found out who he is. Now he realizes his superiority in facing an unpredictable Kendra Winarya.

"I'm home, time to see you is up. I have the gift to prove it to my wife. We'll see you later when the deal is ready." Ken spoke while showing off his phone in front of Jenar's face with a triumphant smile.

Then, Ken passed after confirming the face of Jenar who had really pias. Ken left with a satisfied grin on his calm face.

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On the other hand, Cira was silent digesting Rasta's speech.

"Married?" tanyanya slow. Rasta nodded in order to answer Cira's question.

"Maybe I got married at 17. Not to mention I don't have a candidate!" chirp Cira with her little voice.

"Yes, your adoptive parents must have an adoption letter, it's quite strong in the eyes of the law. So, how to get away from them you have to report to the police or get married" explained Rasta at length.

Cira shook his head, he could not report officials to the authorities because his life safety would be at stake. Not necessarily the report will be processed, because he is only a small person who does not have money and position, in contrast to his adoptive parents who can do anything including turning the facts.

It would be better if he chose to marry than against influential people-before the law.

Suddenly, Cira looked at Rasta who was looking at the streets, she immediately had a completely crazy idea.

"Of..."

"Hmm" muttered Rasta.

"Om help me, dad!"

"I'm helping you escape again!"

"Not that!"

"Continue?"

"Three more months, when I was 17... Who married me!" say Cira carefully.

"What?" Rasta looked at Cira with round eyes. He may have married Cira, who was still a boy. It could ruin his reputation all along if he marries a little girl like Cira.

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I'm watching the visual bonus Rasta yes, I always imagine him being Om Rasta Cira.