Love Wrapped Nista

Special Rasta/Cira 2

"Who's dating!" quick Reject.

"We're not dating yet!" chirp Rendy while smiling at Rasta.

"Yet? I mean going out, is that it?" Rasta stared intently at the figure of the man who was still wearing his helmet, but Rendy only grinnedly responded to Rasta's question and attitude to him because she thought Rasta was Cira's om who was protective of her nephew.

"Come, lo!" rasta's word to Cira and Gadia immediately walked to enter the house, but not yet to the doorway, Cira turned back to the direction where Rasta and Rendy were still there.

"Rendy, thanks again for coming home. Sorry to bother you." Cira smiled faintly at Rendy and Rendy nodded while waving to the girl. However, Cira immediately lowered her face as her eyes unintentionally looked at Rasta who was already glaring at her.

Cira immediately turned around and entered the house.

Rasta immediately looked at Rendy again after making sure Cira had really entered the house. "Well..." Rasta pointed at Rendy with her index finger. "Don't even once again nganterin Cira, understand lo!" emphatically.

Rendy opened her helmet, then reached out to Rasta.

"What's this?" tanya Rasta refers to Rendy's helping hand. He was quite surprised to see the look of Rendy who turned out to have a version of boyband-typical boyband dream of girls in the present.

"Remember, om!" said Rendy who again just grinned the horse at Rasta and just immediately pulled Rasta's hand to be kissed reverently.

"What the hell!" Rasta took off his hand immediately. "What did I say?" tanyakanya.

"Drivers, Om!" said Rendy scratching his nape that was not itchy.

"Don't approach Cira again!"

"What's wrong, Om?"

"Pake a lot more boy, the pokonya I said no yes no. Guess it's her job at school, she can't be close to a guy let alone dating!"

"Oh, is that it, Om? Yes, I'm home first!"

"Yes, another one. You don't have to follow Cira calling me Om! I'm not Om lo!"

"I-iya Om... uh, sir!"

"Kok Sir? Am I Mr Lo?"

"No, no. Yaudah, excuse me for that." Rendy who does not know what to call Rasta, immediately put on his helmet and stopped his motorcycle to pass immediately from the front of Rasta who he suspects is Om Cira.

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Rasta went inside the house and saw Cira who had changed her clothes, it seemed like Cira was about to have lunch now.

Rasta moved towards the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of cold water from it. He glanced at Cira who took the dinner plate and headed towards the direction where the rice cooker was.

"Eat lo?" asked Rasta who saw Cira was silent, even though she waited for Cira who asked her to talk but unfortunately the girl was indifferent to the existence of Rasta.

"Hmm," said Cira indifferently.

Rasta feels Cira's attitude is very strange because usually Cira will talk a lot, is Cira angry at him because of his attitude earlier that accused Cira of dating?

"I am also dong! I'm laper!" rasta said trying to get attention so that he knew Cira was really angry or not at him.

Cira did not say, just take another plate for Rasta and get rice also for the man.

A moment later Cira gave a plate that already contained rice to Rasta. Rasta received it with a strange look to Cira who suddenly became quiet.

Cira sat down at the dinner table and picked up the side dishes served by Ira's mother who was also there because Devia had gone to the Hospital again to take care of Frans.

Rasta sat down next to Cira, took the side dish as well and started eating but he could not bear to see Cira's attitude which seemed to deliberately silence him.

Cira also does not know why Rasta came to this house and found him home with Rendy earlier. What a shit his fate. However, Cira did not want to ask what purpose Rasta came, he was again in lazy mode talking to the figure of the man next to him.

"Lo's mad at me?" ask Rasta at last.

"No," said Cira as she chewed her food.

"Why did diem?"

"What would you like to talk about? Nothing to discuss!" Cira sniffed his shoulders indifferently.

"Who-is!" said Rasta fast.

"What's emang?"

"That's. about-about elo dating! I told you not to be boyfriend!"

Cira stared fiercely at the man. "I told you I'm not dating!" upset answer. He stopped his eating activities immediately because of badmood with a discussion of Rasta that sucks.

"She's just me getting me home, what's wrong?" cut the quick.

"Wrongly so!" rasta replied that he would not lose.

"Where's wrong? I'd like to order a taxi online as usual but I'm lowbet. I had no other choice so I took on Rendy. If you want to accuse me, I'm angry in front of me, I'm ashamed, Om!" answer the emotion.

Rasta fell silent, only this time he saw Cira was very angry because of his actions. What the fuck? He should be angry because this girl came home delivered with a guy, why now Cira is scolding him?

"Kok being an angry lo, anyway?"

"Yes, I'm angry! I'm ashamed to be accused so in front of my friends!"

"I should be the one who's angry, Cil.lo who came home with that guy should be the one who's angry!" rasta said lowering the intonation of her voice.

"Why should you be angry? Jealousy?" cira said annoyed.

"Jealous? Where did you conclude that? Yeah no! I just can't accept that you're dating while I'm tired of helping you with the school list!" rasta Refutation.

"And I told you not to date! He's just my friend!" Cira got up from her chair and wanted to move on immediately.

"Where are you going? The meal of the bells is over!" rasta Protest.

"Sheel!" Cira stepped quickly towards her room which was on the other side of the ground floor room.

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Rasta daydreams in her room, inexplicably thinking of Cira's return from school this afternoon, delivered by a guy.

"Ken and Hana used to have feelings for each other since High School, right? I'm also horrified that Ken often nganterin Hana back to the motor home..." Rasta monologues to herself.

"If Cira often delivered like that guy..maybe he will have a taste to the guy!" Rasta started to think about this. He finally decided to call Ken.

"Hallo,"

"Lo interrupt, Cuuk!" ken protests while clucking from across the call.

"Bothering huh? Why else would you, Cuuk? I want a story!"

"For the farm, Cuuk!" answer Ken.

Rasta snorted because she knew what Ken meant, while Ken was blown away from across the street.

"Pause first your activities! I want to tell you about Cira!" rasta said at last.

Ken laughed at Rasta's words.

"Why are you laughing? Is anything funny? Durhaka's sister-in-law emang lo!"

"Gue thinks there's an important problem what's up to call me! Apparently want a chat session," Ken sneered.

"Seriously i...."

"Why the same Cira? So you marry her?"

Rasta let out a long breath. "No, that's it!" the answer. "She's just as cute as the guy at her new school."

"Seriously lo? Yes, it is natural, for the size of High School children... Cira emang beautiful, do not lose the same as my wife in high school. It's like that now!" kekeh Ken deliberately teases Rasta.

"Sia lan lo! I'm serious about taking kayak gini! Nyesel I called you! Just write my quota!"

Back Ken was widened because of the grumbling of his brother-in-law.

"You know, you don't need a long story I can already guess if you're jealous, right?"

"Where is there!" rasta Refutation.

"Well..if you want a rival with the High School children continue anyway, Bro! But, if you do not want to compete again because of shame whether age is good lo halalin aja, kelar...."

"That sat lo emang!"

"Haha, that's my advice! Yes, Hana will mengambek if I cuekin!"

Rasta stared annoyed at his phone that was not connected to the call because Ken just disconnected the phone.

"Sister-in-law there's no morality!" grunts while shuffling his own hair.

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