Love Wrapped Nista

Special Rasta/Cira 7

"Lo can be invited by Chandra to come home together!" rasta's nagging on Cira as soon as the car moves out of the school area.

"Not that, Om... Chandra's brother was his friend Abang Ken and Om too, so I-" Cira's speech stopped in the air because Rasta immediately cut off the girl's speech.

"Keep, stick to him, I want you to! You just met Chandra, Cil! You don't know what he's like! I know what's going on inside her head!" rasta Emotions.

Cira was silent and downcast, he had just known Chandra and he knew now where the fault was. Easily believe. It's just that his innocent little heart felt Chandra wouldn't hurt him much less Chandra knew Rasta and Ken, that's what he thought.

"Gue is not hypocritical, fill Chandra's head with me is not much different actually, eleven twelve. only his view to the elo, if she thinks you're a girl!" Rasta shook her head inexhaustibly with Chandra's words that emphasized that.

"Yes, I know I was wrong, Om. I'm sorry. What if Chandra thinks I'm a girl is wrong, huh?"

"Yes wrong!" sahut Rasta fast.

"And I'm a girl, Om!" cira said innocently.

"Lo is a boy! So Chandra's brain is wrong!" rasta said lightly.

Cira was silent with teary eyes, a few moments later he returned to berusara.

"You Om consider me a boy, don't force others to think I'm similar to your thinking! If you think I'm a kid, why are you afraid I'm going home with Chandra?" Cira looked at Rasta who was driving the car.

Rasta let out a long sigh, the next split second she braked her car abruptly. He thought about the question Cira had to answer with what word he answered because his perception of Cira had indeed changed - from thinking Cira was just a boy but now he had admitted that Cira was indeed a girl inside his heart alone - whereas in his words, he always denied it. That he did not happen things that are not desirable if he recognizes Cira as a girl.

"Why stop here, Om?" ask Cira astonishment. "Keep why is Om silent? Answer my question, Om! If you think I'm a kid, why should you be afraid I'll be picked up by Chandra?" demand Cira.

Rasta was silent while looking straight ahead, his hands clasped tightly to the steering wheel, as if he wanted to crush it just because of his annoyance.

"Gue doesn't want to see a girl." said Rasta slowly.

"Why?"

"Because until that happens, my view and treatment of elo can change."

"meaning? I don't get it."

Rasta is anxious to see Cira's innocent attitude and does not understand her meaning. Gosh... facing Cira indeed must have extra patience. (Othor should also be extra patient facing you Rasta😂)

"Have it, you don't need to understand! The point in my eyes is that you are still a boy that I have to guard from wild animals like Chandra!" rasta said at last.

Cira clucked, then she remembered something Chandra had said before Rasta came.

"But Om, that's why Chandra said he wanted to help me..."

"Help what?" asked Rasta indifferently while wanting to stop his car back.

"That's a lot, about marriage. He wants me to marry for two years it's okay to let me get away from my adoptive parents!" cira explained frankly.

Rasta was silent with thoughts that had gone everywhere.

"Fix Chandra wants to benefit you!"

"No dong, Om! Chandra's sister wants to help me, do I take it. 'cause-"

"So!" cut Rasta fast.

"What did you answer? It's my life, it's up to me dong!"

Rasta did not turn on the engine of his car, he looked at Cira with guts. "What did you say? Try again what you said just now!" said fierce.

Cira looked at Rasta timidly. "Which one? Chandra wants to call and marry me? Or is this my life up to me?" ask with great caution.

Rasta laughed blandly. "Both!" said it. "Now I ask you, yes..emang lo want to be a widow in a dozen years?" tanyanya.

"No!"

"Yes, don't accept Chandra's offer!"

"If we marry each other, there will be no widow at the age of a dozen, Om! That there is marriage so forever," replied Cira confident with her perfunctory style, but make Rasta chuckle fast.

"But Chandra's man, Cil! I know what Chandra is!"

"Surely, he's kind enough to help me!"

"Bela aja terosss," said Rasta annoyed.

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At home, the two men just kept quiet, no longer arguing and just throwing hostile views because Cira had continued to defend Chandra and Rasta did not like it.

"Down with napain?" cira asked Rasta who came out of the car.

"You want to eat!" said Rasta.

"Mama is not home, Ira's mother also did not enter today because her son was sick... Come home there!" expel Cira.

"Yeee, scared lo? I'm not going to do anything, I'm just a kid!" Rasta rattled Cira's hair while walking towards the door of the house.

Rasta went straight to the kitchen and apparently did not find any food there because Devia did not have time to cook.

"Nothing, huh, Om?" Cira also wanted to change her clothes in the room.

Rasta just cleared her throat slowly.

"I'll be masakin, yep!" pekik Cira from the end of the hall that connects to the room he occupied.

Rasta ignored Cira's words, he opened the refrigerator looking for something that was there for his execution into lunch.

He saw a box of pasta, sausage, cornet, he took it. Not to forget spaghetty saos, cheddar cheese, paprica, onions and then he took it all out on the table near the stove.

When Cira had come out of the room in other clothes, the girl was quite speechless to see there was a new chef in her kitchen, she fell silent, agape.

Rasta was wearing an apron, looking funny and not suitable for Cira's eyes because of her looks. But Cira let alone, not intending to help at all, he was willing to enjoy this rare sight. A macho man cooking in the kitchen. Huhuhoo...

Rasta filled a small pot with water, lit the stove and boiled water on it, while waiting for it he chopped onions, cut sausages and opened corned cans, then he also chopped paprica, and then he also chopped paprica, then he put the paste into a pot of boiling water.

Stooped on the other, Rasta heats a little oil on teflon, sauteing onions then peppers and sausages last put corned and spaghetti saos and stir it into one.

No moment was missed in Cira's eyes, she really enjoyed the shrewdness of Rasta in playing the role of the chef at this time, in Cira's heart was more and more amazed to see the man.

"Gue is handsome from birth!" chirp Rasta in the middle of his activities. He said without looking at Cira and did not divert his attention from the menu of his cooking, making Cira swallow saliva with difficulty.

"Lo don't like to see me like that, netes light to the table!" Rasta.

"I'm drooling at the cooking, not the person!" refute the Chira while throwing away the face, dodging.

Rasta just smiled obliquely hearing it. A moment later, the pasta he cooked was served in two medium-sized dishes, he brought it towards the dining table where Cira had been sitting since.

"Hold it!" said Rasta.

"Put it on the table!"

"Have them both!"

Cira did not protest anymore, he held the two plates left in his hand, in his heart asked what Rasta would want with this.

Then Rasta pulled out her phone.

"Look here, Cil..."

Cira turned to look at Rasta, apparently the guy wanted to take pictures of Cira. "Smile, say cissss..."

Checkered

Cira could only shake his head to see Rasta's behavior, in his heart he mocked Rasta yanh like a child.

"Om you know, same thing as a kid?"

"Dong different! You call me the same kid?"

Cira nodded while taking his fork.

"What did you try?" ask Rasta while sitting next to Cira.

"It makes no difference!" cira said chuckling while bribing a roll of pasta that he had wrapped in his carp.

"Lo's son!" rasta Protest.

"Hehehe, this good betewe is also this." said Cira praised Rasta cuisine.

"Yes dong, I'm the cook!" answer Rasta pongah.

"I'm abisin, om!"

"Hmmm..."

They also eat together quietly because they enjoy the still warm food.

"Eat it slowly, Om!" cira said. Rasta turned to Cira and saw Cira who was eating very slowly but with a straw (Don't say don't know the straws yes, Mak😂)

"Lo himself ate sampe kayak gini," said Rasta who involuntarily cleaned the side of Cira's lips with his thumb. Cira froze with her eyes bulging, Rasta was initially unconscious but a second later she realized that now her finger was on the girl's lips.

Oh shit! He felt the softness of the lips of Cira through physical contact that he did himself.

Then somehow, the distance between the two of them became very close. Heart Cira felt like he wanted to jump out of the dispute. He wanted to protest but his protest came out after Rasta finished the action.

"What the hell, om!" Cira hit Rasta's chest and pushed her away, after which she inched away from the man's presence.

At once Rasta was aware of what he was doing, he just kissed Cira's lips. Gosh darn.

"Today I recklessly pecked his forehead now his lips. I'm really crazy!" muttered Rasta while memeganv his own lips.

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