Love Wrapped Nista

Special Rasta/Cira 8

Cira went into the room, she held her lips that had just felt the first kiss.

"Oh my goodness! Why don't I try to marry you! If I'm a sin!" muttered Cira, he walked back and forth in his own room.

Before long, the sound of knocking on the door was heard and it was clear it was Rasta because there was no one else at home.

Tok tok tok tok

"Cil, I'm back..."

Cira did not say, he felt chaotic now as a result of the actions of the man behind the door.

"Cil, I'm home. about that last time, yes, Cil. Maklumin ya Cil my brain already rada oleng."

Cira was still silent but he thought about the words of Rasta who easily asked him to forget the incident just now.

The next minute, Cira opened the room door, he thought Rasta had certainly gone because it was quiet but it turned out that once he opened the door his body almost hit the chest field of the man because his height was only limited to Rasta's chest.

"O-om, aren't you home yet? I thought I was home!"

"Gue wait for you! I'm sorry soall that earlier, lupain aja well, Cil. Consider me a khilaf!"

"Khilaf is the same boy!" muttered Cira.

"Yes, not a khilaf..Maybe I'm crazy!" rasta said his words.

"That's it, Om? Not because Om doesn't think of me as a kid anymore, does he?" Cira gave herself to stare fixedly at the man's brownish eyes.

"Yes yes, Cil..." Rasta dodged not daring to look at Cira again, he turned around and was ready to leave from there.

"Have I told you I was dipping? Yesterday I kissed my forehead, now kiss my lips! Om says I'm a kid but how dare you do that to me! Now om ngaku khilaf, even om said that the brain om who has been sliding! I think it's crazy, huh! HOW CAN I FORGET THAT WHILE OM HAS STOLEN MY FIRST KISS!" cira said loudly.

Rasta was silent, frozen. Moments later he turned to look at Cira Yanv on the doorstep.

"Okay, I was wrong. I admit I can't think of you as a kid anymore. Actually said Chandra.hmm, Chandra same mind I was eleven twelve. Don't forget that if you can't, but I'm still sorry!" Rasta also passed from before Cira and did not look at the slightest.

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In the evening, Rasta was pensive in the balcony of his room, he plucked a guitar to reduce the burden of his mind regarding Cira. But only a few moments after that he again felt troubled.

Wanting to call Ken but not because he psti became his sister-in-law months if he confessed to Ken that he had kissed Cira.

Finally Rasta just played his phone without knowing what to do. He accidentally opened the mobile phone gallery and found a photo of a girl holding both plates left in her hand. The girl smiled at the camera, Cira.

"Cira, Cira, Cira. Now my brain is full of names!" annoyed Rasta threw her phone towards the sofa in the balcony.

Rasta looked at the clear sky, he thought again about every move and speech that he had been throwing at Cira, he let out a heavy sigh.

"I think I'm talking to myself." he said monologue.

"Haiiissssss," Rasta grumbled as she ruffled her own hair.

He looked back at the streets, then he was confused again to think of Cira who was underage. Not to mention thinking about the problem that befell the girl.

"Do I have to keep him like this? Or.... I just let him marry someone else?"

Finally Rasta again called Ken because he could not hide anything to his best friend since long ago.

Until the end of his sister, Zahra, who took over Ken's cell phone to talk to him.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sis.."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, deck..."

"Sister, I'm sorry. I just want to give you a solution brother, the solution I give there are two. I just choose which."

"First of all, you let Ira marry Chandra if Chandra wants to tie her up in a halal marriage."

"But, Han... Chandra it-"

Zahra cut her words. "I'm not finished, brother. Chandra's business is female or not, what difference does she have with big brother? I'm sure Chandra can change."

"But not Chandra either, Han!"

"Okay, basically freelance brother Cira, let him solve his problems if he has to marry ya have let him marry anyone, that's even if the brother is hearty and willing."

"The second solution, an older brother who married another woman. It's up to who's important a good woman and loves a sister."

"Why am I, deck?"

"Yes, this is a solution so that you do not think about Cira, removing responsibility from Cira so that Cira also does not hope and depend on brother."

"But deck..."

"Udah, my solution is only two. Let Cira marry someone else. The second brother who married someone else. I choose which one!"

"Is there a third solution, Han?"

"I don't exist, but Ken seems to have..."

A moment later the phone was in Ken's hands.

"Lo wants to know the solution from me, yes like the beginning, Cuuk! Who married Cira! You run around problem, Cira problem is also runnin! It's been sorted out..." It's not Ken's name if he doesn't have an absurd answer, but somehow it feels hard on his heart.

"Gue can't!"

"What reason? Not love?" ken tera.

"Hmmm..."

"Now gini, you want him to marry another guy? If not, it means you have the same taste. Or not gini, you want to marry another girl? This wedding is not a game! You think carefully Hana and I advice, which is best according to you!"

Rasta disconnected her call. He looked again at the picture of Cira on his phone. He counted the days, almost 2 months Cira fled from his adoptive parents. Next month we are 17 years old. Will he accept if Cira receives another man's proposal on the grounds of helping out from the girl's problems?

"The problem is lo. but why am I yanv puyeng, Cil..." Rasta said while looking at Cira's photo.

After all, Rasta knew what it was like to live in hiding, he had run it years ago so as not to be found by the enemy Owen-sang at that time. So, little did he know the feelings of Cira who now had his life to hide in order to avoid his adoptive parents.

"Am I following Ken's advice?"

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