Love Wrapped Nista

Sly plan

Ken arrived at the club a little while because he had to change his vehicle first, he did not want to be the center of attention because he came there using his sports car.

Ken parked the motor that he now uses, his body a little wet because outside was drizzling since.

The night grew late as Ken entered the room with those dim shades. The atmosphere of the Club is always crowded and almost never empty of visitors, especially this Club is one that has the most complete and largest facilities in the city center, so it can be ascertained even more and more fans.

"Ken ..." Some friends who recognize Ken-welcome his arrival and they also 'high five' ria.

Ken saw Rasta sitting in the corner of the VVIP sofa was exhaling nicotine smoke accompanied by a woman.

Seeing Ken's arrival, Rasta asks the woman to leave immediately.

"Why lo?" ask Rasta to Ken who's been sitting on the couch.

Ken rubbed his face violently. Rasta threw a box of cigarettes on the table in front of the gondrong man. However, Ken just stared at her and did not touch her at all.

"Face up like a broken hearted man, lo!" ejek Rasta chuckles.

Ken was still silent but his gaze was sharp highlighting his comrade-in-law.

"Because I met Hana .." said Ken slowly.

"What?" rasta asked screech-Ken's voice was too slow in this noisy room.

"Because I met Hana this afternoon! I just met him!" ken replied screeching back with angry intonation.

Rasta shrieks, knowing that Ken isn't okay right now. But, if Ken met the girl of his past, why would Ken be angry like this?

"You should be happy, dong!" chirps Rasta finally.

Ken snorted loudly, gritting his teeth due to the feeling of annoyance that had yet to be vented. Sipping a sloven of the drink he just poured on the table.

"Don't tell me that my guess is real!" say Rasta again.

"What guess?" sniffle Ken.

"Lo .. again heartbroken!" rasta said carefully.

Ken clucked his tongue. "He wants to marry Frans." she said.

Byurs....

Rasta spouted out the drink she had just gulped.

"Frans, is that lo?" tanya Rasta made sure.

Ken stared intently at Rasta.

"Iye, iye, I mean ... Frans stepdad lo?" ralat Rasta finally.

Ken nodded lethargicly as he re-wetted his throat with the same drink.

Rasta shook her head inexhaustibly.

"The world is narrow, Bro! Or, Frans on purpose?" terka Rasta's.

"What intentional?"

"Yes he knows about lo and Hana, so he wants to marry Hana with the aim of avenging you!"

Ken shakes. "Where does he know, Be-go! I just don't know how I feel! All you know is me and you!" said it.

Rasta laughs. "It fits that!"

"What's the match?"

"Suit Hana taken people! Yeah, you're not trying to make a real feeling!"

Ken was speechless at Rasta's thoughtful-sounding words.

"You are not Frans who married him, yes surely he can marry someone else! Or maybe it took me the same!" chirps Rasta late.

Bugh!

"Let's say it to him, let him know, Cuuk!"

"Gue can't!"

"Why?"

"There's an angel, Ta! How could an angel be with me who is the devil!" I'm Ken at last.

Rasta chuckled loudly.

"Laughter keep on lo!" sniffle Ken.

"Yes, there is a new demon who confesses to himself..."

"Gue is self-conscious! Not like you who are unconscious, but you are also a demon!" teasek Ken.

"Gue is not a demon, Cuckoo! I'm dedemit!" kekehnya and Ken so joined in smiling because he heard the absurd words of his friend.

"Certainly? Did he marry Frans?" ask Rasta.

Ken shrugged his shoulders.

"This time you lose again to him, I don't want to be your friend again, Bro!" rasta Ancam.

"Bang-sat Lo!" aspir Ken chuckles.

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Not much different from Ken, Frans also spent the remnants of his heartbreak at the Club the other night. Actually, for several months he had never visited a place like this, but because of Zahra's refusal, Frans finally vent it with a ritual drunkenness.

Someone seemed to recognize Frans, and approached him.

"Frans ..." greet someone.

Frans complained, although drunk he was quite able to recognize who the person who greeted him.

"Bram's? Come on, accompany me!" frans said to wave his hand so that his friend approached him. He was not too drunk even though his behavior began to stagger.

Frans' friend, Bram, was sitting in a chair next to Frans, in front of a bar counter that showed a barista making his drinks.

"You haven't been seen in a long time, Frans!" said Bram.

"Hemm, I've been in Singapore for 6 months."

"So you just got here?"

Frans nodded.

"You got a problem, huh?" guess Bram.

"That's it" Frans replied.

"Is there a problem with the job? Or maybe because of women?"

Because Frans was already drunk, he did not think of any words to filter, then he easily told the problem to Bram.

"Okay, I get it now. If you really want that girl, I have tips and tricks so you can have her," Bram laughed softly.

"really? What'sthat?" ask Frans enthusiastically.

Bram whispers something to Frans and Frans chuckles at the advice Bram gave him.

"You market once!" frans said smiling slantingly.

"If it can make it yours, why not?" Bram laughed again and Frans nodded.

"I will make you my wife, Zahra! If in a good way I cannot, then I am forced to use this cunning way. I'm sorry, I wanted you too much and I didn't want Ken to interfere with something that would be mine!" Inner Frans made a determination.

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