Love Wrapped Nista

Assistance

"So stay here, Ma'am?"

"Mr ..."

Zahra was confused and scratched her temple at a glance. He glanced at the simple jewelry he used.

"Mas, if I pay for this wear can not ya? You see, I don't have any more money" I'm Zahra, frankly, he showed the man his ring.

The young man before Zahra seemed to smile for a moment then shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, I can't, Mom! We only serve cash payments using cash, debit or credit cards," he said.

Zahra was confused to hear the worker's words. While the day began to run late in the afternoon and he could not find any other reference to the place of stay because in addition to having no money, his phone was also gone.

"You know where I can sell my ring? The closest one from here?"

The man nodded weakly.

Zahra immediately withdrew from the reception desk, sitting in front of the inn lobby with her body bent and palms covering her face. He was so sad about his own fate.

"I'm sorry, I overheard your conversation with the receptionist."

Zahra turned her head to the side, where a middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful was greeting her.

Zahra smiled at a glance, appreciating the greeting of the woman.

"You're a pickpocket?" ask the woman again.

Zahra nodded weakly. I don't know, it doesn't feel like talking anymore, what he thinks is his next goal without a penny of money and a cell phone.

"May I pay for your ring?"

Zahra nodded enthusiastically. "Will the madam buy it?" tanyakanya.

"How much did you sell it?"

"When you buy it, it doesn't cost 5 million. Madam can appreciate half of it, that's okay" Zahra said.

The woman smiled gently. "Alright, I'll pay him 5 million pas."

Zahra gasp. "really? But the price is not so much, Madam!" the answer.

"But I think your needs are more than that, if you look at your appearance and the incidents that have befallen you, you seem to be a newcomer here. You need the money to rent lodging and buy a new cell phone, maybe." The woman spoke very softly and her words were well-mannered.

Then, the middle-aged woman opened the handbag she was holding, taking something from it.

"I only hold 2 million cash. The rest I make checks, yeah."

Zahra nodded with a deep sense of arrogance. But at least the help of this woman could keep him from sleeping on the streets.

The woman handed over the money and the check she had written in front of Zahra.

"Tomorrow, you can cash the money in the bank across the street from this inn," said the middle-aged woman smiling.

"Thank you very much, ma'am." Zahra immediately gave her the ring after the money was handed to her.

The woman laughed softly, even her laughter sounded crisp and charismatic. " I bought your ring, yeah. My name is Devia" he said, extending a hand.

"Yes, I ... Hana," said Zahra, inexplicably she introduced her little name to this kind woman before her.

The woman nodded at a glance. "You better book a room right away" he said, starting to stand up from his seat followed by Zahra.

"Yes, Madam."

The woman looked at Zahra. "Don't call me that, Hana!" said gently.

"I don't know what else to call you" said Zahra.

The woman smiled. "Call me Aunty" he chanted while patting Zahra's shoulder intimately.

"L-yes, Aunt..."

They also split up in the lobby of the inn.

Once he arrived at his room, Zahra immediately laid his body that felt very tired.

Suddenly Zahra remembered something she had almost forgotten.

"What if yesterday's incident caused me to get pregnant out of wedlock?" zahra muttered to himself.

Zahra nodded slowly. "No, I don't want to!" he said he was sobbing again, his memory returning that night and making him sick of remembering Ken's face.

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The twilight had turned into darkness. The day began at night accompanied by the following points of rain falling on the earth floor.

A man seemed to wipe his face again and again, sighing deeply for some time. He was determined to meet his girl who still did not want to open the door of the house.

Let alone opening the door, perhaps even seeing her face the girl no longer wanted to.

Ken knew all this was a consequence of everything he had confessed to Zahra. He did not deny anything that was wrong with the girl.

He did not explain anything to the girl, let the girl think with his own mind, then he also let the girl deduce what had happened according to Zahra's own point of view.

Not once did Ken defend himself against Zahra's accusations, because he had his own reasons that only he knew what his intentions and purposes were.

But, Zahra's punishment for not wanting to meet him until this second - enough to saturate him. At the very least, Zahra should have just kicked him out of here, not silenced him like this - from noon.

Zahra's phone is no longer active, but this afternoon the call was still connected even though it was never answered even by the girl.

Ken kept waiting in Zahra's rented house, not knowing when he would be there. Maybe until tomorrow he will do - as long as Zahra opens the door for him and welcomes him with a smile.

A smile?

Ken shook his head slowly, where perhaps Zahra would smile at him again. That is a very high and impossible expectation!

With Zahra not slapping him alone he should have been grateful. Why did she expect to get a smile from that girl?

Your dream Ken! his inner.

"Mas, wait who? The house was dark and seemed empty, Mas!" The voice of a woman still wearing a mukena greeted Ken from behind the fence of Zahra's rented house. Maybe the woman just came home from the mosque.

Ken's aghast. He just realized this house is completely dark even the room in it was not a single lamp that illuminates.

If Zahra was inside, her house couldn't be this closed.

Why is it so stupid? Goddamnit!

"The girl who contracted here?" ken asked the woman across there with a confused look.

Why didn't he just ask Zahra where she was with the neighbors from this afternoon? This environment is indeed quiet because around Zahra's rented house is filled by workers who are certainly working during the day.

"Lacking to know, Mom! Ask the owner of the rented house! The house is at the end of it." The woman pointed in the opposite direction.

"Thank you" said Ken with a flat face without a smile. His face is that, right?

Ken immediately got on his bike and headed for the house that the woman had intended.

He asked there and got another disappointment, it turns out Zahra had left the house since the day before noon, saying goodbye and handed the keys to the original owner. That means, Zahra doesn't contract there anymore.

"That means all day I've been doing useless things!" Ken muttered. He felt stupid as stupid as hell, he should have thought this from the beginning and immediately looked for the existence of 'Hananya'. Time wasted turned out to be.

"Then what now, Ken?" he asked for a monologue on himself. He got on his bike and left there with a raging feeling.

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