Love Wrapped Nista

Seeking you

It's been this half daily Ken and Rasta move in search of Zahra's whereabouts. But they found no girl anywhere.

"You know, if we search manually, I'm sure for the next week we won't be able to find Hana" grumbled Rasta while driving her car.

"You mean?"

"This cake, Men!" Rasta pointed at her own head as a gesture for Ken to think hard.

"Gue can't think now! If I can think, I don't need you!" sniffle Ken.

Rasta clucked several times seeing Ken's stupidity because of Hana's departure, but usually Ken's brain is the most diluted to think in the attitude of his feet.

"Daddy if you're bucin!" sindir Rasta scoffed.

"Whisper lo!" ken said he wasn't happy.

Rasta chuckled softly. "Lo ask for help, bro! chirps.

Ken shook his head hard. "So!"

"Why?"

"Bokap must be the reason why Hana left and I don't want to explain what happened the same bokap, he certainly doesn't believe me, he must believe more in Hana's conclusion."

"Lagian elo .. why also lo biarin Hana thought ugly to lo! So complicated!"

"Let's go, Cuuk! Let Hannah not marry someone else and just want to marry me!"

Rasta's getting cackled. "Lo crazy pede! If he doesn't want to?"

"I'm forcing you to!"

"Kebellet lo marriage now?" Rasta Cibir.

Ken just smiled smirk then lit a cigarette in his fingers.

"Sheel! I want something!" ken said suddenly.

"What's? Can you think of it now?"

"Maybe Hana's coming home. Puter direction now, to Jalan Orchid!"

Ken just remembered that he had not visited the orphanage where Zahra grew up. Oh, my God, why did he forget?

Twenty minutes later, they had arrived in an old building with a white sign bearing the Mother's Orphanage.

"Assalamu'alaikum .. Can anyone be helped?" a not-so-old woman greeted Ken and Rasta who had just entered the gate of the parlour.

"Wa-wa'alaikumsalam," Ken replied stammered. I don't know when was the last time he said such a greeting. Until Rasta just smelled a smile to hear it.

"What are you doing, Mom?" ask the woman.

"Em... Can you meet Miss Nurma?" ask Ken slowly. He remembers Ms. Nurma sanking often she used to play and visit this home while still in High School.

The woman smiled and nodded.

"Who is it with? Let me call Mom to see Mas."

"Ken ..."

"Well, wait a minute, Mom."

Ken nodded and the woman passed, Ken didn't know the woman, maybe the new worker at the parlors.

In fact, since Ken has his own income, in addition to giving money to his foundation, he also funneled funds secretly to the orphanage where Zahra grew up because this orphanage has its own memories for him.

"Abang Ken ..." Ken took a quick glance at the yellow-skinned teenage girl greeting him, trying to recognize the little girl who knew his name.

"Ci-ra?" guess Ken only remembers one name that may be right or wrong?

The teenage girl nodded enthusiastically while smiling shyly.

"Are you really Cira?" ask Ken to make sure.

The girl nodded and shook Ken's hand.

"Lo know?" Rasta elbowed Ken at a glance and Ken nodded.

"Om this is Brother Ken's friend?" ask Cira.

"Omm?" ask Ken and Rasta at the same time.

"Yes, this Om." said Cira innocently while pointing at Rasta with her index finger.

Rasta and Ken look at each other until Ken finally laughs at Cira's call to Rasta.

"Hi little girl, I'm Ken's friend. You call Ken Brother.. Why do you call me Om?" rasta protests not accepted.

Cira chuckled, making Rasta scratch her head while Ken still chuckled.

"The call is suitable for you!" ken said at last.

Rasta snorted miserably and cast a glance in the other direction.

"You've grown up Cira," said Ken smiling.

"Well, you're old!" chirps Rasta scoffing.

"Lo's older, Om!" reply Ken.

Rasta bobbles her head, not knowing why she is impressed like Om-Om in the eyes of this teenage girl.

"Haiss!" gerutu Rasta's.

Ken greeted Ms. Nurma's hand with reverence and then Ms. Nurma invited them into the parlour's living room.

"Cira, make Abang Ken and his friend drink yes," Bu Nurma told Cira.

"Yes, Mom..." Cira nodded. "Angt ... Om.... What do you want to drink?" ask Cira politely.

"Jeez Om again," grumbled Rasta. "What are the origin of not poison" he told Cira.

Ken patted the eel, while Cira giggled amusedly with Rasta's words before the girl finally passed towards the pantry.

Rasta immediately got up and let Ken speak four eyes with Bu Nurma who smiled earlier.

"You healthy, Ken? You haven't been here in a long time. Maybe since ... finished High School yes," said Bu Nurma starting a conversation.

Ken nodded. "Healthy Mom, what about Mom?" tanyakanya.

"This is Ken, thank God you're a healthy mother. Is there anything important, Ken?" ask Bu Nurma softly.

Ken was confused to explain it to Bu Nurma, he was silent for a while until finally Bu Nurma spoke again.

"Does this have anything to do with Hana's return a week ago?" tera Bu Nurma's.

Ken nodded quickly. "Is Hana here, Mom?" tanyakanya.

Ms. Nurma smiled slightly. "You guys got into a fight?" guess it.

"You can say that, Mom!" answer Ken listlessly.

"Yesterday, Hana was here for a while."

"Where did he say he was going, Mom?"

Bu Nurma shook her head. "Don't tell me where he's headed, he said there's work out of town. Did he lie, Ken?"

"He's avoiding me, Mom."

"Why? What is this, Ken?"

"Actually I intend to marry Hana, Mom!" said Ken.

Ms. Nurma smiled. "Mom's happy with your good intentions, Ken. But why did Hana leave?"

"Because I'm not worthy of him, ma'am. I hurt him too."

Ms. Nurma let out a long breath for a moment. "Mom doesn't know what's wrong with you. Hana didn't tell me about it. But, you should never feel unworthy for Hana, because according to mom .. you're the only one she's been waiting for all this time."

"Really, Mom?" ask Ken seriously.

Ms. Nurma nodded. "Mom can see the way you look at each other. I think it's been a long time and if you're sincere about marrying her, I'd be supportive, Ken."

Ken was speechless, others could see that Zahra had feelings for him, why had he not noticed all this time?

"I'm very serious, Mom! But you see, if I've changed much now." Ken smiled wryly, his conversation leading to his delinquent appearance now.

"Sometimes the heartfelt feelings will remain the same, regardless of how someone we love looks. It was not very influential," said Bu Nurma sage.

Ken lowered his head, wanting to feel like he was sticking up for his Hana.

"Ken, according to Ibu Hana will not go far" said Bu Nurma back to the topic of Hana's departure.

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure. I knew Hana from childhood. She's an introverted girl. His furthest away was even at college because he got a scholarship, the rest he never left the orphanage."

"I'm confused about where else to look, ma'am." replied Ken pessimistically.

"Don't give up, you've got to find him, Ken. Mom's afraid of anything happening. Hannah had no other purpose. I was worried..." Bu Nurma's face looked anxious.

"If she thinks she won't go far, I'll look for her again in this town."

Their conversation came to a halt as Cira came carrying a tray of tea and snacks. After presenting that, Cira came out of the room where Ken and Bu Nurma were talking.

"Let's drink, Ken." said Bu Nurma smiling.

Ken nodded and downed his drink. At least, he felt relieved to have told the problem to Bu Nurma.

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"Hey...."

I look up to someone who might call him.

"Who is Om calling 'Hey'?"

Rasta. "This little boy always calls me Om!" gerrutu annoyed.

"Om himself thinks I'm a child, so it's not wrong to call Om that!" reply Cira do not want to lose.

"You are still a little girl!" rasta said as her eyes scanned Cira's body with a look of disdain.

"Hey Om! Don't look at me like that! That's called harassment with a view!" cira said bravely.

Rasta chuckled while shaking faintly.

"How could I have abused a little girl? I'm still normal not ped*f*l.." kekeh Rasta.

"I'm 16 years old! Not a little girl anymore! I also have a name and my name is not 'Hey'!" reply Cira persisted.

"It's a waste of time arguing with a little girl. School is right!" rasta said and left Cira who was relentlessly grumbling at him.

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