Love Wrapped Nista

Heart to heart

Early in the morning, Ken and Rasta had left for Reno, a terminal that Zahra had visited.

"Lo sure that Hana now lives around here?" ask Rasta.

Ken sniffed his shoulder, not knowing what to answer. He also felt unsure.

"This has been a month, I think if he visited here, he must have contracted in this area," said Rasta again.

"Yes, but where? I'm deadlocked!" Ken rubbed his own face rough.

"Gue lager, Cukk! Can you eat first? Can't think of me if laper," bargained Rasta and Ken nodded considering the day had indeed gone.

"Baeklah" Ken drove Rasta's car to a nearby diner.

Before long, they arrived at a restaurant in the same area.

"Gue Denger you're looking for a job?" ask Rasta. Ken did not tell this matter to his closest friend, he has not been open to Rasta about the revocation of his name from the family inheritance.

Ken nodded at a glance while sipping on his order of sweet iced tea.

"Gue kasi lo idea let dapet money, would not lo?" said Rasta.

"What? Don't be weird!"

Rasta chuckles. "No! You think, I want to give you a job what? so p e n g e d a r, is that it?" the canal.

Ken shrugged his shoulders.

"Lo see-wild stock prices anyway, Men! Who knows your business brain can read the movement of lucky stocks.." proposed Rasta.

Ken smiled slightly with the proposal that Rasta had given him.

"Kalo is suitable, quite right. but understand the risk is also ntar.." continued Rasta mewanti-wanti.

"Yes, I'll think!" ken said relax.

After lunch, they continued their journey. This time Rasta who brought his old car, they had no real purpose, only around the crowd centers and occasionally pulled over on the side of the road.

Brakk!!

Ken and Rasta looked at each other.

"Bad lo! You hit the car in front?" cecar Ken never thought.

"Gue unintentionally, he's the one who's suddenly raging, Men! Haisss.." grumbled Rasta while scratching her non-itchy head.

Ken with his initiative, opened the seatbelt and got off right then and there, he wanted to apologize for the negligence of the Rasta-although if taken into account this was still the fault of the driver of the front car who braked suddenly.

Along with that, the rider driving the car in front also came down.

Ken looked at him, as well as the owner of the car, both staring at each other.

Long enough they stared until Ken was aware of the situation. He moved to get back into Rasta's old car.

"Ken .." The owner of the car called Ken's name softly but Ken was in a hurry to get back into the passenger-seat Rasta car.

"Why?" rasta asks who saw Ken back in the car before even saying anything to the driver in the car.

"Drop now!!" ken said slowly but emphasized those words.

Rasta is astonished to see Ken, he wants to obey Ken, and, but he also did not get to the heart if it went away and left the car he hit - if it was not accidentally but the bumper of the car looked quite dented.

"But..." Rasta wanted to protest but Ken had already highlighted her with a sharp look.

But apparently, before Rasta could turn the car engine back on, the car window glass was already knocked from the outside. Not the glass in the driver, but the glass in the seat that Ken occupied.

Tok

"Ken...."

Ken breathed a breath.

Rasta encodes it with eye cues. "Who?" ask Rasta without a voice.

Tok tok tok tok

The glass was knocked again, as if it sounded demanding that the car door be opened immediately.

"Lo know?" rasta asked Ken later, but the gondorng man next to him remained silent while leaning his head on the seat.

Then, Ken simply sniffed his shoulders to answer Rasta.

Ken just wanted to say a word with his cold face that he deliberately put on, but the man immediately hugged Ken's body before he could make a sound.

"Ken ... Mama misses you so much, Ken!" the man cried as he hugged Ken's sturdy and towering body.

Rasta who came out of the car was flabbergasted when she saw and heard the man's words, which was none other than a woman - who referred to herself as 'Mama' to Ken.

"So this... Mom Ken?" inner Rasta was shocked.

"Ken, you're this big, son..." The woman took off her embrace on Ken's body, then she tiptoed to be able to hold the flat-looking part of Ken's face.

Rasta decides to get back in her car, not wanting to interfere with Ken's business with the woman.

"Ken ... Mama ... didn't expect to see you, son!"

Ken was still silent, I don't know what the man was thinking right now. But then he looked at his interlocutor with an expression that was difficult to explain.

"Well acting?" ask Ken coldly.

The woman gasped, taking a step back from Ken's tall body.

"Ken .." said the woman who had flooded the tears.

Ken didn't say a word again, he got into Rasta's car.

"Road, Ta!" word's cold. Rasta who did not want to be affected by the impact of Ken's meeting with the mother, can only obey the will of his closest friend.

"Ken... Ken... Sorry Mama, Ken!" The woman knocks on the windshield while chasing Rasta's car, which starts to move away from the place.

"Ken.." cried the woman again - right next to the Rasta - even her body clipped the body of the old car. But Ken is Ken. He remained until the heart and let alone the situation that had already been like that.

The car Rasta was driving began to walk away at moderate speed.

Rasta glanced at Ken who was definitely not okay now.

"Where now?" rasta asked, not wanting to discuss the incident that just happened.

"Gue will find lodging around here, you want to go back, yes papa," explained Ken.

"When are you in town?" ask Rasta again.

"Until I meet Hana!"

"It turns out Hana's not here, how?"

"Gue don't know, Ta .. I found Hana here first in three days, if I don't see a bright spot again, I just returned!" bright Ken and Rasta nodded their heads.

Rasta delivers Ken to the nearest inn from their current position.

"Gue back, yeah! I can't stay here because I have a job I can't live in! If you need anything, call me! Let me come back here to pick you up!"

"Ready!" Ken punched the familiar Rasta shoulder and started wanting to budge.

"That was what you were?" ask Rasta to make sure - though she's sure that the woman was Ken's real mother.

Ken looked. "Hmmm," he said.

"Why don't you want to talk to him?" ask Rasta slowly.

Ken laughs. "Lo's kidding? Talk lo said? Why am I talking to someone I've been around for a dozen years!" said grunt.

"Yes, you don't know for sure what happened.why you ninggalin elo first!"

Ken was silent with an unfathomable expression, either angry, or sad.

"Yes, anyway! Who has left, just go!" snoring Ken cuek.

"Why are you talking about that? Hana's the one you're looking for, right?"

"That's another story, Cuuk!" said Ken.

Rasta smiled a little. "Yes, I just want to let you go, Men! You are lucky to still have complete parents.not like me this sad! You should take advantage of the opportunity as well as possible, before they can no longer find in any part of the earth!" rasta said wisely while patting Ken on the shoulder.

Ken was speechless, Rasta's words were quite touching his conscience that had been closed.

"Gue go back, I hope you can think of it! I'm not a good friend - very good for you, but while I can still ingetin..yeah why not!"

Rasta passed in front of Ken who immediately fell silent to digest the man's words.

...Connect ......