Love Wrapped Nista

Zahras

All day she was not calm, thinking about what Frans said this afternoon - about the man who wanted to marry her.

The more unsettled again because after saying his intention, Frans with all his authority immediately asked Sastri to move himself to Indonesia. Though he had not answered anything to the man, but Frans immediately decided first, leaving him out of words.

"I should have been able to firmly reject Frans! What do I have to do then?" he said monologue to himself.

She became confused, because rejecting the good intentions of Frans who wanted to marry her was afraid to impact on her own work. For now, he is in desperate need of work, even though he lives alone without relatives.

Not long after, the ringing of the cell phone blew his mind. He grabbed the flat object and received the original call.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

He frowned when he heard the voice of a man from across there, then he immediately looked at the cellphone screen and only realized if it was a call from a man who had just given a statement about 'wedding'.

"What's up, Frans?" tanyanya.

"Ra. sorry to interrupt your time these nights. But, I would like to ask you about .. emm ... do you already have an answer to the intention I conveyed earlier this afternoon?" frans said from across the line.

He let out a long sigh, did he have to reject Frans again this time? If he rejected the man for reasons of not wanting to be in a relationship status, then what now? Frans did not ask her to date, but to marry. It is unethical if he refuses on the grounds of 'not wanting to marry' because it is like a fabricated reason.

One more thing, he did not want to hurt the man. He knew Frans as a good person, although in his little heart he had no more feelings for the man.

"Ra .. Are you still there?"

Frans' voice again blew his mind.

"A-ah, yeah, I'm still here, Frans."

"Then?"

"Then?"

There was a crisp ripple sound from across that cellular call. Yeah, Frans laughed, I don't know what's funny.

"What's your answer, Ra?"

"Ja-answers?"

"Yes, the answer to my statement this afternoon .. invites you to get married!"

"Emm, about that... emm, how is it?" He scratched his own temple because he was confused to give an answer to Frans.

"If you still want to think, it's okay .. I'll give you time, Ra. Don't be in a hurry to resist" Frans said.

"Yes, yeah, give me some time!" finally sahut. He did not know what else to say, suddenly he became nervous. I refused, but somehow I couldn't.

"Lusa I'm going back to Indonesia, you're coming, right, Ra? Your move has been taken care of by Sastri and you can immediately work at the head office when you arrive in Indonesia" added Frans.

"Yes, I'm going back to Indonesia."

"All right, I'll get you tickets."

"Don't, Frans!" reject quickly.

"Why?"

"I don't want us to go back to Indonesia together. I'll be home tomorrow afternoon and you'll be home the day after tomorrow. How's it?"

"They don't want to be with me" Frans joked.

"Yes, I just don't want to be gossiped about, Frans."

"Okay, I appreciate your decision. But I'll still book a ticket for you to come home tomorrow afternoon to Indo."

"Thank you, Frans. Assalamu'alaikum..."

"Yes, Ra. Wa'alaikum..."

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In the afternoon, about 4 pm passing a little, he has arrived in Indonesia, in his hometown as well as a city full of memories in his life.

He grew up and grew up in this city, a metropolis that requires him to work hard from childhood to be able to go to school.

He wasn't born into a rich family, he didn't even know who his family was. He grew up in an Orphanage, located far from the suburbs. That's where he got the meaning of a family.

The mother of the parlour taught him tatakrama, adab and religious norms. But, the hard demands of life also teach him to do a lot of creativity independently in order to produce Rupiah coffers.

Since knowing the school world, he has been selling for pocket money. He sold handicrafts from paper, straws or plastic, which were formed into ornamental flowers. Although not aesthetic, but there are always people who want to set aside money to buy the absurd works.

Increasingly, he began to sell other objects, still with objects made by his own creativity. He learned to embroider and sew. Quoting the patchwork or leftover cloth, for he made doll clothes and sold them with fellow school friends.

Towards adolescence, he began to learn to make cakes and snacks, then sell it also around the area of the orphanage and school.

Such was the life of his childhood to his teens, spent by making crafts to sell, then the rest of his time he used to study hard.

During High School, he became a private tutor for elementary school children. And there are one-two friends at High School who guided him in terms of learning. The result is good, because it can buy the needs of schools that are not financed by the State.

The turning point of his life was when luck turned out to be on his side. He received a scholarship to study in Singapore. But after graduation, he had to work for the company that financed his college.

That was the beginning of him to live and settle in the Lion Country, until finally he could get to know Frans who incidentally is the son of the owner of the company where he works now. In other words, he could interpret that it was Frans' parents who financed his college first - indirectly - because the scholarship was indeed on behalf of their company not in a personal name.

Entering the taxi and immediately want to go to one place.

"The Orchid Way, Mother's Orphanage, Sir!" he said what the driver was calling.

It feels, he is impatient to meet Bu Nurma, the Mother of the Panti who is like a real mother for him. How long haven't they met? 10 Years, maybe. After meeting Ms. Nurma later, then she will look for a contract or apartment that is not too expensive.

He had to save money, because now his life will start from Zero again since arriving in Indonesia.

In order not to get bored during the trip from the Airport to the Panti, he took a book from the backpack he was wearing. Then it began to dissolve with meaningful sheets in it.

In the middle of the road, the taxi slowed down a bit.

"What's up, huh, sir?" he looked around through the taxi window.

"This, Ma'am. I think it's a demo or a brawl. Oh, make it jam!" sahut the driver.

"Geez!" chirps are not out of thought with the behavior of teenagers today who are increasingly brutal.

"On this road it's been a lot, Ma'am. This is where all the kids are! But they're usually demos if they want to be evicted by someone who doesn't deserve it!" said the taxi driver.

"If you don't have the right, could be angry, sir?" He was not out of thought, because he could have a serious conversation with the taxi driver in front of him.

"Most of all that, Ma'am. Mafia land. No wonder, anyway!"

He was just a beard, not wanting to continue the conversation anymore. But, if the state of the road continues to be jammed like this, he will not get to the Panti before dark.

Several times he saw the circular seconds of time on his wrist.

"Well, where do you want to find another contract. This way you can make it to night at the Panti. When do you want to find another contract? Am I staying at the parlor tonight? Or find a hotel, huh?" he murmured while thinking hard.

"Sir, there's a hotel around here, isn't there?" ask the taxi driver.

"It seems to exist, Ma'am. But in front of the road there." The driver pointed towards the front, where so many people were protesting.

"Wow, how are you?" He was also afraid to see quite a lot of people in front there.

But, he is more unwilling if he has to be on the road too long. He wanted to pursue the pending Ashar prayer, not to mention the Maghreb that was about to arrive.

After a moment of thought, he finally had a final decision.

"Sir, I'll just stop here, okay?"

"Related, Mommy?"

He nodded, then picked up his wallet and immediately paid for the argo taxi.

He got out of the taxi and looked ahead. Maybe he will go to the hotel in front there, but before he wants to find the nearest Mosque or Mushola first, hopefully after the Ashar prayer later, the demo in front of this has also ended and he can freely pass the road to find the location of the Hotel.

He walked slowly while lifting his heavy suitcase. He never complained in this way because his life had been hard enough.

"Hi ... beautiful, where are you going?"

Geez, he held his own chest because he was surprised to see a figure of a fat man who appeared from the crowd in front of it.

He chose to ignore it and keep walking to find the mosque.

"Come on tell me where to go? Let brother anterin," said the man again with a smile that looked geeky.

He took a long breath. Then turned to glance at the man who looked like a thug.

"Sorry, do you know the nearest mosque or Musholla, right?" tanyanya ventured. Men like in front of this, sometimes must be faced because if avoided will increasingly pursue because of curiosity.

The man was seen scratching his head, then calling his partner who was not too far from their position.

"Rul.." choked the man towards the fellow in front of him. "Here first!" said.

The man's colleague immediately came over, leaving the crowd that had been their attention.

"Lu know the closest mosque? This beautiful girl asked me the position of the mosque!" said the first man.

"Mosque? Where do I know! Pray never" said the second man.

"Maybe these brothers have heard of me looking at his adzan, near where it is.." he chimed in on the two men who looked puzzled, more confused than himself - the one who just set foot again in this country.

"Try asking the boss!" tell the first man.

The second man nodded, then moved away. He could see the man who had just left was talking to someone across the street, after which he paid no more attention to that direction.

The first man who was still standing not far from him, just continued to babble, asking for his name or any info about his personal. However, he chose to shake his head with a small smile - an avoidance - that might not offend the man and the impact would anger the man and jeopardize his position.

Somehow he actually dared to be on the edge of this road with the man who had disturbed his journey to find a mosque, when they could have been pointing, robbing or worse persecuting him. I don't know, but his belief is that these men aren't as bad as they look.

He looked down and looked only at the flat shoes he was wearing.

Before long, he felt someone approaching him. He thought it was the second man who had come back to say the location of the mosque.

He complained, but what was seen in front of him was another man who made him die of style.

...Next no?...