Love Wrapped Nista

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Early in the morning, Mama Ken had prepared and had breakfast with the child.

"How are you, Ma?" ask Ken.

"Thank God he's healthy, he can really be counted on to help your business." She smiled gently, as usual.

"Oh, good.I'll see him on the weekend. Send my brother's number to me, Ma. Let's have good communication, haven't seen you in a long time."

"Yes, he's also busy at the office so hasn't been here yet. Mama will send you her number."

"Okay boss."

"You... don't want to help your business too?"

"I? Haha..." Ken laughed softly.

"Why?"

"Not yet interested, Ma."

"Well, learn it, Ken!"

"Later on, Ma! I'm his automotive hobby!" said Ken chewed the toast in his grasp.

"Hmmm, it's up to you!" say Mama.

They continued their breakfast session with a light chat.

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"Ken, Mama's leaving, yes, if you need something please just ask Mama Warsih, okay?"

"Hmmm..."

"Later in the afternoon do not forget to pray dzuhur yes, Ken!"

"Hmmm..."

Mama Ken giggled amusedly at the flat attitude of his son, before finally, Mama passed away leaving Ken at his residence.

Ken himself felt quite happy living with his chatty Mama, for a long time his life had not been noticed with details like this.

Sometimes, he felt like his mother looked like someone, like that girl...

Huh, si-al! How much longer will he have to learn to be a good boy? How much longer will he have to hold his longing against the girl?

While the feeling of longing has reached ubun - ubun, may even have evaporated out of the surface of the scalp. Can't take it anymore.

However, somehow his mother still prevented him from looking for the girl. He was actually afraid that the girl had already left this area before he could meet, but Mama assured him that all good intentions would end well.

If likened, his head almost exploded because now he thought there was only the figure of the girl.

The girl who was being covered with a long unraveling mane of hair, then the girl called her name in her sleep with the softest voice.

Sia lan's!

Why does the shadow of Zahra's face on that night always adorn every day that he went through? This is all really not easy, because it bears a longing that will never meet.

He also tried to dismiss the thought of Zahra, because he wanted to focus on improving himself first. Mama said, this is not a good time. If he was still in his present state, perhaps Zahra would have rejected him outright.

Finally, with the condition of the house that was deserted because of the departure of the Mama, Ken also felt very bored. How not, this week he really became a home child. Not where - where, intend to be a good boy. Always remember the words of your mother.

"Prophe Ken, if your intentions are good, everything will end well anyway, you will definitely meet."

Therefore, Ken wants to try to realize the advice of the Mama.

Of course it all feels hard for a Ken who is used to living without rules, but Ken has to stay patient, he was sure he could because he had already lived regularly like this - while still living completely with his parents first.

Ken switched to reaching for catalogs - catalogs arranged in buffets under the table near him sitting down, to get rid of his boredom. He began to pay attention to the images with an interest that could be called fifty - fifty. Alias between interested and not.

How could he be interested in this kind of thing?

"Well! Mama there - there is only, where do I want to jump in the business of Mama. My business is the best fit in the automotive field!" gerutu Ken slowly while continuing to open the sheets of pictures - pictures of the catalog he saw.

After looking at the contents of the catalog without excessive interest, he switched to taking his laptop. Although not working does not mean having to be lazy - lazy continues, there are stocks that he must monitor his development.

He began to focus on the curve that was plastered on the flat screen. If someone has given a profit but feels there is no chance anymore, he does not hesitate to sell it. So continued the stock game that he wrestled for years without ever feeling his profits.

"True Mama, why do I have to bother to apply?" He chuckled alone while noticing the stock surge he was researching.

"What would it be if the shares in Papa's office I pulled out all yes," Ken sniffed his shoulders while imagining how Frans's face was so wrathful that he kicked the man out of Bagas' company just like that, then let Frans wander off the streets without a job.

"She can just blacklist my name.. Why can't I?" ken said with a sly smile.

But Ken still thinks logically. Where he might withdraw shares until it runs out in Bagas company, however he still appreciates Bagas as his parents all along. But, letting Frans become unemployed, of course he will consider it.

Until one message goes to Ken's phone.

[Ken, this is Brother. We'll meet tonight. Later Abang share the location]

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The awaited weekend has finally arrived, Zahra is ready in front of her boarding place. The plan is today Zaki and Lala will come to pick him up. Those who will accompany Zahra out of town to visit the tomb of Zahra's birth mother.

Their journey began quite early in the morning, at seven in the morning Zaki and Lala had arrived and they headed straight to the cemetery.

Zahra would not visit any place today because his purpose was only to shaykh to his mother's grave. Although he wanted to visit Ms. Nurma at the orphanage, but the intention was undo considering she was afraid to meet Ken or Frans in the city today.

Before arriving at the cemetery, Zahra visited a shop that sold many fresh flowers. Zahra picked out a white rose and asked the shopkeeper to arrange it into a beautiful bouquet.

"Not good, La?" zahra asked, showing Lala the bouquet.

"That's great." replied Lala.

"Well, when we're ready, we'll go straight to the funeral!" guli Zaki chimed.

"OK," said the two girls in front of Zaki simultaneously.

The journey back was made. It did not take long because the distance from the flower shop to the food was very close.

"Whose grave, Ra?" ask Lala.

"No idea" said Zahra.

"We ask the manager of the tomb alone," Again - again Zaki always acts to propose.

Zahra and Lala nodded.

They then asked the manager of the tomb, about the existence of the tomb in the name of Charista Galandra. The tomb manager directly directed them to their destination.

After making the same pilgrimage, Lala and Zaki first resigned while Zahra still felt at home for a long time there.

"Ra, we're waiting in the car!" lala's word is taken by Zahra.

Zahra also felt like being alone in this tomb, he wanted to complain, even though he knew what he was looking at right now was just a tombstone bearing his Mother's name.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma .." he said slowly and almost stuck. The tears just go.

"Hana doesn't know what call you want to hear from Hana. But, Hana really wanted to call someone with the name 'Mama' because all this time Hana did not have Mama..." He rubbed a glimpse of his tears welling up on the cheek.

"Can you, if Hana calls her Mama?"

Zahra knew the question would not be answered at any time.

"Ma, Hana doesn't know what Mama's face looks like. We never met, as for maybe when Hana was a baby. Hana wants to see Mama's pretty face, so tomorrow's Monday, Aunt Devia has promised to bring her photo album that still has memories of Mama."

"... Although we have never met, Hana knows Mama loves Hana and Kak Dirga very much. Hana prayed, may all the good deeds of Mama during the world can put Mama in the best place on the side of God, yes, Ma."

Zahra placed her bouquet of white roses in front of Charista's tombstone.

"Call Hana, in order to find Kak Dirga, Hana wants us to be able to gather even if only two. Hana doesn't want to live apart anymore, Ma."

"Oh yes, Hana likes the name given by Mama to Hana, hopefully later Hana can use that name yes, hopefully Hana and Kak Dirga do not live in hiding again." Zahra got up from her position, then turned around.

However, how surprised Hana was when she almost hit the body of someone who had been standing behind her - no matter when.

"Hana.." said the figure softly.

Zahra complained to look at the figure who said his name.

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