Love Wrapped Nista

Jahl

Sunday morning, Ken did a short exercise in the gym room on the top floor of the residence of the Mama.

Mom approached and greeted him.

"Ken, so today you met with Brother?" ask Mama.

"So, Ma. Maybe later in the afternoon," replied Ken while slowing down the pace of the treatmil he used.

"Yes already, if you have finished exercising later breakfast below is the same Mama."

"Yes, Ma..."

Ken drank the mineral water in front of him while looking at the incoming message that had just entered his phone.

[Gue has a surprise for you.].

"What's the kid? Pake surprise - surprise everything," muttered Ken as he chuckled softly reading a message from Rasta, his best friend.

[What surprise? Tumben really you are sitting - kayak gini!] Ken replies to Rasta's message with a faint smile.

Ting, his phone sounded re-voiced in the sign that his message had been replied to by Rasta.

[Udah. if you want to know, I will send sharloc, you come directly to the location!]

[Ready, Boss!] reply Ken quickly. Although Ken did not know for sure what Rasta would show him as a surprise, but he was quite curious about it. He knew Rasta and he knew exactly if this kind of thing was always avoided by his close friend.

After being ready with his phone, Ken decided to finish his short sports session. He went back to the bathroom to wash up and clean up.

Before long, he had breakfast with his mother at the dinner table. Not bad, if it was Sunday he could taste the cuisine of Mama who had not felt for a long time, because Mama only had time to cook on holidays like this. Last Saturday Mama did not cook because there is work outside the office and she understands the busyness of the mother.

"Ma, cook what?" Ken looked at the table and found a breakfast dish that made him feel hungry.

"Your favorite breakfast!" said Mama smiling.

"Well, I haven't eaten Mama's cooking in a long time." Ken immediately devoured the food that the mother cooked specifically for him.

"Ken?"

"Hmm?"

"Ke barbershop keep cutting hair!" mother's advice while making a smile.

Ken gripped and chipped. "Why the hell, Ma? This gondrong hair's got hockey, tau!" he said with a smile.

Mama chuckles. "What hockey? The proof is left by Hana!" mama's tease on purpose.

Ken smiled faintly and did not listen to the words of the mother, he continued his breakfast session solemnly.

By noon, Ken said to the Mama to go to the location that Rasta had just sent him.

"Where'd you go Ken? Will I see you later this afternoon? Or go to Barbershop?" seductive Mama with a warm smile.

"No, Ma. I'll see you for a minute."

"Oh, yes, I have. Your hearts! Mama did not deny you anywhere, you are already quite a good child this week. But remember, Ken.. Don't make a macem - macem!" mama Mewanti -wanti the prince.

"Yes, Ma..."

"Don't forget to pray, Ken!"

"Hum..." Ken waved his hand as he passed away.

At Mama's place, he was given access to use Mama's car because his motorbike was not brought to this place, from the beginning he arrived here also because it was delivered by Rasta car.

At half-time at 12 noon, he had already arrived at the location that Rasta had sent him.

A pretty comfortable cafe for a hangout.

Why did Rasta ask him to meet here? And what surprise do you mean?

But, Ken's heart immediately heated up when his eyes accidentally saw with whom Rasta was chatting at one of the tables in the cafe.

Ken couldn't have gotten it wrong, could he? The one with Rasta was clearly Zahra. The girl he was looking for was his presence later.

Oh, so this is the surprise Rasta meant?

Long enough Ken was pensive there while looking at Rasta and Zahra who spoke familiarly while interspersed with crisp laughter both. Sometimes Rasta stroked Zahra's shoulders with familiarity, even though Ken alone could not do such a thing to Zahra.

Have they known you for a long time? No. gabe... Rasta only knows Zahra's face from the photos he has shown so far.

But why are they so familiar? Has anyone missed out after a week of Ken improving himself at his mother's house?

Not only did Rasta give Zahra a physical touch, but the girl also patted the back of her sidekick several times.

The thing that Zahra never did to Ken, why did it have to do with Rasta?

What - what the hell is this? Did Rasta realize her desire to find an angel-hearted girl like Zahra? But why Zahra? Zahra is Hana. How can this be!

Competing with Frans, he did not matter because it had always rivaled his half-sister. But this is Rasta? Who knows all his weaknesses without any secrets between them?

With a quick motion, Ken pushed to the side of the table occupied by a pair of people who were still busy chatting without realizing his presence at all.

"What do you mean, Ta? You purposely told me to come here to see you and Hana together?" Ken deliberately said so, in order to realize Rasta and Zahra who looked very engrossed in chatting from earlier - whatever they discussed.

"Ken..." Zahra seemed to smother her own mouth, perhaps surprised by Ken's sudden arrival.

"Lo was my explanation!" rasta stood up from her seat.

"What explanation? You're now hacking Hana, is that it?" Ken looked at the two people in front of him with a deep angry and disappointed look. He realizes that he does not want to compete with Rasta for the sake of the same girl.

"Not that, you misunderstand me! I just want to meet Hana now!" rasta said in self-defense, just as Ken had expected.

"When have you been with Hana?" Ken was already filled with anger when he had not heard any explanation from the two people before him.

"The new guy wants to know her!" answer Rasta steady.

And that answer was enough to ignite the emotions in Ken.

"What did you say?" Ken pulled the collar of Rasta's shirt, ready to hit the face as if mounted like an innocent man.

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Rasta really did not expect the presence of Ken who invited him actually had a bad impact on himself at this time.

For whatever reason, Ken misunderstood what he saw. Want Rasta to say the sentence but Ken's actions actually make a ignorant idea crossed Rasta's head.

"Lo freelin first, Men! You misunderstand me! Don't be angry - get angry!" rasta tried to calm the angry Ken.

Yes, however, Rasta knows enough of Ken's anger when she sees him as familiar with Zahra as he is today. How not, all Ken knows is that Rasta never knew Zahra personally. But reality? Ck! Ken doesn't know the reality that even Rasta only found out yesterday, right? If Zahra is Zeevana, her biological sister.

Ken also took off the rough grip of the hand that had pulled the collar of Rasta clothes.

"Lo sit down, okay!" rasta Suggestions.

Ken was silent, but the look of anger in his eyes was still burning.

Zahra beside Rasta's body still looked shocked because of the incident that had just happened.

Fortunately the cafe is not too crowded because lunch hour is still about an hour away. However, it remains that the attention of some cafe workers leads to their desks.

Rasta tried her luck this time, namely realizing the ignorant idea that crossed her head earlier when she saw Ken's anger.

"Now I'm a good story - good to you! I'm the same Hana does have a relationship," said Rasta began.

"What?" Ken was about to get up with his eyes glaring furiously.

"Patience first." said Rasta back to calm Ken.

Exclaims nih-inner Rasta chuckles happily.

Rasta turned to Zahra, looked at the Little Sister with a shady look, reassuring through the eyes that everything would be fine.

Silently, Zahra just nodded without daring to put her face in because she did not want to see Ken's angry face.

"Han, now I ask you... If you're told to choose, you choose me or Ken?" Rasta sniffed her chin to point at Ken sitting in front of her.

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