Love Wrapped Nista

Debates

Frans' car arrived at the underground parking in Bagas' office building, but his arrival was greeted by a man he did not recognize. It seemed that the man had been waiting for his arrival in that dark parking lot - no matter when.

As Frans drove down his car, the man immediately greeted Frans by grabbing the collar of the shirt he was wearing, without giving Frans a chance to dodge.

Got such a sudden attack, Frans was surprised and rebellious, but lost quickly to the sudden action of the man, until Frans must be willing if his position is now under the control of the sturdy man.

"Where's Hana?" ask the man to her with a jaw that looks hardened.

"You who? Zahra is not with me!"

"You don't need to know who I am. Just tell me where Hana is?" asked the man with an angry face, whose hand was turned to grip Frans' neck.

Frans tried to rebel again, but a strong grip on his neck that increasingly stuck, making it back difficult to move.

"A few hours ago you brought it! If you dodge, I don't hesitate to break your neck!"

Frans brushed aside the burly hand that had snared his neck, and the man let go to hear Frans answer clearly.

Frans coughed - coughed loudly, then tried to inhale as much oxygen as he could. As a result of this man in front of him, he became difficult to breathe. He even loosened the tie he was still wearing.

"Zahra is no longer with me! He asked me to drop him off on the side of the road!" frans replied slowly.

"Do you think I believe what you say?" asked the man with a very clear expression of anger.

"As far as you go!" frans said lazily, starting to want to leave.

"You'll regret playing with me!" said the man who was none other than the Rasta.

Frans. "You who? Don't tell me you're a man engaged to Zahra!" frans' snoring began to ignite his emotions.

Rasta understands that Frans actually does not know who is the fiancee of the younger brother.

"Where did you put him down?" ask Rasta.

"Near the Orchid road! We went down that road and Zahra wanted to go down there. I prevented him, but he insisted, I don't want to force him anymore. I don't know where the real destination is. I don't know!"

After hearing that, Rasta immediately left Frans just like that, she already knew the purpose of the Sister now.

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Zahra breathed a sigh of relief as her steps began to enter the gate of the parlour. At least, Frans was willing to hear everything he said and did not continue the man's intention to take him somewhere. Inwardly, Zahra prayed to Frans that the man would soon change for the better and be able to give her away.

"Assalamu'alaikum.." Zahra said to the caretaker who welcomed her arrival.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Can anyone help, ma'am?" The caretaker did not know Zahra.

"I want to see Ms. Nurma."

"Okay, go this way..."

Although Zahra already knows for sure the location and ins and outs of the home, but he still has to appreciate the new manager who now takes care of the home. Ms. Nurma had already begun to age and her position would soon be replaced by someone else who was younger and deft.

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Rasta arrived at the parlor. After talking to people who claim to be the manager of the new home. Finally, Rasta was able to meet the younger brother who was already there.

When Rasta wants to greet Zahra who seems to be sitting on an iron swing in the yard of the home with a girl, who first greeted Rasta is not the Sister, but ...

"O.M...?"

Rasta immediately recognized the figure of the little girl in front of Zahra, of course, the girl who had called him that name.

Rasta ignored him, preferring to climb the round iron swing and sit next to the Little Sister with a cute look.

Zahra who heard Cira calling the Big Brother with the name 'Om' could only make a smile without commenting.

"Sister, what's the matter here?" ask Zahra.

"Of course I'll pick you up!"

"I can go home by myself, brother. Then, how did you know I was here?"

"That's not important. Now your business at the parlour is ready yet? If so, I'll take you home to your boarding house." Rasta wants to take Zahra home soon because she is not comfortable with Cira, for some reason.

Cira who saw the interaction of Zahra and Rasta before him, frowned in surprise.

"Om, why does Om look familiar with Hana's sister?"

"Why? Can't you?" ask him with a soft look Cira.

The teenage girl is cheating. "Can't, Om! Hana's sister is engaged to Ken's brother!" the answer seemed upset.

"Let's go! If you have to, you said to Ken too, I'm not afraid!" challenge Rasta with her bow.

"Isa... What is it? Ken's brother is Om, right? Om was also present at the engagement event Kak Hana and Abang Ken, why did Om approach Kak Hana?"

Zahra wanted to answer again but was always defeated by the voice of Rasta who was very quick to answer Cira's questions.

"Little kids know what the hell!" said Rasta smiling faintly.

Cira grew even more annoyed at Rasta's smile that seemed to make fun of him.

"That's a hell of a bummer!" muttered Cira, making Rasta and Zahra giggle slowly.

"Sir Hana there is a relationship what the hell is the same Om this.. watch out, later Brother Ken is angry!" the word Cira appears to commemorate Zahra.

Zahra shook her head slowly.

"Indeed, if there's a connection why? Is the problem the same as yours?" Again - again Rasta likes to challenge Cira.

Even this time, Rasta deliberately held Zahra's hand in front of the teenage girl, making Cira flabbergasted in disbelief.

"Om don't be reckless Kak Hana's hand pengitu dong!" cira Protest.

"Emang why?"

"Nice! Hana's sister is engaged too!" that girl with such hair.

Rasta laughed loudly. "Huahahaha..Ken even did not dare to deny me, little children also nasehatin me. fruahaha..."

"Alright, Brother! Don't tease Cira keep. I noticed you guys fussing. At my engagement, too, I saw you arguing..." Zahra began to speak out to mediate Rasta and Cira.

"Well, the boy's brother calls me 'Om' on! My looks are still Abege cook called Om!" gerutu Rasta's.

"Indeed the Om who does not feel that it is Om - Om!" reply Cira grumbling - murmur.

"Lo is already panting so Om-Om really, Ta!" Suddenly, Ken was present among the fanfare of the three of them and immediately chimed in the conversation that sounded in his ear.

On the way to the orphanage, Rasta had sent Ken a message, so Ken who was already on his way to the office of the Papa-turned directly towards the direction of the home.

"Gue so om - om? Not yet.." said Rasta pede.

"Kok hasn't?" Ken took a sitting position next to Cira, because Rasta was already beside Zahra in an iron swing whose seat faced - in front of it. "Ntar, if I'm the same Hana married, continue to give you nephew also you will be called Om!" he continued with a curved smile.

"Ish... discuss what the hell!" Zahra threw away another point of view, because Ken's discussion was quite absurd.

"Yes, too." said Rasta who immediately seemed to think.

"Yes, it's the real and most obvious call to Om!" timpal Cira's.

Rasta looked at Cira, as if aware of the speech of the teenage girl in front of him. "Yes but if you call Om still not suitable! You're not my nephew!" his protest.

"What do you want to be called, Om?" ask Cira with a bent face.

"Call 'honey' times," chirped at random Ken. And suddenly the three people near him actually looked at Ken sharply.

"Yes, right. I just said that!" ken said defending himself, aware that the answer had invited anger from the three people in front of him.

"Abang Ken, what is it? Where does Cira call this Om with that name. iuhhh," Cira looked shudder in horror.

"Gue also does not want times..so called 'honey' same boy!" rasta replied that he would not lose.

"I'm opening a boy, Om! It's 16 years!"

"Under 17 years it's still a boy!"

Zahra could only shake his head to see Rasta and Cira who were arguing again.

"If it were you, wouldn't it be if I called 'honey'?" ken asked quietly in front of Zahra, but the slow speech was still heard by Rasta and Cira, making both giggled - clunky to hear the chattering of a Ken. While Zahra was silent with a face that was already red.

...Connect ......