Love Wrapped Nista

Looking for Rasta

This chapter will have a bit of violent scenes! Please be wise to react to it🙏 🙏

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Ken arrives at Rasta's house and Uncle Sapta - after a drive of about fifteen minutes - but upon arrival, he finds no one or anything suspicious.

The house looked quiet, the surroundings were also clean as untouched, there was no sign of the arrival of others.

Ken called Rasta and banged on the door for the umpteenth time, but he did not get any approval at all.

Ken's feeling is getting worse. His instincts and instincts tell him that something has happened to Rasta and Uncle Sapta.

Ken walked a bit away to the front of the house, the road that connects the highway to the yard of the house there is no land or anything like that, but the road was already paving blocks - so Ken could not see any footprints or car tire tracks that might have stopped in the yard.

Even if someone had come to the Rasta residence, they must have arranged a strategy so that their plan was smooth without leaving suspicion.

But, there is always a chance for humans to make mistakes. Ken saw traces of gasoline seepage scattered above the paving block. He crouched down and looked closer to make sure.

As Ken thought about the possibility, his phone vibrated and he grabbed it from his jeans pocket.

A map that directs at a point location.

He did track Rasta's whereabouts through a tracking device that he had installed on his sister-in-law's phone, he also did the same on Zahra's phone, Zahra, just to be on guard - watch - because of the urgent circumstances that make him have to do that and it turns out to be very useful at times like this.

Ken is angry, but he is not ignited by his passionate emotions, he is still calm in dealing with this situation because he knows Rasta can certainly take care of himself and Ken is sure about the ability of his best friend.

Ken went from there and went to the location on his phone.

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Rasta let out a discordant laugh as her body was thrown into a pile of salt. Yes, now he's inside an old salt-making factory - whether the warehouse is still actively used or not - but, Rasta knows that the factory is very close to the high seas.

"You know that already, right? Who's the coward among us?" asked Rasta sneered towards the foreign man opposite her, the man's face was drenched in blood because it was beaten by Rasta blindly.

That's what keeps Rasta stuck here, not because of her defeat against the main enemy - she's winning - but, she's outnumbered. He was alone, while his enemy plotted to attack him after he subverted the man without a weapon in his residence a moment ago.

The man in front of Rasta sat in a wooden chair with short breaths. He asked one of his men to start a cigarette for him, and he began to smoke his cigarette deeply.

"Catch him!" tell the man to relax.

Half of his men followed the man's instructions to tie Rasta's hands and feet.

"Where's my uncle?" rasta asked lethargic, he tried to rebel when tied by some people, but he lost his energy because now he was also tired because he had beaten his enemy with his bare hands earlier.

"The old man in the other car, they haven't arrived yet because they have to stop first at the dock, then get on the ship to get a little into the middle of the ocean!" The man laughed a little. "They're gonna feed the starving sharks there!" he continued to relax and see Rasta lying across from him.

"He dap!" rasta said he knew for sure what this man meant about feeding sharks - he fed Sapta's uncle to be a shark meal at sea. Sia lan's!

The man exhaled his cigarette smoke into the sky - the sky of the room, making the smell of nicotine lurk there, one of his men began to clean the wounds on his face that was battered by the actions of Rasta.

"What do you want?" ask Rasta.

"I? Of course I want to finish you and your sister off. But, I don't want you to die so easily. You must accept torture from me first!"

The man flicked his finger as a gesture to his men.

Before long, his men approached Rasta's body with tools that Rasta himself did not understand for what-a kind of cable-then they began to pair the tool all over Rasta's body that had been bound.

"I'll ask you something! Try to answer honestly or you'll die from the high voltage that comes from that device!" said the man grinned.

Rasta rebelled again but he could not escape the grip of some people who still held his hands and feet.

"You ready?" asked the man with a violent laugh.

Rasta spit in front of the man signifying his disgust. The man just laughed casually looking at Rasta's behavior.

"All right, let's just get started. The first thing I want to make sure is about Zahra. I want to make sure that Zahra Alhana is really Zeevana or not?"

Rasta threw away a face, not answering the man's question.

"What is your business with Zahra Alhana? He's not Zee!" rasta's lie after a moment of silence.

"Actually I already know, but I still wish they were two different people. So answer!" the man began to stand up from his seat.

The man before Rasta smirked while shaking his head.

"Setrum him!" his word and instantaneously Rasta was also electrocuted by a device that had a high voltage, it was enough to make Rasta weak - even though it only happened for a few seconds, but managed to make Rasta almost lost consciousness.

"You think I'm stupid? With you saying if Zahra Alhana isn't your sister then I'll believe it?" the man clucked his tongue a few times.

"I told you that I know everything and you can still lie! You want to protect your sister with that lie, huh?"

Rasta was silent, the tool had stopped flowing in his body but he now looked helpless, only the look of hateful eyes that still stared at the man opposite him.

"You know why I didn't hit Zahra to death this afternoon?"

Rasta was silent even though she wanted to know, she thought it was a warning for her but it turned out that the man's answer across her made her even more inexhaustible.

"I didn't kill him because my logic was lost to my feelings. I have a grudge against the descendants of Judah, but who would have thought that I was also in love with his daughter! I hope if this fact is wrong, I hope that Zahra is not the son of Judah, but in fact, that girl is indeed the flesh and blood of the man who killed my father!" explain the man clearly.

*Flashback On

Zahra sells her hawker merchandise by the side of the road - still wearing a white uniform of ash - ashes attached to her body.

He peddled cakes - cakes he made himself to people sitting at the bus stop. Some people bought his wares, but Zahra looked at a human child who had been highlighting him with an intense gaze.

Zahra approached a young man of foreign stature, who may be 6 or 7 years from his age.

"Will you try my merchandise cake?" asked Zahra with a passionate smile that she always tebarksn when selling.

The young man before Zahra nodded with a knotty smile. "How much? How much?" tanyanya is different - stale. Sometimes he glanced at the name tag on the uniform that Zahra was wearing and he immediately knew the name of the girl. Zahra Alhana's.

Zahra began to wrap all the cakes ordered by the man who apparently ordered all the cakes sold until the merchandise was exhausted.

The young man thanked Zahra and immediately went from there to cross the road. Zahra watched the young man get to the edge of the asphalt.

However, Zahra felt that the man crossed without seeing the situation of the street or just crossing - like a person who was about to commit suicide.

At the same time, it appeared that the car was speeding from the opposite direction, a split second had approached the body of the young man who seemed to be daydreaming and not be aware of the surrounding situation.

Quickly, Zahra threw the selling point in any direction, then she sprinted to break through the young man's body, causing both of them to bounce away towards the asphalt of the street, while the cakes that the man had bought were scattered in the street.

Zahra was still awake, and she still had time to hear the voices of people who were screaming hysterically because of the sudden incident, before Zahra finally fainted in the young man's arms out of surprise.

Zahra and the young man were rushed to the hospital. Zahra was in shock and she was treated for a few hours. While the young man he helped was not in the Hospital anymore when they were the same - the same was rushed to the same place.

Zahra had wanted to visit the stranger, but he never found him there.

*Flashback off

"You're in love with Zahra?" Finally Rasta said even with a voice that was almost lost, it felt he did not have the energy to say a sentence because the electrocution device.

"She saved my life, she was the first girl to attract my attention. This is so crazy!" The man laughed sweetly.

"I never cared about the circumstances of anyone other than my own life, as for what I cared about only my sister! Since childhood I was determined not to have a partner, but somehow I bought the merchandise, I can't take my mind off Zahra since she saved my life! As soon as I returned to Indonesia I continued to look for traces of him but he was not in this country!" said the man at length, he did not know why he could be frank with Rasta who incidentally - he was the person he considered the enemy.

Obviously this man did not find Zahra in Indonesia, finished Zahra High School directly studied in Singapore and had worked there.

"Then don't bother him!" rasta almost whispered.

The man shook his head. "He's married, she's pregnant with another boy. In fact, after he saved me that time, I came back to my country to forget it, it turned out that he had forgotten me, while I. no!"

"You look pathetic!" Rasta Ejek.

"Yes, and I'm still too kind to you to talk to you like this!"

"You're actually a good man! But vengeance has taken you!" said Rasta tried to grab her luck by provoking the man's feelings.

The man chuckled. "Don't try to influence me with a feeling game! I'm being frank with you because I know your life will end right now!" he said, flicking his fingers again and Rasta was electrocuted for the second time.

"Done him!" The man passed from before Rasta and left the place. He did not want the feeling of pity to re-encompass him - like when he knew who Zahra Alhana really was until he did not dare to finish off the woman.

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