The Girl of Debt Redeemer
PHGP 21 | First memories

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Needing a fairly time-consuming trip, finally the lovebirds who were commanded by Liam as the assistant are ready to stand by, he said, arriving at the venue is a cultural carnival located in the bustling city square.

"Well, this is amazing." Kiran cried incessantly to amazed, only this time he came to this lively place where everything seemed pleasant to see.

"Young lady seems to really like crowded places like this huh? it's gonna be so exciting." wow Liam."

"All right we just go inside," said Shaka did not want to linger silent, he deliberately grabbed Kiran's arm to lead her away together.

Getting such a sudden sweet treatment Kiran couldn't hide her happy expression, Shaka's burly hand grip was so tight and felt so warm, until the warmth ran to his two cheeks that have now flushed tomatoes.

Liam shook his head while holding back a smile seeing how timidly he looked at the two people in front of him.

"Yes, I will wait here, young master and miss Kiran go alone."

"Are you not Liam's assistant?" ask Kiran.

"No miss." replied Liam. "I'll just be a mosquito there later."

"Kok that?" asked Kiran again, Liam snorted amusedly, this young mistress is really very innocent and innocent.

"Here you go, Liam prefers here to keep the car, let's just go!." as soon as Shaka pulls Kiran's arm to follow the steps, while Liam waves his hand while teasing his young master.

"Good luck sir, may you quickly express your true feelings to Miss Kiran."

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Once inside, Kiran gazes at the excitement of this cultural carnival event, seen many people who wear traditional costumes from various regions, music shows, puppets, and so on, also the giant statues that were aracked by hundreds of people passed through them.

"You look surprised and happy, don't you never come to an event like this before?"

Kiran paused for a moment in her hype, she then displayed the same smile as Shaka asking her almost the same question earlier in the cinema.

"Master maybe if I told you my whole real life you'd be pretty shocked. In fact let alone to see a cultural carnival like this, can meet tomorrow with the same hope I'm already very grateful sir."

Silence enveloped them, Shaka was silent for a while.

"Did my question hurt you?"

Kiran shook her head quickly. "Of course not sir, you have the right to ask me anything."

Shaka took a deep breath and then approached, Kiran almost held her breath as the man approached with almost no distance between them.

Then the man with the handsome face moved his hand to tuck the child's hair behind the girl's ear.

"If anything hurts you, just tell the truth, I don't like people who lie let alone their true feelings, so just tell me what you like and you don't like not because you're disinclined or afraid of other people, but because your heart wants to tell you the truth, understand?"

Kiran looked up that was when her eyes immediately met with eyes as close as Shaka's soot, her chest was pounding, she felt a strange rumble flowing in each of her veins, until Kiran had to wet her lips first to get rid of nervousness because in that deep gaze by the man before her.

"Nobody ever asked me about everything you said. I don't think I deserve all this, but you always say I deserve it, thank you .. "the glassy Kiran net is holding back you're happy too.

Shaka swiftly rubbed the dew on the tip of the girl's eyes. "Don't cry, today I'll make you happy."

"Come ... " Shaka takes Kiran back in her footsteps.

Kiran smiled happily, staring at Shaka's back as well as how warm the man's embrace made Kiran want time to go slow.

"Sir, should I put this feeling to you? ... "

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Shaka and Kiran stop at a food stand.

"You want this?"

Kiran nodded in spirit. "Broh,"

Finally Shaka bought two light snacks that were immediately welcomed by the girl, Shaka grunted amusedly at Kiran's behavior like a child, he patted the girl's head slowly.

A street photographer was seen offering his services to every passing tourist, seeing that Shaka was approaching.

"You wait here first" Shaka asked Kiran who was chewing her food."

"Eh you want to hire him sir?" ask the street photographer who looks surprised.

"Yes." Shaka replied briefly.

"But to rent a camera is not cheap sir, or do you want me to take a picture of something?"

"I want to use it myself, I'll pay anything."

"Ten million sir?" the street photographer gave a price, he was sure not sure about the man in front of him.

"All right, here." Shaka thrust out something he took from his wallet.

"Credit card, there's more nominal money than you mentioned."

"This is for me? that's right sir!"

"Of course, if you don't believe this is my business card."

"D-chief director," the street photographer was surprised not to play while reading the writing on the business card.

"Sir, then this camera is yours!"

"really?"

"Of course, sir, this credit card is more than enough to connect my life, it's me who should thank you."

"Well, if so."

Finished negotiating and getting his camera Shaka walked back to meet Kiran, but to his surprise he found his wife was nowhere to go.

Shaka's world suddenly stopped, his heart seemed to be crushed strongly, panic immediately ambushed him mercilessly. Soon the man ran along the road shouting the name of the wife.

"Kira! where are you!"

When with his panic he looked for the tiny figure turned out to be in front of a coffee shop, that's when Shaka saw him the man heaved a sigh of relief.

When he was about to approach, Shaka suddenly stopped the road when he saw the girl was seen talking to a boy who looked like a street busker.

Shaka listened to their chatter with a dumbstruck look.

"When have you been here?" kiran asked the busker.

"Since then."

"How much did you get?"

"Newly a little ka, the people here are so stingy."

As Kiran laughed at the boy's chattering, Shaka who heard it from a distance also chuckled amusedly.

"Well, can you sing a song for me, in return I'll give you this meal."

"Well, really? may-can you, what song you want to hear."

"My balloon has five, how?"

"If it's easy." the child's guard pulled out his finger, Kiran laughed again at her funny behavior, and then she looked at it, then by strumming the worn guitar strings on his necklace the boy began to sing the song that Kiran asked with applause by him.

Shaka sees a scene that he thinks is very beautiful where Kiran looks like a fairy with wings that sing with the child buskers to entertain the people around them.

Shaka aimed at the camera, aiming at the beautiful scenery in front of him.

"This will be my first memory of you" Shaka murmured at the photo in which Kiran and the maid were singing along while continuing to review smiles.

Somehow Shaka's chest suddenly thumped.

"What is this strange feeling?"

To be continued ....