Asmara Anastasia

Gamelan

Anastasya set her breath on as her body had already entered the tavern. The owner of the tavern who noticed the girl's arrival, knitted his eyebrows.

"Ana, what's wrong with you?"

The girl was silent. Only his breath was heard hunting.

"Ana, what's wrong with you?" repeat the middle-aged woman.

"Mother, I don't bring coffee to that place anymore" said Anastasya softly with trembling lips.

The middle-aged woman was silent for a moment, trying to understand Anastasya's words. He gently pulled the body of the beautiful girl and invited her to sit on a chair.

"Sit. Talk slowly and explain everything to mom."

Some warmed up from the deepest depths of Anastasya as the middle-aged obedient woman treated him as gently as a child.

"Guard of that place, he. he..." Anastasya was unable to finish his words.

"He bothers you again?"

The girl nodded, which made the middle-aged woman sigh deeply.

"Tomorrow, let me just deliver the order." The owner of the tavern was already able to guess who the person Anastasya meant.

Anastasya was indeed beautiful, despite her plain face without makeup. That is what makes the women amazed. Not only just looking, sometimes there is also the intention to touch even though the girl always deflects it.

For a long time, the girl was made uncomfortable. Anastasya had never had a male friend before, let alone dated. So it is natural that the over-treatment of the man who visited the tavern made the girl uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry if Ana has to trouble Mom."

"It's okay, I can understand your position." At least the girl won't be traumatized.

Someone's steps sounded closer. The two of them shifted their gazes towards the direction the footsteps sounded.

"Excuse me" greeted someone gently.

"Yes" answered both at the same time.

A woman with a maroon-colored dres clad in her slender body, appeared to be standing with a sweet smile that was stretched out on her thin lips.

Anastasya and the shopkeeper were glued together, all at once wondering. Not usually a woman with a graceful appearance comes to the shop simply, even now for the second time.

"I ordered one orange juice." The woman's words made Anastasya and the fixated shop owner realize.

"Yes miss. Just a minute."

Moving quickly towards the kitchen, Anastasya quickly served the fresh drink that the woman ordered.

Not long after, the beautiful girl also came carrying a tray containing a glass of orange juice.

"Miss' orders," said Anastasya kindly by developing a smile.

"Thank you" the woman replied with a smile that was no less sweet.

Anastasya turned around, intending to leave the woman for the kitchen, but the woman with thick make-up covered the face prevented him.

"Wait on! Can you please talk to me?"

The girl compared her appearance to the graceful figure in front of her. There really is nothing. Then why did he ask to be accompanied by a chat.

Not answering. Anastasya just nodded and landed his body on the chair opposite to the woman. Just a wooden table as a barrier.

The owner of the shop was watching from a distance. For some reason, the middle-aged woman was suddenly made uncomfortable by the presence of the female figure to her shop. And hopefully, his presence has no purpose and has nothing to do with Anastasya.

*****

The strong-bodied man was no longer focused on his work. Already a few hours in his private room, he just moved restlessly with thoughts floating everywhere.

It is not about the work that fills the mind, but the presence of the girl who returned to make it crazy.

How not, they have been met twice accidentally, but let alone the address of the house, his name was not known.

I don't know what's inside. When he met the innocent girl with the face of ayu, suddenly his tongue felt faint. His lips were silent, as if unable to speak.

"Who is he, I can die curious if it continues like this" muttered the handsome man named Rangga.

The young man had only a few days to set foot back in the capital after continuing his S1 education in Singapore.

The 23-year-old Rangga had never felt anything like this in the many money women he knew before. To be honest there is nothing special, only he was made curious about the figure of the girl who made his heart beat fast.

The door of the room opens. Featuring the figure of a middle-aged man with a full suit stelan who appeared from behind the door.

"Dad." Rangga who stood restless, immediately anchored his body in his greatness seat.

"Good day, boy." said the man who is none other than the father of Rangga. "How was your day?" he continued in iri serigai tease.

"Ck." Rangga. "Stop teasing me, Dad. This job, it's far from my will." Agency model. What a job that is far from expected for a Rangga who is obsessed with being a lawyer.

Sofyan, Rangga's father chuckled.

"really? I'm not sure" said the middle-aged man half-doubtfully. "Dad only has you as successor. If not you, then who else. I'm getting old, while this place has to stand as you wish." Sofyan dropped his ass on the couch. Sit with legs crossed, with a straight view forward. Although the age is no longer young, but sofyan still looks handsome and dashing.

Bak pinang is halved, sofyan and Rangga's faces are both handsome, although adrift age is quite far.

Rangga breathed deeply. Being a lawyer is indeed his ambition, but he was not able to resist the wishes of parents who had worked hard to raise him. Moreover, he was a mere son of puppets, who was supposed to be a shield in the twilight age of his parents.

"Anything I'll do for mom and dad." No longer resisting, Rangga could only resign.

"Good." Seen a smile of victory imprinted from the beautiful face of sofyan. "Dad can even guess the contents of your head." Chuckles. Sofyan was satisfied when the son no longer refused.

Rangga.

"All right, I gotta go." Sofyan rose from his position. Walk towards the son and pat him gently on the shoulder. "Work. I trust this company to you."

"Yes," said Rangga while nodding slowly.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly at the son. Before you step up and start leaving the room.

Silence, there was only a heavy sigh from a handsome man with a dim mind.

Seriate..