Asmara Anastasia

Begin Steps

"Okay Ana, we don't have much time. In two weeks, my modeling agency will be holding a competition, looking for a new breed of models to become ad stars and beauty product brand ambassadors." Sarah took Anastasya to a glass-walled room around her.

The room was quite spacious and spacious, there were only a few sofas to rest on and a few shelves filled with high heels.

Sarah also changed her thin clothes with a tank top and pants made from leg alone legs that increasingly accentuate her beautiful body shape. Anastasya. Especially when Sarah stood facing the glass with High heel coating the soles of her feet.

"I'll teach you how to walk a model on the catwalk."

At first the beautiful woman took a pair of shoes with too high a right and gave it to Anastasya.

"wear. And follow my way," Sarah said.

"But lady, I've never worn this kind of footwear. Especially by walking like a miss," the girl replied hesitantly.

Sarah breathed deeply. Right now he is alone. The assistant, choreographer and manager who was always with him was on holiday considering the absence of a schedule.

"And from that you must walk. Now, put it on." Sarah even knelt down and helped put the shoes on Anastasya's feet.

"Stand beside me." Both stand, in alignment.

"Look at me. Look ahead, lower your chin a little, don't smile and keep your mouth shut in its natural shape."

Anastasya was busy paying attention to every word of Sarah's gestures.

"Return your position, stand up straight. Place one foot in front of the other and walk with wide steps. Remember that! Let both arms hang on the side of the body and position it as relaxed as possible" explained Sarah at length. He himself is now starting to position his body and move his legs like when he was on the catwalk.

Anastasya. Sarah is so good at bending her beautiful body. That the high heels that he wears, did not complicate his movement at all.

"Ana, let's try."

Anastasya swallowed his saliva heavily. In the face of the heels that he uses as footwear, making his guts shrivel and shudder in horror.

"Do it" said Sarah accompanied by a voice intonation quite high. Because Anastasya still does not move and actually pecked in his place.

Okay Anastasya. There is no harm in trying.

He took a deep breath. Close your eyes while remembering Sarah's long speech, about the basic way to walk like a model.

Anastasya began to step up, and

Brugg's..

"Aw," cried Anastasya.

The body fell down, when his feet were unable to balance the steps until the heels he was using made him slip. Sick, one word that represents Anastasya. He felt that his legs were sprained.

"Oh my God, Ana." Sarah's possessed. He pulled Anastasya's body to get up and lead her to the sofa.

"Bi Atun," Sarah called out half-screaming.

The middle-aged woman who was summoned also ran small and approached.

"What's wrong, miss?"

"Take massage oil, and massage Anastasya's feet."

"None right." Without waiting for an explanation, the skinny woman quickly disappeared behind the wall and soon returned with a small bottle in her arms.

Atun stared at the grimacing Anastasya withstanding the pain by occasionally grasping the ankle.

He must have sprained.

Atun now positioned his body to rest in front of Anastasya. He removed the girl's ankle and began to feed it with massage oil.

Anastasya. Uncomfortable with Atun's treatment. Especially with his current position which Anastasya said was not polite. Given Atun's older age, he knelt down and touched his feet.

"No need to bi, I can do it myself." Anastasya tries to keep his body away from Atun and intends to seize the massage oil so that he can do it alone.

"lapsus. You can't do it alone. Look, your leg's sprained. If not quickly sorted, then your legs can be swollen and difficult to walk." Atun had a head shake. Anastasya was even in pain, but tried to refuse him because he was uncomfortable.

Now the girl just nodded. The pain and tenderness in his ankle began to decrease with the massages from Atun's magical hand.

"I'm the one who should apologize Miss." This is not his world at all. "But I will keep trying, until I can do it." Anastasya tried to encourage himself. Even though he was hesitant, able to realize or not.

The girl slowly got back up. When the pain began to subside, he re-do the scene that had been delayed.

You must be able to Anastasya.

A step, two steps, Anastasya's smile began to be engraved when his feet began to move agilely on the floor with high heels lining his legs.

Although quite awkward with a minimal level of confidence, but the words of encouragement from Sarah like a fireball of its own that seemed to burn his spirit.

"Enough." Sarah and Atun clapped. Quite satisfied with the results of Anastasya's hard work after passing several dramas. Although the movement is still quite rigid, but Sarah believes that the ability of Anastasya tal needs to be doubted. That girl seemed to have some hidden talent. If it continues to be excavated and honed, Sarah believes that Anastasya is capable of more than herself in the world of modeling.

The beautiful face of Alamin, her snow-white skin, and a fit and proportional body have become its own plus for Anastasya as a model. Just need to polish it just a little, then the girl will make anyone fascinated.

*****

"Truly boring," muttered Rangga on the sidelines of a meeting with the staff and also representatives from the sponsors and performers who will be held in the next few weeks.

The annual event held by Wiratama Management by looking for seeds of newcomers in the world of modeling that often costs fantastic but is able to reap fantastic profits that are quite fantastic, in fact does not make Rangga enthusiastic. Even the opposite.

Not in accordance with the desire, apparently making Rangga difficult to start loving his new job.

'I am not at all excited' That kind of sentence that was said from Rangga's lips when the man was fed up.

When meeting to finish and meeting an agreement. Rangga began to rise, bowing his head to several pairs of eyes that participated in the meeting, before turning around to leave the room.

"You can fix everything, right?" rangga said to the secretary.

He nodded and replied, "Yes, sir."

"good. Do your job right, I'm so tired and want to get home soon." Without many words, Rangga stepped wide leaving the secretary who was still silent in place, while staring at his back which began to disappear closed by a glass door.

Rangga was unable to cover himself. He was bored and wanted to go home. He stood in the lobby waiting for someone to drive his vehicle.

He checks for an expensive watch that coils around his wrist. It's still daytime and he already intends to go home. The man clucked. Between boredom and annoyance, mixed into one.

"Ladders." There was a sound of his name being called, as well as a light pat on the shoulder that made the man look up. Until his gaze found a beautiful girl smiling towards him.

"Hem, who is it? You recognize me?" His eyebrows cling. If it's not wrong, the girl said her name. But Rangga did not recognize him.

The girl fell silent, and just smiled knottyly.

"I'm Stela. Don't you recognize me?"

The stela?

Rangga fell silent and watched the girl in front of him closely. His brain is working hard to collect memory debris about a girl named Stela.

"Are you Stela Wijaya?" guess Rangga.

The girl also smiled broadly.

"Hem, your memory is pretty good apparently."

Rangga also shared a smile. Stela Wijanya was a classmate during High School and also the daughter of Roy Wijaya family one of his father's business colleagues, Sofyan Wiratama.

"It's nice to meet you." Finally Rangga reached out and was greeted warmly by the girl named Stela.

"How are you? You're getting good-looking, "praise Stela who makes Rangga smile with pride.

"Ah usual," elak Rangga. "You're also getting prettier, too" Rangga teased on Stela. Although honestly Rangga did not really understand the face of Stela when it was in the same class during High School.

Both are involved in stale talk. Until choosing to go to the Cafe Area that is opposite Wiratama management.

Stela's gaze could not be separated from the figure of a handsome man who was now sitting opposite to her. The girl admitted, if Rangga's face is handsome and comes from a distinguished family.

Stela was very enthusiastic in responding from every chat that came out of Rangga's lips. Although honestly Rangga himself did not enjoy it very much, and intended to go home soon, but it is impossible considering Stela continued to force him to be accompanied.

Seriate....