Asmara Anastasia

Girl named Anastasya

...I don't want to lose track for the third time...

Rangga no longer focused on his interlocutor. Netra elangnya actually did not blink to aim at a beautiful face that several days continue to haunt.

"I'm sorry, let's talk some other time. There are more important things that I have to do" said Rangga to his interlocutor. He half ran down the parking area, without caring for some business colleagues who looked at him in wonder.

Ah fuck them.

From a distance Rangga had not found the three people he was looking for, in the parking area.

Damnit.

Rangga kept running. Combing a look at all directions, and trying to be indifferent when several pairs of eyes look at him questioningly. As he gazed towards the highway, his steps stopped instantly.

"Well, there it is."

Apparently, the girl he was looking for and two colleagues were waiting for a taxi on the side of the highway. He also had to move quickly, so as not to lose track. The taxi they ordered has arrived.

"Master!"

Rangga jerked in his position when someone called his name.he also spontaneously twisted the body, dancing towards the source of the sound.

"Why?" Rangga narrowed the two netra, finding his personal driver running with his breath out.

"Sorry, sir," the young driver replied.

"Why apologize."

"I've been trying to catch up to you, sir." Still with the breath of hunting the young man spoke.

"Why is chasing me. Hurry up, get a car and drive me somewhere."

"Good sir." Not waiting for long, the man ran towards the parking area.

"Follow the taxi, remember, lest we lose track" Rangga said as the two had ridden his luxurious iron horse.

"Good sir."

The view of Rangga and his male driver can not be separated on one object that became his target. Not only Rangga who seemed to be pounding, but the young man who sat controlling the steering was no less pounding was also overwhelmed with stiffness.

Although not dare to ask or just guess, but the driver quite understand if someone who is in the taxi is quite important. If not, what will the master follow.

Fifteen minutes later, a taxi pulled over in front of a fast food restaurant. The young man quickly turned the wheel. But stay within safe distance, so as not to arouse suspicion.

"Yes, we'll take a safe distance." Rangga moved uneasily in his sitting. His hands and feet were itching to get out of the vehicle and join the three people. However, Rangga's awareness still works well until the man weighs more about the bad effects.

If you just monitor from a distance, it will feel free. However, if he is reckless to approach, then he could be labeled a criminal. Come snuggle and secretly.

Until the man found a brilliant idea.

"Can you call your friend? I mean a bodyguard or some other driver to come here?" Rangga still had time to give instructions when his gaze was busy looking for the whereabouts of Anastasya.

******

Rangga dropped his body weight on the sofa in the family room. After asking two people to follow Anastasya, the man returned home to rest.

Ten minutes passed. Either a few tens of times the handsome man checked his personal phone, just to look for the development of his man.

The pace of the mutual dissonance sounded. Rangga looked up, until a pair of neutrals caught the two body figures that were waiting for a while.

"Good night sir" said the two together.

"Night. Tell me, what information you get." Rangga looked at the two young men before him. Introgating.

One of the bodyguards who had a higher posture, took a few steps forward.

"I will report the information I got after a few hours of stalking and following him" the black-clothed bodyguard reported.

"Hem, let's say." Crossing his legs by sitting leaning on the back of the sofa, Rangga sharply installed both his auditory senses to hear the bodyguard's explanation.

"One's name is Anastasya. While his two friends are Maya and also Inces."

Anastacia? so that girl, named Anastasya?

"Then?"

"We also followed him to an apartment."

Rangga frowned. The apartment? His brain is working hard enough. Isn't the girl's appearance very simple? and it seems impossible if he lives in an apartment.

"Are you sure, if the girl lives in the apartment? It could be, if he only visited a friend or even worked for someone who owned the apartment."

The two guards fell silent, then looked at each other.

"Since we've been doing surveillance for a few hours, only those two people have been seen coming out of the apartment, while a girl you mean didn't leave the apartment at all until we decided to go back," said the mature-skinned bodyguard.

Rangga seemed to nod his head, although he was still difficult to believe if Anastasya lived in the apartment.

"alright. Thank you for your hard work tonight. And I want to, after tonight and so on, keep a close eye on that girl and tell her anything about herself to me. If it is true, he lived in one of the apartments, then find the apartment closest to where the girl lived. I'll buy it." There was not a trace of doubt from Rangga's tone. It was as if what was said, became a crushing decision.

"Good sir."

"Take this. Sorry for taking your time." Rangga held out two checks on the two guards.

"Thank you sir. Of course it's all our duty, sir." They bowed before passing from the sight of the master.

After the departure of the two people he assigned, Rangga like getting a breath of fresh wind. The slight curve of the thickness breaks down the smile of relief.

Anastasya, what a beautiful name.