Asmara Anastasia

Draw up a Plan

Like there is an invisible shadow, Rangga's steps like being taken for granted, when he accidentally caught the figure of Anastasya standing in the distance.

Leaving the two bodyguards, the sturdy man moved quickly out of the cafe. His common sense seemed to disappear, then realized after the private driver, stopped him.

"Sir, where are you going?" The man even deliberately blocked the steps of the master.

"Where? Did you see him?" Rangga pointed at Anastasya who was increasingly far away leaving him. "She's the girl I've been looking for all this time." The man was furious, with the demeanor of his personal driver.

"Patience, sir. Sir don't act rashly."

Rangga narrowed his gaze, seemingly unacceptable.

"Whatchu mean? If the girl is in sight, don't I move quickly to get close to her?"

The tall, sturdy driver sighed, a moment later he was downcast.

"I'm sorry, sir. Not that I meant to be presumptuous for your personal business, just that didn't you have the bodyguards trace the girl's life?"

Rangga's breathing rang increasingly irregular, holding back anger. Anastasya is now invisible.

"Then what do you mean?"

"Isn't the girl you're referring to entering the Wiratama Management building?"

Rangga.

"Even unauthorized guests are prohibited from entering the lobby area, can even enter the building. Doesn't that mean if the girl does have a bond with the master's modeling agency, until allowed to enter."

Rangga examined the words of someone in front of him. True juka, why did not he have time to think about it.

Rangga's slightly thick arch reflects a knotty smile. He landed a pat on the driver's shoulder while talking, he said,

"Thank you. You're pretty smart. Tonight, we need to talk to both." Smiling obliquely, Rangga stepped wide, crossing the highway towards the model agency building. He did not stay silent and had to find information on insiders who happened to be holding a talent search event.

*******

Rangga looked straight ahead, where a staff member looked down deeply on a chair he was sitting in.

"Have you ever seen this girl in this building?" Said Rangga while sliding a piece of photo in front of a man in the shirt.

The man looked up, grabbed a piece of the photo and stared at it carefully.

"Isn't this one of our latest model finalists sir? If it's not wrong." The man who served as the person in charge of the event was still staring at a piece of suspended photo, while his brain continued to dig up the memory of the young girl berparas ayu.

Rangga. So that's the reason, a few times I saw him in this office.

"alright. If you're right, if he's one of our newcomer model finalists. Then surely you have the girl's complete identity."

The man looked up, trying to look at the master.

"Yes sir. We always keep the personal data of the participants." Although the man was quite confused to catch the wishes of the master, but at least by answering honestly, it would make him safe from the word dismissal.

"good. I want to get a copy of the girl's address and personal data in the photo. And I don't want to wait long."

"Good sir."

"Now go. I'll give you fifteen minutes. If you're late, then I don't hesitate to give you a warning letter."

"Good sir." The man got up, bowed his head before leaving the room. It was clearly her frightened face. Rangga himself honestly held the gelak so as not to explode. Of course he's not that petty, firing his staff as well as he can. He also still has a heart, and it is impossible to abuse the office he has just.

Various future plans arranged Rangga sydah in such a way, if only he was reunited with Anastasya. Is this overkill? I don't know, even he doesn't know for sure the answer.

*****

"Aw," a girl screamed as her body suddenly fell and hit the floor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." With a swift voice the baritone man gently pulled the hand of a girl who accidentally collided with him. "Let me help," the man continued.

The girl did not refuse, she received a response from the man who had made her fall. The silence around made him wonder. Inces and Maya even flank him, but why are they compact silent and do not help him. He looked up quickly to be sure, and was surprised to find the two men glued to his place with perfectly rounded neutrals.

"You why? Why just shut up?" Anastasya.

"Hi."

Someone's voice made Anastasya now look at someone who had hit him.

"Are you hurt?" ask the man who made Anastasya gasp.

"Em, no-no sir."

Without Amastasya noticing Inces and Maya interlocking lyrics, code through eye sight.

"Sorry sir, this friend of ours accidentally bumped into you. Please you can understand and won't extend it again." Inces even asked Anastasya to bow his head.

"Ana, let's apologize quickly. You hit this master, right" whispered Inces, painstakingly coding, but Anastasya was still confused.

As if understanding the situation, Anastasya also bowed his body. I don't know who this guy in front of him really is, until Inces and Maya act like they're scared.

"Hey, what are you doing. I'm the one who's wrong. Hit your friend to the point of falling, thankfully he wasn't hurt." Rangga traversed Anastasya's body through the view. See if any part of his body is injured.

"No sir, I was wrong. I should have been more able to pay attention to the steps" said Anastasya kekeh. Maybe he was wrong, Anastasya.

"Oh, don't discuss it. So, you really don't get hurt, do you?" ask Rangga again.

Anastasya answered with a head shake.

"Do you not remember me anymore?" Rangga's gaze was fixed on Anastasya, which made the girl look up.

Although scared, but the girl tried to look at the face of the man in front of her. He gasped, as the views of the two intertwined.

"Is the gentleman I met in front of the building? When I accidentally hit your body." Memory is like constantly spinning.

"Hem, apparently you still remember me. Not only that, you're also the one who helped me when I shop at that supermarket." Rangga commented on the thin smile, his heart even racing.

Inces and Maya are mutually elbowed. How Anastasya, can get to know the son of a prominent family considering the level of association is still quite minimal in the capital.

Anastasya. Yeah, now he can remember everything.

"Do you live here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, I don't think it's just a coincidence. I also live here, and hopefully we can meet again often."

Anastasya just smiled awkwardly. He glanced at his two colleagues who were still compact silencing.

Rangga smiled triumphantly. Apparently not in vain threatening his staff. He can get information on Anastasya's personal data quickly and precisely.

I apartment units that are near Sarah's apartment, he easily bought. Of course for moreover, if not to get closer to Anastasya.

Seriate...