Asmara Anastasia

I Call You 'Tasya'

Along the hallway of the apartment, Inces did not stop babbling. Especially when the third has entered into Sarah's apartment.

"Hey Ana, how do you know a rich man like him?" Somehow Inces threw the same question at Anastasya, while Maya could only sniff her shoulders and choose to throw her body onto a sofa, to rest.

"We met because of accident" Anastasya replied lightly.

Inces was also flabbergasted. Truejah if Anastasya does not know the identity of the man.

"Oh my God, Ana, you're a village, but in what village have you never read a newspaper or a television?" Inces dodged in disbelief.

"Hey, come on," cut Maya into mediation. "Don't Ana, I don't know where you're talking to." The girl poured the fresh drink that Bi Atun had just served into the glass, then sipped it. A fresh sensation immediately greets the dry, kerontan throat.

"Basunder the horse." Tracing his waist, Inces stared at the two girls sitting on the sofa. Look at him alternately with a sharp look.

"The handsome man was the only son of the Wiratama family. Indeed, he had just come to the homeland after several years of education in a neighboring country. However, I still remember very well with his face, and I am not wrong anymore. He must be Rangga Wiratama. The son of Sofyan Wiratama, and do you know? the model competition that you are currently participating in, Ana, is a model agency owned by the Wiratama group, which means it still belongs to the handsome man we met earlier" said Inces at length.

"A minute, a minute. You mean, that handsome guy is the only son of the Wiratama family who is quite famous in the capital?" Maya uncovers the friend's statement.

"Yep, right," Sambar inces as fast as lightning.

Anastasya himself was still digesting a long sentence thrown from the lips of Inces, while his brain memory played recordings of several events that accidentally brought him to meet the figure of a young man named Rangga.

"Hey, Ana. Why are you still quiet? Or maybe you've forgotten you've met him? God, you're so stupid Ana," wrote Inces withholding indignation. Evidently with his teeth grinding against each other.

Anastasya just smiled blandly.

"Here you go, he's not that important. What we have to think about now, is how we prepare for the final round the day after tomorrow. I also want to speak directly to Sister Sarah. Thank you, also congratulate." Anastasya tried to divert the conversation.

Totally beyond belief. After making the selection. Pruning the finalists numbering hundreds of people to leave the top twenty finalists, Anastasya is quite proud because it is incorporated in the name of the participants who managed to escape and make it to the next stage.

Don't wanna fuck around. Already entered this point Anastasya was quite proud, so it does not matter if he had to fall and was unable to survive. However, fate said another, Anastasya in the name of the finalists who entered the final round with four other talented finalists. It's beyond a doubt. Until Anastasya thought, if all just a dream.

"Yes, that's right." This time, inces and Maya come to think. Both must be compact to work hard, exert all abilities to meet the success of Anastasya to the top.

Anastasya did not pay both of them a penny. However, it was Sarah who reached into the rags, but without Anastasya's knowledge.

"We talked about this after Sarah came home" Maya said.

Inces agreed.

"Indeed, where is he now?" ask inces.

Maya clucked before answering the friend's question.

"Where are you thinking. I thought the photo shoot was over, and it's clear who Sarah is now."

Maya's answer made Inces sigh deeply. Secretly Anastasya observed the facial expressions of two people who were with her while discussing Sarah.

Aye, right. Where is Sarah's sister now. Seemed so rare to be home, was it possible that he was staying somewhere? Ah already. That's none of my business.

*****

For the first time Anastasya came out of the apartment without the company of anyone. Running out of stock pads and some personal needs make him inevitably have to go out alone, considering bi Atun is busy cleaning Sarah's room.

After several times in and out with Inces and Maya by using the elevator, now the girl began to understand and no longer confused.

Elevator door opens. After a few people came out, now the girl started to step inside. At the press of a single digit number, towards the ground floor. The elevator door was slowly closing, but quickly a body infiltrated into the door that was almost half closed.

Brakes

Anastasya. That person's body even nearly crashed into it.

"Sorry" said the man with a breath. Both of his hands seemed to hold his body so as not to squeeze Anastasya who hit the elevator wall.

Anastasya. But his gaze was fixed on a pair of eagle netra who was also staring at him.

"Sorry, I really didn't mean it." Rangga could only apologize, when he found that the girl was looking at him sharply.

"It's okay," Anastasya replied as she positioned her body to move away. Especially when the elevator began to function, he shifted his body to the end of the elevator, and refused to be close to the figure of the man who was with him.

Rangga could only sigh deeply. If only it had been up to a minute sooner, it would not have been like this. End misunderstanding, and the girl considers if he is a brash man who likes to take advantage of the situation.

Silent, silent.

The two people in the walking room chose silence. Anastasya was frightened, while Rangga was filled with regret.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything bad to you, it's just that I was in a hurry, until it just hit you, '" Rangga regretted by daring to look at Anastasya's face, as if asking for forgiveness.

The girl who had been bowed, now looked up.

"It's okay, sir. I closed the elevator door, because I didn't see you. Sorry if I had to make you fall." The girl commented a big smile.

Rangga. In this close distance, it was obvious how sweet Anastasya's face was. The earth stopped turning. The handsome man was stunned, looking at the shade of the face of the girl he was with.

"Master," called Anastasya which made Rangga blink unconscious.

"D-yes." Rangga smiled clumsyly. He then scratched his nape that did not itch, trying to expel the awkwardness.

The elevator stopped, while the door opened.The two pulled out. Rangga was unable to hide his happy hue as the two stepped together.

"O yes, if I may know, what is your name?"

Staring at the man beside her, Anastasya smiled before answering the man's question.

"Anastasya, sir." The girl halted her steps, and extended her right hand towards Rangga, as a symbol of introductions.

Rangga's steps stopped. Unexpectedly, the sweet girl even reached out.

"My name, Rangga. It's nice to meet a girl like you."

The girl quickly let go of the department after a few seconds.

"Then, your nickname?" Rangga seemed to take advantage of the moment. With this, at least he can pry Anastasya's identity without intermediaries.

"Ana, everyone calls me Ana."

There came an idea in the mind of Rannga that had never been thought of before.

"Em, what if I call you, Tasya. Yes, Tasya. What a sweet name, right? Of course, as sweet as you are," seduks Rangga like an accomplished seducer who likes to cultivate praise.

"Tasha?" The girl seemed to think. It might sound foreign to him. Remembering that she had only been called Ana for twelve years.

"Why? Do you mind if I do you?"

The girl spontaneously shook her head.

"N-no, sir. I don't mind, after all it's also part of my name."

Rangga smiled happily. The two stepped back and separated in the apartment parking area. Honestly Rangga wanted to take the girl first to the shopping mall area, but gently the girl refused.

The man can only stop. After all, he had no right to force. Later, it must not be the sympathy that he got, but the discomfort.

Rangga's slightly thick curves incessantly reviewed the smile. Driving his black sports car, he combed the streets of the city with a carefree heart. At least, by meeting Anastasya, make his spirit of work arise just like that.

"Oh Wiratama Management, I'm coming, '" muttered Rangga as he headed to his family's model agency building.

Seriate...