Asmara Anastasia

Fiesta

"You ready?" Rangga observed Anastasya's appearance from head to toe. The girl looks charming even though her body is only wrapped in a simple dress that the man estimates has a fairly cheap price.

However, supported by the shape of the body is also a calm innate, making Anastasya look elegant like a socialite. Apparently, the modeling profession that he began to pursue, has an important role in the style of his appearance now. Changed fashionable, far compared to a while ago when the two first met.

"Already," answered Anastasya softly while commenting on the smile on her tiny lips that were polished with a nude lipstick.

"Let's go." The two walked down the apartment hallway. They stayed silent for a long time due to awkwardness.

As soon as he reached the parking area, Anastasya looked around.

"Sir, are we just going to be alone?" There seems to be no one else but the two of them.

"Yes, we're just two." Rangga opened the car door for the girl. "Come in, we must first until before the event starts," continued Rangga with the position of his hand still holding the car door.

The girl nodded and entered the car according to Rangga's wishes.

Not much talk was said of the two when the car driven by Rangga began to break the density of the capital's night. If Rangga behaves normally, but the other case with Anastasya, the girl looks uncomfortable. Especially when they are both in the same car.

Awkward to be scared too. That is the feeling that represents Anastasya now.

After thirty trips, the car driven by Rangga entered the parking area of a building.

The gafis knitted their eyebrows, seemingly thinking.

"Master, aren't we just going to dinner?"

Instantly the man beside her commented a knotty smile.

"We'll just go down. Then you'll know the answer to your question." Without a doubt Rangga helped remove the seat belt wrapped around Anastasya's waist.

"Thank you, sir," said Anastasya with a blushing face holding in shame.

"Let's get down." The girl nodded.

Rangga walked first while Anastasya chores behind the steps of the sturdy man while walking down the building lobby.

When reaching the elevator, Anastasya's tense face became more noticeable. Occasionally he plays his long nails, trying to ward off nervousness and it all did not escape from Rangga's sight.

"Why? Just relax. We're just going to dinner, not war. Why does your face look so pale?" The corner of Rangga's lips lifted. He admits that Anastasya is beautiful even in any fashion.

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Anastasya. Looking ahead also towards Rangga alternately.

Are we not in the wrong place?

"Sir, are we going to dinner in this place?" anastasya asked innocently even though he himself was not sure of the question thrown.

"Yes, this is where we're going to have dinner" replied the man in the navy suit calmly. "Come, I'll introduce you to my mom." Now Rangga's hand began to touch the tiny hand of Anastasya, even linking his fingers.

The girl gasped. But helplessly resisted.

I don't know why he looks so dwarfed when his face sweeps across the room. This was not even an ordinary dinner as he had expected before.

Not something simple but a party with guests from the upper class with a heartbreaking appearance. While himself?

Rangga brings Anastasya to the middle-aged couple who look charming at their age who are no longer young.

"Dad, mother," said Rangga. "Include, Anastasya. She's one of our model agency winners." The man looked at the girl next to him. "Tasya, introduce, they're both my parents."

Suffice it, Anastasya reached out and shook hands with the esteemed couple.

Although a little surprised, but both parents Rangga welcomed Anastasya's response without hesitation.

"I'm Siska. Just call aunt Siska and this is Om Sofyan. We're Rangga's parents. It's good to see you."

Anasyasya smiled kindly. Rangga is really a man from among the people. While himself?

"Tasya, are you hungry? What if we eat first?" bargain Rangga when you know that Anastasya now more and and seem less comfortable.

The girl just nodded. Just as the two were about to step towards the buffet table, someone prevented it.

"Ranges, briefly. Is there someone who wants to see you?" Sofyan said, which made Rangga who started to stay away, stop the step.

"Who?" asked Rangga while turning around.

"Follow father," the middle-aged pinta with a dark-colored suit stellan wrapped around his strapping body.

"But" Rangga replied floating while his gaze was fixed on Anastasya.

"Anastasya will be safe with mom," sidelines Siska quickly.

"All right." The handsome man smiled at the girl he was carrying, and stepped towards the father. Anastasya was only able to stare at that wide back nanar, as it began to move away from him.

"Anastasya, come with aunt." With a calm manner, Siska began to guide Anastasya's steps. No matter where the woman would take her, the girl could only resign.

Siska greeted each invitation. Anastasya himself does not know exactly what this event is. Didn't Rangga say it was just a regular dinner. But in fact it was a party held in a building with distinguished guests.

Anastasya was getting uncomfortable. He simply followed the aimless steps of Siska. A group of guests enjoying a meal. The middle-aged woman of money still looked beautiful it stopped its pace.

"How are you." Siska shaking hands also kissed the cheeks of women who seemed to be the same age as her.

"Good jeng. Long time no see." the guest welcomed the friendly greeting jiga treatment Siska.

"Well, this is Arka jeng? The more handsome I am like the late Mas Surya," praised Siska to the handsome young man who seemed to be the son of his partner.

"Thank you aunt." The man with the gray suit stellan spoke politely. Although impressed cold, in fact the young man was very polite when behaving.

"Jeng, who's this girl?" Fellow Siska now refers to Anastasya who was silent behind the back of her mother.

"He's Anastasya" he answered briefly without frills.

"Ooh.."

"Yes, I want to see another guest. Excuse me."

Again, Anastasya simply followed Siska's steps without being asked. Until arriving at a corner of the room that was quite quiet, the middle-aged woman stopped her steps.

"What is your relationship with Rangga, my son?" Now, without further ado Siska throws a question.

The innocent girl who had just been silent was now thinking for a moment.

"We're just Auntie's friends."

"really? That only?" Implied by the crowd from the highlight of Sikska's eyes.

"True, nothing more."

A smile on Siska's lips that a few minutes ago was invisible when interrogating the girl who was with him.

"Goodoo. I hope you're self-conscious, not daring to put even the slightest bit of heart on my son."

Deg

Anastasya. His chest was like being hit by something invisible.

"You see that?" Siska pointed her index finger which was now fixed on Rangga who was talking to some beautiful girls accompanied by his father.

"They are beautiful and classy girls who will be more worthy of being with my son. While you?" Siska stared cynically, scanning Anastasya's appearance from head to toe. "Your appearance shows who you are. You are beautiful, but still a village," continued Siska ketus.

The girl's face was deep. The net was red as if holding back a cry. While Siska, after speaking, the middle-aged woman just left him. No pity, let alone apologize. Anastasya understood, if the mother of Rangga did not like it.

Seriate..