Asmara Anastasia

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As the day passes, Anastasya begins to live her new life better. The career that he built, began to show results. The contract he had agreed with Wiratama management began to show results. As a brand ambassador of several beauty products, increasingly make Career model Anastasya crawl, presumably punch.

So was the love relationship that he lived with Rangga. Thanks to the persistence and kindness directed at Anastasya, making the girl resigned, and finally warmly welcome the presence of Rangga in life as well as his days.

The relationship that is established, apparently makes the two more comfortable and fill each other. They often take time in between their respective activities, to meet together or eat together.

Like at the moment. Dusk began to greet the inhabitants of the earth. Rangga, who some time ago came out of the Wiratama management building, now directs the speed of his iron horse to the Anastasya residence located in a downtown complex.

Tiredness that had struck, disappeared instantly when the vehicle was pulled on the veranda of the house of the idol of the heart.

He then reached for a flat object in his pocket and looked for an online shopping application.

"Yes, done," he murmured as he kept the phone in his pocket.

The minimalist house looks quiet, but all the lights are not on.

Rangga smiled back. Directed index finger to press the bell. For a while the door was not open.

Actually, what is he doing?

"Hi" said a girl with a smile as sweet as young, just after the door opened.

"Assalamualaikum, dear," said Rangga.

"Waalaikumsalam, dear," Anastasya replied still with a smile imprinted on her thin lips.

"May your beloved come in" seduced Rangga by blinking one eye.

"certain. Please sir." The girl bowed her body, shifting her body with an inviting step.

Rangga. He was always made intoxicated by the height of the lover. Make him always miss, if a day does not meet.

The handsome man with the suit stelan landed his body on the sofa that was in the middle room. Resuscitate your back on the back of the sofa to relieve fatigue.

"Want to drink what?"

Rangga thought for a moment, then said, "Come baby, but I want a cold drink."

The girl nodded, and rushed towards the kitchen to serve two glasses of fresh drink to the lover as well as herself.

The tv room and kitchen that does not have a partition makes it easier for Rangga to look at the lover from a distance. Tonight Anastasya looks very beautiful despite only wearing a big white shirt and one-skull jeans that show half her thighs smooth white without blemish.

The man took his eyes off. Indeed, at the beginning he did not pre-announce his arrival until the girl did not have time to tidy up her appearance first.

Although the long mane is only smeared carelessly, in fact, the face looks very beautiful, although plain without makeup.

Rangga stared at the long-shaded face of the lover. Until unknowingly, the girl was already in front with a tray containing two glasses of fresh drinks with ice cubes piled on the top.

"Why daydream? Is anyone thinking?" Anastasya landed the tray on the table, then took one drink and gave it to Rangga.

"I'm just thinking about you" said Rangga, sipping a cold drink from the glass, leaving half of it.

Anastasya. Flirtation is indeed a complement to the love relationship between them. Although famous seducer, but Rangga not just indulged in seduction on many girls, but only on Anastasya one.

"Darling, I'm hungry." Rangga rubbed the stomach slowly which had been roaring for filling.

"You hungry?" A pair of the girl's neutrals were breaking into patterns, she looked worried. "Let me get something ready, for a moment" the woman continued, running into the kitchen. Open the refrigerator and check the food that is still available.

Rangga was seen rising and opening the front door. Shortly after, he returned with a few bags in his hand.

"Are we not going to cook?" rangga said casually. He opened the bag after putting it on the table.

Anastasya. The two large bags, apparently containing raw food. Like fresh meat, vegetables, fruit, eggs, canned food is also ready to eat.

"You're shopping?"

Rangga shook his head faintly.

"No. I ordered it through the app."

The girl felt guilty. He looked at his refrigerator, which was filled with only a few eggs and fast food. Not lazy, but his busyness lately made him not have time to shop. Stupid, why not shop through the app. So shame on you. Anastasya's curse in the heart.

Rannga stripped off his black coat on the back of the dining table chair. He rolled the bone-white shirt up to his elbow and began sorting out some vegetables for him to work with.

"Darling, you want to cook?"

"Why? Hasn't that become my habit lately when I go to my lover's house, hem..?"

Hearing the lover's words made Anastasya smile in embarrassment. He is not good at cooking. Far experienced lover who is accustomed to living alone while studying abroad.

"Now sit down, and wait until I finish serving us dinner." The man's heavy hands touched both of Anastasya's shoulders. Press gently and guide her to sit on one of the dining table chairs.

Anastasya could not resist. In silence, he stared at that sturdy back from behind. The man's big hands began to peel, then cut some vegetables. Sigadical smiles grew, all forms of attention given by Rangga made her the happiest girl on earth. Although rice from the family does not have it, in fact it does not make Rangga even bring up his social status.

Like young couples who are drunk on love in general, both seem to enjoy relationships, although aware if the possibility of a big ordeal erodes the power of love that is built, namely the blessing of parents.

"You daydreaming?" Rangga serves two plates of food eating shirt. Anastasya gasped, apparently it was quite a long time that he used just to daydream.

"Too often consume snacks, not good for the body." Rangga gradually shifted the results of cooking in front of the girl.

Two servings of shrimp capcay with a seductive aroma became his second dinner menu.

Anastasya blushed embarrassedly, it should be him who presented all of this. But what power, his skill in processing food, is very far below the lover.

"Come, we eat dear," said Rangga who is possessed by the lover.

Both of them begin to feed the food into the mouth. Anastasya smiled faintly, the skill that Rangga had when it came to cooking, needless to say. The delicious taste starts to say hello, once it reaches the tongue.

"Nake?" Rangga looked gently at the lover, asking for judgment.

The girl nodded enthusiastically, accompanied by two raised thumbs.

Rangga smiled widely. One hand rubbed the girl's cheek, unable to resist the anxiety.

"Last week I'll take you home."

Rangga's words, instantly made Anastasya choke. Snapping, the man thrust a glass full of white water in front of the girl.

"Slow down, baby." The worried tone was clearly visible from Rangga's tone. Especially find the reddish face of the lover who endured the pain.

Anastasya received and immediately sipped the water. He was silent, just a nod or even a slug as a sign of an answer.

'Meeting Rangga's parents' One sentence that became a terrible scourge for Anastasya. If you can, as much as you can avoid it. But where is it possible? Inevitably, sooner or later, it will happen.

The apparent dislike Siska showed Anastasya, apparently making the girl's confidence shrink instantly. There is no enthusiasm, or twinkle of happiness when you want to meet the parents of the idol of the heart, which there is precisely fear and trauma, if the same treatment is again obtained.

Seriate...