Asmara Anastasia

I Love You

"We have been patient enough and wasted time with your behavior, said Sok alim. Let's open, what are you waiting for. Didn't you choose to give aurat as your profession?" A man clumsily pulled the cloth on Anastasya's body, while the girl held back with all her might so that the covering cloth would not shift from her body.

The advances of some of the crew frightened Anastasya and began to sob. He is at his weakest point, resigned maybe this is the way that remains. Glanced from the tail of the eye, Sarah was silent in place. Not saying a word, especially defending.

Anastasya's shoulders began to shake. His pair of dewy neutrals he closed tightly, simultaneously with the movement of the hand that tried to pull the cloth cover his body.

I'm resigned.

"Stop!"

The sound of the baritone made the originally boisterous room, silent for a moment.

"What are you guys doing?" The figure of a well-built man, standing with dignity while his sharp gaze was directed at the several pairs of eyes that filled the room.

Anastasya gasped, as did the entire shooting crew.

The girl sobbed, put the cloth back together on her body and then sprang to hug someone who had just arrived.

Stifling. The man came when Anastasya was unable to do anything.

Sarah swallowed a heavy salivary. His pair of neutrals were perfectly rounded. Is this real? Is it true that the figure Anastasya is holding is a descendant of Wiratama? Is it true that the two have a relationship?

Sarah arranged for her breathing to start irregular. The rumor was certainly heard, but he only responded cynically considering that Anastasya was only a village girl who could not be glimpsed by a sustainable man like Rangga. But today, the grapevine was answered already, it seemed that indeed they were in close contact.

A man of tall stature approached.

"Sorry sir. We have to go through--"

"I said stop!"

The middle-aged man's guts shrieked.

"I will indemnify any amount as long as Tasya no longer continues shooting this bastard." Rangga vented all emotions, while his hands clenched Anastasya's body, so protective. Seeing the frightened lover accompanied by tears made the man go up black, although not sure what really happened.

The entire crew was silent. No one dared to open their voices. When it comes to Wiratama's descendants, what is power. They'll back off, and find a safe way. Maybe, change the ritual to be the most appropriate solution.

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"Drink." Rangga gave a bottle of mineral water to Anastasya. After recounting all the chronology of events, the girl was able to breathe a sigh of relief and stop her crying.

"Thank you."

Rangga nodded faintly. He stared at the lover who was now sipping a drink with trembling hands. Luckily he installed GPS on Anastasya's car to make it easier for him to track the whereabouts of the lover wherever he was.

The man breathed deeply. It really came at the right time. If it was five minutes late, Anastasya's evocative pose would have been spread in various media.

"Did that woman really have an accident?"

"Yes, didn't you see that his body was covered in wounds?" It's true, there were many wounds on Sarah's body. So it's impossible if the woman is lying.

Rangga sighed deeply and threw it away slowly. Both are still in the car to calm Anastasya's mind.

"Aren't you suspicious of him?"

"Forget it." Rangga began to turn on the engine, splitting the road filled with motorized vehicles and crossers of the passing road. "We'll see your apartment" the man continued.

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"How do you like it?"

Anastasya nodded, with sparkling eyes. Apparently the apartment Rangga chose exceeded his wishes. The place is located at an altitude, making the girl clearly enjoy the scenery around her.

The girl in jeans and a white t-shirt approached the wide glass window, opened the curtain slowly and smiled broadly at once.

"Honey, come here" called Anastasya to the lover.

Rangga also approached. Try to erode the distance by hugging the body of the lover from behind.

"Look," pointed Anastasya at one object.

"Do you like it?" Rangga enjoyed the Aroma of Anastasya's body in his arms. Feeling peace is also the majesty of loved ones.

Apparently Anastasya pointed to a swimming pool that is indeed a facility for apartment users. The girl likes to swim, so when a pair of netra catch the sighting of the pool from above makes it so enthusiastic and can not stand to immediately soak.

"Do you know?"

Rangga nodded, while his chin rested on Anastasya's shoulder.

"Don't you really like swimming, so I thought you'd love to be in this place."

Anastasya. Rangga has saved his reputation and now he is trying to realize a dream that has been desired. Oh my god, this man is an angel.

The girl turned around, until she faced each other. A pair of Anastasya netra began to glaze over, as the view clung to Rangga's sharp neutrals.

"Is my beloved an angel?"

Rangga. He shook his head and cupped the lover's face with his big hands.

"Of course not dear. I'm just a Rangga, your lover."

"really. But you always come to strengthen and erase my creak."

Again, Rangga chuckled.

"Listen, I am not an angel but I promise to be by your side to guide and bring you to happiness."

Anastasya smiled haru. That pair of clear neutrals started to dew. Perhaps in every sorrow, there must be happiness. And the happiness that he currently gets, of course, from attacking the man who is now in front of him.

"Dear, I love you." The words were spoken from the tiny lips of Anastasya.

Rangga smiled thinly. His chest was puffed up by happiness. He also carried Anastasya's warm body in a groove. Trying to give her comfort and protect her.

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