Asmara Anastasia

Angry Siska

After visiting Anastasya's new apartment, Rangga also drove the lover to go home. So many warnings that the man gave Anastasya to remain careful in making decisions even though the closest person even once.

If the girl did not get suspicious in the least, but it was different from Rangga. The strong-bodied man sniffed the smell of rot from a Sarah.

He knew he didn't know Sarah before. Rangga only had time to hear the name of the woman called by Anastasya on several occasions. Sarah is indeed a great contribution to the life and even the success of the career of the lover in the world of modeling. But that does not mean if Anastasya was also required to repay the service with some things that he thought did not make sense. Including willing to replace Sarah to pose with minimal clothes in an adult men's magazine.

Sounds absurd. If he did have an accident, should not he seek a solution together with the production house using the model intercessor for example, without having to force Anastasya to be able to replace him.

Rangga already feels suspicious where the real lover's phone is connected but not answered until the outgoing call reaches dozens or maybe even hundreds of times. Moreover, Anastasya went without Rio the driver who was deliberately assigned Rangga and more using his iron horse alone.

The man was extraordinarily anxious. He was disappointed in Anastasya who seemed indifferent and forgot about it. Almost lost his mind and threw anything in range, until the handsome man realized if he had installed a monitoring device on the girl's car.

After traveling for about thirty minutes, Rangga now entered the main gate of his parents' residence.

The surroundings are quite quiet. There were only a few bodyguards as well as workers who appeared to pass by.

The man in the bone-white shirt went down his iron horse after keeping it in the garage. His body feels tired. He intends to cleanse himself before resting his body on the complaint.

The clattering of shoes clashed against the marble floor, breaking the silence of the vast, silent-looking room. Rangga increasingly accelerate the step and focus the view only ahead without paying attention to the surroundings.

"Still remember the way your house looks like." A woman's voice sounded. Reverberated, filling the room.

Rangga gasped, as well as his spontaneous steps stopped. The man turned around, staring at the familiar voice owner in his sense of hearing.

"Mother" said Rangga.

"Why, surprised?" Siska swung a step, folding her hands on her chest, the middle-aged woman brought her body to approach the son.

Rangga sighed. Seeing the look on the face of the unfriendly mother, made the young man realize that he was in big trouble.

"No, I just didn't realize that mom was in this place." The quite chaotic mind made Rangga not pay attention around. Even the existence of the mother in the guest room was spared from her sight.

"Is that worth that poor girl that you chose to leave home and stay with her?" Siska stared intently at the pair of netra hawks of the son. A child that he has grown up with luxury, but the end of this actually makes him inflamed.

Siska grunting. His chest started to go up and down. Although some of the time is seized with all activities outside the house, but Siska never neglect to practice her nature as a wife and mother. Invisible Rangga these few weeks in their luxurious residence did not escape Siska's vision, to make the middle-aged woman angry and pointed Anastasya as the culprit of the problem.

"What magic does the girl have that makes her eyes and heart blinded by love. A poor, cheap girl who's nothing compared to Amara."

"Stop! What did Mom mean? Why compare Anastasya with Amara?" Rangga did not accept. Especially when the mother called Anastasya a cheap girl.

"For you to be conscious and open your eyes. They are, totally different. Like the earth and the sky."

Rangga's chest as if squeezed by an invisible strong figure. So crowded when the figure of the woman he greatly respected brought up the social status of the lover who came from an ordinary family different from her who was struggling with wealth.

When compared to Amara, it is true, both are like heaven and earth when it comes to caste. However, for Rangga there is no best girl figure other than Anastasya in his eyes.

"Sorry mom, I'm still conscious enough to be able to take every decision I make. Likewise with the relationship I live now with Anastasya. I love her."

Siska turned her face away. His teeth tightened withstanding growling. His body warmed up instantly. It is unacceptable that the son loves a girl who is not in accordance with his wishes.

"Love" said Siska Sinis. "really? But I'm a doubt. Lest he date you just to rob your popularity and your wealth" continued Siska with a slanted smile as if denouncing Anastasya.

"Mother enough! Stop denouncing Anastasya. She's not the lowly girl I'm accusing you of!"

Siska. Apparently Anastasya had brainwashed the son in such a way, until Rangga who spoke soft words to both parents, now actually raised the intonation of the voice on the figure of the woman who had been instrumental in giving birth to him.

"You dare to yell at me!? Yelling at the woman who gave birth to you in the world by betting your life?" Siska clenched both hands. Highlight his sharp eyes staring at the pair of eagle eyes of the son with adhesiveness. He could not accept, if he was defeated in the heart of the son of Anastasya.

Rangga rubbed a rough face. Frustrated instantly. He did not intend to yell at the mother, but the words that came out of her lips actually made her emotions overflow. Do not take it for granted will be a skewed accusation that the woman pointed at Anastasya.

"That's not what I mean, ma'am. It's just --"

"Enough. The day after tomorrow we'll come see Amara's parents. To have dinner at once to talk about the relationship between the two of you. Do not refuse as before. Remember, if you miss or reason anything, remember! That instant you will be erased from the heirs of the Wiratama family." Siska quickly turned around. Stepping quickly left the son with tightness in the chest.

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