Asmara Anastasia

Broto's Threat

Wounds, but no blood. Rangga felt it now. How his love story is being fought. Between parents and beloved lovers. Really, both mean a lot to him.

Stepping gontai, Rangga went down the stairs to his private room with half his strength left.

The mother's words immediately struck her consciousness, though as hard as she struggled to maintain her relationship with Anastasya, a great storm was sure to come. Destroying, even separating the two of them.

Rangga opened the door of his private room. Remove shoes and all clothing that is attached to the body. He immediately went to the bathroom to clean himself up. Eliminating fatigue is also all the burden of mind that feels filled his brain now.

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"Good night, sir," said someone to Rangga.

"Night, sit down." Rangga glanced at the empty chair before him. The young man understood, then occupied the chair.

Rangga landed a photograph on the table. Instantly a bodyguard looked at the photo sheet full of questions.

"There's work for you. I need you to find out about the woman in this photo."

"Good, sir."

The bodyguard grabbed a photo sheet, glanced at it briefly before putting it in his pocket.

"For the address listed behind the photo. I want you to find out everything about that woman. Family, background, and relationships. Starting from big or trivial things even once."

The guard nodded in understanding.

"Not a single piece of information is left behind and remember, stay at a safe distance so as not to be discovered."

"Good, sir."

"Go away. I'm waiting for your work soon."

"Good, sir." After saying the burly bodyguard bowed his head then turned his body and left.

Rangga breathed deeply. From the balcony of the room, he could feel the night breeze that felt cold when touching the skin. The handsome man was in a dilemma. Stand between two choices. Old man or Anastasya.

If his parents could accept Anastasya with open arms, of course things would not be this difficult. But what is power. For the mother, the figure of the girl he loves is really not worth it if he takes it to build a housewife.

Rangga closed both responses to his face. It feels so difficult, especially his feelings for Anastasya now can no longer be controlled.

"Stupid," maki the middle-aged man who was meant for the girl he was with.

"Stop saying I'm stupid, mas." The woman began to growl at once and did not accept when the curse continued to be spoken nonstop from the lips of the man.

"Then what should I call you but a fool? Ah, or is it stupid? Isn't that the same." The man even chuckled loudly after finishing the speech.

"Damn you Mas. What is so bad that I am in your eyes, until only a trivial matter like that you are worried. Dare to even yell at me and curse me all sorts." Sarah was really upset. Broto who had been speaking soft words, turned ferocious after knowing the failure of his plan.

"You're saying it's a trivial matter, huh?" Broto approached and gripped Sarah's face with both hands. "You failed to trick the girl into taking your place. You don't think I'm angry?" The pair of middle-aged men were wide open, which frightened Sarah.

"Aw, off, sick mas," Sarah choked. Broto's grip on his face hurt so much. "I'm your wife and why are you treating me like this?" connect Sarah while I pray.

"Wife?" Broto smiled cynically. "We're just a pair of industries on paper. You hear, wife on paper. So, don't go overboard." Broto pushed Sarah's body until the clutches of her hands were removed.

Sarah's body collapsed and fell on the floor. The woman looked at the figure of Broto who was now sitting relaxed in a sofa while smoking a cigarette with pleasure.

Sarah held a rumble in the chest with a pair of neutrals that began to glaze over. Is this what Broto really is? The man who married her two years ago though in series. The man who had showered him with property was also luxurious, apparently already showed his true character after two years of being full of pretense.

"Stop looking at me with that look." Broto who felt noticed also opened his voice.

Sarah chose silence. Refusal to answer if it ends in a dispute.

"You have to realize that you're not young anymore. It took a girl who was still quite charming to replace your position."

Broto's words seemed to slap Sarah's pride. He is no longer young, it does not mean he is old. His body is still well maintained, and still unsightly when in style in front of the camera.

"I don't want to know. I'll give you one last chance. If you succeed then I will give you many gifts, whatever you want. A car, a house, an apartment, or whatever it is. But instead, if you fail then I will kick you out of my life. The apartment, the car, the credit card and all the amenities I've been giving you for two years, I'm going to unplug. Even with our series marriage, it will run aground that day."

Sarah turned her face away, her hands clenched instantly. Damn, his luxurious life is even threatened to be destroyed just because of an Anastasya. Is all this real? Sah pinched his arm a little hard and..

Aw, sick.

It turns out that everything is real and not an illusion. Not expecting if the life he had fought half-dead, it was now on the edge of the horn.

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