Asmara Anastasia

Mual

A knock on the apartment door sounded. Rangga quickly put on all his clothes, then stepped up to open the door.

"Good morning, sir. I've come to bring you the order you requested." The man who was none other than Rangga's family bodyguard handed some of the porch bag to the master.

"Thank you" replied Rangga while receiving the item.

After bowing his head, the guard left. He closed the door and did not forget to lock it.

One by one, the bag Rangga check. Some of them contained clothes and also breakfast that he ordered.

The man stared at the bathroom which was still tightly closed. I don't know how long Anastasya has been in there. Saying to clean up but more than thirty minutes had passed, the girl still did not come out. Not even a splash of water could be heard anymore.

Rangga sighed deeply then rubbed his face rough. The bathroom door seemed interesting to visit.

The man in the armour approached the white-painted door and swung a few fingers to knock.

"Darling, are you all right? Quickly out. I'm waiting for you for breakfast." The man's chest was beating. Afraid that something might happen to Anastasya.

What if Anastasya cries, self-harm or worse, tries to finish himself off in the bathroom. Rangga was wide at once. Can't do. Anastasya cannot do such a thing.

"Dear, baby, open the door." Rangga knocked on the door even harder when the girl inside was not heard saying.

He began to panic and get frustrated.

"Say.."

"In a moment," answered a voice from inside the bathroom.

Rangga breathed a sigh of relief. He faithfully waited at the door until it opened.

"Sa, baby. You're okay, right?" Rangga's lips trembled, his pair of eyes heated up. Both of the lovers clear eyeballs apparently reddened and worshiped. There's no mistaking it, Anastasya just cried inside there.

"I'm-I'm fine." Anastasya turned his eyes. Reluctant to meet the eyes of the lover.

"Tasya," said Rangga while grabbing the chin of the lover. He asked the girl to look back at him. "Look at me. You're crying, right?" Connect with Rangga again.

Now the views of both are intertwined. Anastasya did not answer, it was the water that flowed profusely without being prevented.

Rangga spontaneously embraced Anastasya's body. Until the girl cried loudly in his arms.

"I'm sorry, honey. I know, I did something wrong. But I'll make sure, if everything's gonna be okay."

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A few weeks passed after the incident. Neither Anastasya nor Rangga, still living life as before.

Rangga began to show its existence in the business world in managing several Model Agencies owned by Wiratama Group.

Anastasya too, his career skyrocketed sharply along with the many offers from several production houses and TV stations to be able to establish cooperation.

The relationship between the two is still established as it should be. Nothing has changed, only Anastasya is aware that his presence on the side of Rangga, is still viewed with one eye by the Rangga family.

The alarm from Anastasya's phone continued to roar over the nightstand. The girl was indeed used to arranging the wake-up time, considering there would be a photo shoot this morning.

The body still covered in the blanket began to move. Stretched out a hand to reach out to his cellphone which still did not stop roaring.

With one movement, the sound coming from the flat object stopped.

The girl began to lean her back on the head of the bed. Attempting to gather awareness after a while of opening the eyes.

However, this morning the condition of Anastasya's body is not as usual. The head feels heavy and also dizzy.

"Why this?" Lirih Anastasya while kneading her temple slowly.

His flattened bena is now vibrating. Anastasya took a quick glance and found the name of his personal assistant on the phone screen.

"How is this?"

The girl received a call. Then he asked his personal assistant to come home.

Trained Anastasya's steps while carrying her body towards the bathroom. But when the smell of room fragrant, the entire stomach of the girl felt stirred.

"Hump." Anastasya spontaneously smothers the mouth. Immediately run towards the sink.

"Tooch."

Anastasya vomited all the contents of the stomach, but no food came out other than the yellow liquid that tasted so bitter.

The girl's face was pale. Cold sweat began to wet his forehead and body. Anastasya could only moan. Removing the body against the wall with great difficulty. Hope his personal assistant will come and help him soon.

Seriate