Asmara Anastasia

Prahara Part 2

"Young master, the big master asked you to meet him in the study room" said one of the servants sent by Sofyan, Rangga's father.

Rangga nodded his head and said, "Go."

"Good, sir."

The black and white-clothed waiter lowered his head before passing away.

Rangga breathed a long breath. Counting two days since the conversation, the two have not yet met. Sofyan, preferring to avoid, as well as Rangga who still seems to keep the embers of disappointment in both parents.

"Offer?" Rangga smiled faintly. "Well what kind of offer will father give."

The sturdy man swung a step towards the work space of the father who was on the first floor of his luxurious residence.

Since then, Rangga did not appear in front of the lover who was honestly already very much missed. Only reply to messages also via phone calls, both can exchange news or just let go of longing.

Anastacia.

One name that is so devastating to the heart and feelings of a Rangga. Coupled with the pregnancy that was being experienced by the girl, made her guilt even more. Until just the word 'sorry' is not enough to eliminate all his mistakes.

His steps stopped, right in front of the door of the room that was still tightly closed. He swung his four fingers to knock on the ivory-white painted door.

"Come in." Sahutan sounded from inside the room.

He pushed the door slowly. His father's face is seen sitting on a swivel chair with two hands resting on a work desk of considerable size.

"Sit down" the father said, staring at the son's face.

Rangga said, when he was about to head towards the sofa, the young man realized that on the sofa there was apparently a mother who was sitting quietly with one leg resting on the other leg.

"Come here, son." Now it is Siska who speaks. One hand was raised, as if asking the son to come closer.

Again, Rangga did not answer. Only a swing of steps answers all.

Rangga sat on the same sofa as Siska, but impressed to keep his distance. Siska sighed, apparently not liking the attitude shown by the son.

"What's up. Did you get a decent offer for me?"

Receive an offer, or leave this house. Rangga smiled thinly. This, the first time since he became the son of Sofyan Wiratama, he was given a stabbing speech like this. Raise your legs, isn't that the same as throwing them away.

"True, these two days I also have the right solution for your problems and your future" said Sofya lightly, as if without burden.

"If it's like that, then say it."

Siska can feel the heat that surrounds the three even though the place has been facilitated by air conditioning.

Sofyan was as calm as possible. His body leaned slightly forward, his arms resting on the worktable. He stared at the face of the son clingy, before saying a few lines that had been arranged in the head.

"Go to xx country, take care of our family property business that almost went out of business there."

"What do you mean," answered Rangga spontaneously as his body rose from his sitting position.

" Quiet! I'm not done talking yet" Sofyan snapped. The half-emotional Rangga, sat back down after Siska gently pulled out one hand.

"Show us your seriousness if you want to marry that girl. Manage our family business in xx country. Show your performance to be able to stabilize our family company which is now in bankruptcy and almost out of business. If you succeed in re-advancing the company, then we will not hinder what you already want. The day after tomorrow, I'll send you to xx state, on condition that you don't tell me anything about your departure this time."

Sofyan's gaze now darkened. His chest up and down held back emotions.

"Accept father's offer or leave now from this house!" Sofyan's loud speech seemed to echo, filling the room.

Siska shriveled instantly. The middle-aged woman's face was lowered. What if his son is unable to think genius then decided to leave the house and choose to live with Anastasya. No!! This can't happen. Inner Siska cried out to ask the son to stay with her and forget Anastasya.

"But dad, Anastasya will definitely-"

"Shut up! Follow dad, or leave with nothing from us" said Sofyan who made Rangga die of lice.

"Well, I'll follow your wishes. But promise me, if I can re-adjust the property company in xx country, then I will bring Anastasya before you, and I don't want to hear any more rejection coming out of your lips." It doesn't make sense. The father's offer seemed to be quite detrimental to him. And what, it is forbidden to contact Anastasya. It's not that easy. Rangga even already has a way to contact the lover of course without the knowledge of his parents.

"Yes. If only you could come back with success. If not, I can't be sure either."

Siska now seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The smile of victory was clearly imprinted on his thin lips.

His son is really stupid. He did not know how much time he would spend to raise a company that had already been destroyed. Is it one or two years of time spent? Sure didn't. And Siska only responded with rarity.

"Well, and can I get out now? Isn't our conversation clear, meeting at the point of agreement?"

"Oh sure." Sofyan smiled faintly. Slowly his body rose, approaching the son who had risen. "Give me your whole cell phone." The man's hand pitched, right in front of the son.

"No! Didn't I approve the offer from dad?"

Sofyan now smiled slanted, sunghuh did not end up thinking with the ruse that was being designed by the son.

"Sure, but that doesn't guarantee that you don't call the girl secretly behind my back. Now give me your whole phone. Oh yeah, I had to cut off all internet access and phones that you've been using to contact her, including laptops."

"No dad."

"Hurry up!!"

"No!"

One hard slap back floated on Rangga's left jaw. The young man was staggered by the force of the impact, until his body slammed onto the floor.

"Alright dissident. If you don't want to hand him over, then let the guards search for him.

Sofyan turned around, leaving the son who was no longer able to answer his words. Siska also chased after the husband, had a glance towards the son who was lying on the floor with the corner of the broken lips in the flow of red viscous liquid.

Forgive me, Son.

Seriate.

Oh... Anastacia. It began from here that Anastasya's true suffering had just begun. Career is also a happy life, as if starting to disintegrate with the pregnancy that he lived without a seed sower figure beside him.

I thought about ending my life, but God said something else. Without him thinking, the marriage life that has been dreamed of, is actually approaching. However, again fate seems to play tricks on him. The loveless married life he lived. Until choosing one girl who he will marry the husband, becomes the final point of the decision, which is considered able to release him from the shackles of marriage that ensnare him.

😭😭😭😭😭 You are too sweet to be hurt, Anastasya.