Asmara Anastasia

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Tonight, the sky seemed to darken without a trace of starlight. A faint speck of rain sounded, as well as a flash of lightning that began to strike earthyly. Behind the open glass window curtain, the figure of a young man was sitting pensively with a straight foresight. Staring at the depth of the night, as if I represent his feelings.

Faced with two difficult choices, making Rangga squeezed. Silence is wrong, move what else. After the tempest, he was not allowed to meet Anastasya at all, just to give news.

His pair of neutrals even heated up. Withstand lava that can melt at any time.

"Anastasya, what should I do," murmured Rangga interjected with a sigh. Some time ago, a plan terbesit future with Anastasya. We can stay together, even if some time is apart.

Is my plan right?

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"Sorry young master, great sir forbid you to leave the house."

Rangga looked at the nyalang a bodyguard who had been slow to hold his steps.

"Nobody can stop me from getting out of this house, including my father."

The bodyguards who were standing guard in front of Rangga's room, spontaneously lowered their heads.

"Sorry young master, this is already an order from the great lord."

Rangga sighed, he was reckless to keep stepping even though he was blocked.

"Damn, go you guys. Why block my steps, I am not a child that can be arranged by anyone!" Rangga. The guards stayed in position. Restraining the master not to come out of the room as the great lord commanded.

"Sorry, sir. We're just running errands." One of the guards dared to answer.

"But I don't accept being treated like this!" Maki Rangga for umpteenth time. His large body was deliberately blocked by the two bodyguards who were of such a large height. To complicate the movement to be able to escape.

"Rangga," said Sofyan. "What's this?" Continue the middle-aged man again.

Rangga chose silence. Reluctant to answer the question of the father which will certainly lead to debate.

"Sorry big master, young master is forcing his way out of the room." One bodyguard timidly answered the master's question.

Sofyan sighed deeply with his hands clenched.

"Didn't you still hear my words. There's no need to see him let alone tell him about your departure. What did you say a while ago that it was still unclear, until you broke through the fortress you had built?"

"Remember our offer or you'll actually leave this house, if you intend to see her."

"I didn't come out to see him."

"Who do you want to see? No way you're lying, I won't be fooled by your deception." Sofyan stared intently at the son as if skinning the young man's body.

"For God's sake, I'm not going to meet Tasya. So let me out this time. If you still don't believe me, bring some bodyguards to monitor my movements." Rangga was almost frustrated. The father did not buy a gap to him to be able to get out of the house, just to meet Anastasya for a minute.

"All right." Sofyan agreed to the son's request.

"Rangga's body wherever he goes. Prevent him if you intend to meet the girl, "Sofyan told the two guards on duty.

"Okay, sir," the two bodyguards replied simultaneously.

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Rangga entered the luxurious residence that he had not entered for several years. Several servants greeted him, then guided his steps to meet someone who was now in his study.

"Thank you, bi," said Rangga to the butler of the luxurious house.

Rangga sighed. The four fingers then moved to knock on the tightly closed door.

The man remained silent until the door showed movement.

"Ladders."

A handsome, well-built man appeared from behind the open door.

"Arka." Rangga's lips twitched a name that was none other than his closest friend.

Rangga spontaneously hit Arka's body, until the two embraced. Arka gasped, especially Rangga now sobbing in his arms.

Silent arka. Letting the friend spill all the sadness on his shoulder.

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