Asmara Anastasia

Contrition

The pain that spread on both cheeks Anastasya, not comparable to the heart wound that Rangga's parents cut on him. With tears, Anastasya only resigned when two bodyguards brought him forcibly to the car.

"I'm sorry Miss. It'd be better if you left, before it all adds up." One of the guards spoke. He opened the car door and asked the girl to come in and leave.

The sturdy man actually saw Anastasya when visiting this house with Rangga, a few days ago.

As a man who had witnessed all the tempests that were held in the old man's residence, from the deepest corner of his heart he condemned the anarchist behavior of his two masters on a helpless girl.

Then does he also believe that the girl in front of him is pregnant with the seed of his young master? Ah, I don't know. He did not dare to draw any conclusions that far.

Without tidying up the appearance, Anastasya entered his iron horse and took him away from the residence of Rangga's parents at a moderate speed.

Although the pain felt spread throughout the body, but as much as possible he set the steering wheel to get home safely.

Perhaps this was the last time he set foot in the home of Rangga's parents, after being expelled. Indeed, Anastasya was self-critical of his decision to confidently enter the gate of a house whose owner had not expected his presence.

However, he cannot just sit still and wait, when the person we are waiting for does not appear at all, for days.

Anastasya rubbed his flat stomach. Grateful because after the scene some time ago, it did not cause any reaction to his stomach.

"I'm sorry mom, son," muttered Anastasya with tears.

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"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Vienna asked as soon as she found Anastasya's reddened face and the corner of her lips that broke when the door of the house opened.

Anastasya simply lifted the ladder, gesturing the girl to be silent. The girl now dropped the body weight on the sofa, then laid herself there. While Vienna still looks shocked by staring at the face of Anastasya.

Vienna swiftly searched for the existence of the medicine box. Lekas sat down next to Anastasya to clean his wound.

"What really happened, brother?" Vienna, which was like a sister to Tasya, cleaned the corner of the girl's lips with cotton and alcohol.

Anastasya did not answer. Only a hiss sounded as the cotton touched the wound on his lips. The girl is in pain.

"The manager's request for the entire schedule for the next few days, until my condition recovers" Anastasya told Vienna.

"But" replied Vienna in doubt.

"Tell him to meet me directly. I'd like to talk to him if he doesn't believe me."

Vienna breathed deeply. As a public figure, who is shaded by a famous model agency, of course Vienna knows if Anastasya can not cancel the contract that has been agreed. However, if Anastasya force comes with a face like this, it will also cause question marks and assumptions of different viewers.

"alright. I'll tell the manager." Vienna finally opened its voice.

Anastasya got up, and took her footsteps towards the room. It takes time for itself. Crying or lamenting fate, without anyone knowing.

Red scars on both cheeks and torn wounds on the corners of the lips, evidence of the extent to which Rangga's parents did not like it.

The girl with the disheveled appearance reached into the flat object that was still inside her bag. He could not believe that Rangga had left him.

Back he called the contact number that some days he contacted the most. Please-please worry Anastasya is waiting for a call to be connected. One minute, two minutes, until the operator's reply he heard.

Not broken charcoal, Anastasya contact again and again Rangga contact until the cellphone in his grip heats up.

Brakkk

Throwing the flat object to shatter into pieces.

"That's you to me, Rangga. That instant you left me, and our baby-to-be for no reason."

Anastasya slid his face on both knees. Crying bitterly, lamenting the future is also his brilliant career.

The door was knocked from the outside.

Anastasya quickly wiped away the tears with both hands. Trying to cover his face.

"Lake in."

"Ana, what are you doing. We can't unilaterally cut off the agreed contact. We can get fines, even criminal. Don't you think far there until you decide something without thinking." Manager Anastasya immediately gave a question when the door of the girl's room opened.

Anastasya who was still down was spontaneously looked up, because he was surprised.

"Oh my god, Ana! What happened to your face?" The female manager with the stocky body was moved closer to the body of Anastasya who was still sitting on the floor.

"Why and why is your face like this?" The woman scanned Anastasya's face and touched him slowly.

"You fighting? With who? We need to call the police right now." Manager Anastasya is about to rise. Take a cell phone to contact someone.

"Don't!" Hold Anastasya.

"Why? Your face is even like this. It's called a criminal act and it's in the word gori persecution." Not knowing the reason for the problem, the middle-aged manager continued to speak as he pleased.

"Sister, I'm fine. Please don't prolong this matter." Trouble Anastasya said, recalling the corner of his injured lip.

"Ana, you're an artist, a figure pablik. It's easy for you to put anyone in jail, just by selling your name, then I'll make sure the person who's been with you will be languishing in the cell."

"Sister, already. Stop that!. You don't know the root of the problem. Go awayl. I want to be alone. I'll tell you everything after it's quiet." With a look away, Anastasya gestured for his manager to leave.

The middle-aged woman clucked, exhaled a rough breath, then turned around to leave the room.

Anastasya. He is afraid to live his days ahead. Can he walk alone, through all the tempestuous storms without a loved one holding his hand?.

Half his soul left, as Rangga disappeared from the side. Let alone to step, to rise even it feels like Anastasya can no longer.