Asmara Anastasia

Sudden Proposal

The lentic eyelashes moved, in the rhythm of a pair of girl neutrals that slowly began to open, snapping at the light that greeted her sense of sight. Anastasya looked around. The room was so foreign, but the pain all over the body made him groan instantly.

"Miss is conscious?" A middle-aged woman wearing a servant approached the bed.

Anastasya who was still confused just nodded.

"Please call master, tell him if miss is conscious" the servant told another servant.

"Where am I?" Anastasya ventured to ask. He touched his bandaged hand, feeling a tremendous pain there.

"Sorry miss. Maybe miss forgot it was the young master who brought you to this house."

What, young master? A home? Where am I really?.

Anastasya tried to remember the incident a moment ago before he got to lie on this soft bed.

Didn't I....

The girl gulped her saliva roughly. He's alive, he's not dead. But who has saved and brought him to this place.

Damnit. Why don't I just die. Isn't that better than this fetus born without a father figure. Fetus, baby..

Touch that stomach. Anastasya heaved a sigh of relief as her content was fine.

With steps approaching. Anastasya was still filled with curiosity at the figure who had helped him. Will he be someone from among the people, as evidenced by the luxurious rooms he currently occupies or even he was found by the Rangga family.

No. gabe. Anastasya. Face frightened.

"You're sober?" The baritone voice shocked the frightened Anastasya. The downcast face was now pitched, until it met a look with the figure of a handsome man who had just appeared from behind the open door.

Anastasya. He looked at the handsome man who was like he was still a stranger to him.

She who?

"You guys are out, I want to talk to him alone." The man asked the waiter to leave the room.

"Good sir."

After making sure the servants came out and the door was tightly closed, the man pulled a chair and sat down to approach Anastasya who was still lying weakly on the bed.

"How are you doing?" ask the man who is none other than Arkana, Rangga's friend. "Do you still recognize me?" Ask the man again.

Anastasya stared fixedly at the man before her. Try to remember the look of a handsome face, which he might have met.

"No." Nihil, Anastasya doesn't remember anything about the man.

Arka also extended a hand.

"Include me, I'm Arkana."

Anastasya raised his hand in the air, preparing to greet Arka's helping hand, but one follow-up sentence was uttered, making the girl undo the intention.

"I'm Arka's best friend."

"Why are you helping me? Or are you also conspiring with the Rangga family to pretend to be a savior, then dump me somewhere?" Anger flash is clearly depicted on the face of Anastasya ayu. He was fed up with all the affairs related to Rangga as well as his family.

"Bu-no, it's not like that. I'm not that kind of man."

"Then what? Wouldn't it be better if you just let me die." Anastasya is about to rise. Forcing to be able to move even though the entire body feels pain.

"Stay in place." Arka held back Anastasya's body movements until he was unaware that both Arka's hands touched Anastasya's body.

"Sorry." The man quickly put his hands away. "Please don't move much. Your body is still weak, as well as the fetus you're carrying."

The girl tried to calm down. Muffle the emotions that had overflowed.

"Thank you for helping me, but now I have to go." Again, Anastasya tried to get up, though with great difficulty.

"No," prevent Ark. "Don't go, you'll stay here."

"Sorry sir. I have to go back. I have a home. Besides it's not common for a woman like me to live in a man's house like you, what else if your wife finds out, there's bound to be misunderstanding."

"I'm not married yet" replied Arka quickly.

Silent. For a moment both were silent.

"And for that, will you marry me?"

Anastasya. Didn't he hear wrong. Not yet relieved his surprise when helped by Arka, now the man actually said a word that Anastasya said did not make sense. Doesn't that sound like a proposal? Arka proposed? The figure he did not know now asked him to want to marry. Really true?.

"What do you mean?"

"Married to me." Arka answered firmly without hesitation.

"No, I don't know you, and vice versa. Please don't make jokes that aren't funny to me at all."

"I'm not lying. I really want to marry you."

Anastasya laughed. Even the corner of his net let out a clear circle due to the pain of his heart.

"You are Rangga's best friend. Surely you also know about who I am, even to who the father of the fetus in my womb."

Arka spontaneously nodded.

"So forget your intention to marry me. I don't want to be pitied."

"Stop! Stop that entirely unfounded pradugu. I am indeed a friend of Rangga, but I want to marry you also on my wishes and have absolutely nothing to do with Rangga. Listen, when Rangga left you, he also died me without news. I help you is certainly not his request, but a destiny predetermined by the creator. So please don't include Rangga's name in our personal affairs."

Anastasya sighed. He lowered his head, with a clear grain still flowing.

"Sorry" he said. Due to deep disappointment in Rangga, he unconsciously threw a bad accusation at Arka who might not know anything.

"Marry me and we'll be happy together." Arka looked into Anastasya's eyes. Waiting for the answer to come out of the woman's lips.

Anastasya fondled, for a while he seemed to think deeply. Until an answer, "Yes, I take it." Making Arka sigh in relief.