Asmara Anastasia

That guy?

"Ana, between these coffee buildings next door as usual huh." The mother of the owner of the shop held out several coffee cups that had been packed in plastic cups to Anastasya.

"Yes ma'am." The girl accepted, then set foot to her destination with a few plastic bags in hand.

Anastasya stared around. Really the shop where he worked seemed to be sandwiched between tall buildings towering on the left and right sides.

Considering the place to go is only a few dozen meters from the store, Anastasya was just walking without using the services of an ojek.

While walking, he was still staring around. Sometimes he glanced towards the office building with employees passing by.

His thin pink arch was stretched thin. Hoping to be in their position, but what power. His education is not inhabited until just satisfied staring and bite fingers.

Show the girl in long straggles in simple clothes in front of the intended place. Building several floors with the logo of the famous model Agency. Already several times he set foot to this place just to deliver a coffee order.

"A coffee order is pretty?" greet a security guard who suddenly approached Anastasya. The girl gasped, even though the man's face was quite familiar, but Anastasya hated his overtly seductive nature and often even intended to touch him.

"Yes sir. And please, I leave it to you as usual." Anastasya held out the plastic bag to the security guard.

"Don't call father dong, call mas or brother. I am not too old, my wife is two. And if you want, Ana's deck could be third." The man chuckled, grabbing the plastic bag from the pretty girl's hand in front of him.

Anastasya shuddered in horror. Especially when the middle-aged man tried to touch his hands while trying to give a plastic bag containing coffee orders.

"Be afraid of dong neng. Brother ain't gonna bite you," seduced the middle-aged man while winking a netra.

Anastasya. Without wasting any time he hurried to leave the man half-run.

"Sneng wait."

Anastasya is not a bully. He continued running, to be able to quickly disappear from the view of the perverted man.

"Dam. Coffee was already paid for. If not, I will die.

Running without looking at directions. The half-scared Anastasya almost hit anything in front of him. Until unexpectedly..

Bruck..

"God.."

His body bounced and fell on the floor when he accidentally hit something.

"Sick," Anastasya said as she rubbed some parts of her body that were chafing.

I'm fallin. Then, what I've hit.

The girl looked up, she gasped as a tall, towering figure stood before her.

Oh jesus. Did I hit him?

Anastasya gulped his saliva roughly. He was still staring at someone. The man was dressed expensively, and his shoes looked expensive as well.

Oh jesus. Idiotically. Because of that perverted old man I didn't see anyone in front of me.

Someone was still in his place. Highlight his eyes looked at Anastasya sharply. Not caring about something he brought seemed to scatter to the ground.

Die me. Not only my fate, but my life must be threatened.

Reluctant to waste time, the girl quickly got up and knelt before someone.

"Sir, sorry. I was completely unintentional. I swear to God I didn't accidentally and I don't see if you're in front of me either."

Someone was still silent and did not respond to anything. Making Anastasya even more frightened, and rushed to pick up the scattered items.

Oh jesus. How's this.

The girl continued to pick up, unknowingly if someone had already squatted down to line herself up. And spontaneously the sturdy hand of a person gripped Anastasya's hand tightly which made the girl flinch.

He's really mad. Is he gonna hit me.

"Aren't you the girl at the supermarket?"

The soft voice of the man before him made Anastasya open the faint of his two neutrals.

Huh

"Hey, open your eyes. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

The words spoken from a man's lips slowly made a pair of Anastasya netra open.

"Sorry sir." Again Anastasya said.

The man clucked.

"Am I that old, until you call me sir?" The man in formal clothes expressed his dislike.

Netra Anastasya. He watches the face and appearance of a person closely.

Yes, he is young and very....

"Ehem, why?"

"No, I'm sorry, sir," replied the girl spontaneously lowered her head.

And also very handsome. Anastasya.

"Alright, I accept if you call me sir. At least ', not as sir." The smile on the man's lips was imprinted. While his gaze was fixed on Anastasya.

"Jawab my question first. Aren't you the girl who works at Xx Street Supermarket, right?"

Anastasya nodded in response.

"Then why are you here?" search for that handsome guy.

"I work sir."

"You work? And then at the supermarket?"

"The place is already on fire sir and the employees are forced to be laid off."

Oh fires. Yeah, that place burned down one day after I met you.

The man fell silent. But his gaze remained focused on this simple-looking girl before him.

Accidentally Anastasya glanced sideways. He gasped when he saw the perverted security guard still searching for his whereabouts.

Anastasya flinched, especially when the two's sight met. The perverted man had a chance to cheer up, before running small to chase after him.

Damnit.

Anastasya did not remain silent, he felt threatened. Soon he decided to run for cover, before the man could find him.

"Hey, wait." The handsome man was confused. Why was the girl even flushed when she just kept quiet and did not speak a word.

"Wait." He came running, trying to chase after Anastasya who was getting away.

"Hey, we haven't even gotten acquainted yet." Half-screaming, the young man still continued to chase.

Anastasya's small body made his movement easier, so it didn't take long to escape. Not from the young man, but from the perverted security guard who kept on intending to tease him.

"Hey what's your name. Please stop!" the man was half frustrated. He stopped the pace of the legs, choosing to stop when the body was no longer strong to run.

"I'm Rangga, what's your name? Hopefully next time, we can meet again," said the man named Rangga by bending his body and hunting breath, due to fatigue.

Seriate