
"Eh, Lana.." sergeant Sasha.
"Well, Sasha, well I'll go to the bus terminal and you can pick me up there." cut Lana up quickly. Not without reason Sasha forbids lana to rent a car. Lana has crashed two cars in the near future.
"Na, you better go to my sister's office so you can leave together!" pinta Sasha with a slight plea.
"You crazy, huh?! Told me to go with your sister. Better get me in the lion's den!" reply Lana. Just looking at it, my body can limp, let alone get close to him, Lana's mind.
Sasha just laughed a little at the words of her little friend. Sasha also realizes that Lana has loved her brother, Hans, since childhood. However, Sasha had no idea how her brother felt to Lana. Is that the feeling of a sister to her sister or a man to woman! Sasha herself is also a layman for romance issues because she is too obsessed with pursuing her ideals as a famous designer.
Even he tried to make small parties and only intended for limited circles. The party is to look for investors or people who can make the brand he made soar.
"I just want you to come here safely, baby!" sasha said slowly. "Now fix your stuff and put it in your suitcase and tell your boss not to ask you to overtime on Friday, OK?" added Sasha.
"alright. I'll see you later." Lana tells Sasha and ends the phone. As soon as they stopped the phone, Lana cursed herself because she was so weak. Hans will tear himself apart and he knows it well. The man did not like it and never liked it. The man's attitude has grown increasingly hostile since Lana decided to move to the capital where the man works. In addition to the regret that came too late, because once he agreed to come to the plantation, it meant the weekend that Lana used to take a break, he said, it became a weekend to cook because the cook who worked on the plantation would run away because the old woman was very uncomfortable to be near Hans but she was very fond of the spoiled and sweet Sasha.
Not that Lana objected to cooking, but sometimes she just felt used.
Sasha knew that Lana would not reject him because she felt indebted to Alexander's family. When her parents, workers at the estate, drowned while on vacation at the beach. Both of her parents died then and there when Lana was almost seventeen years old. Hans was the one who cleaned things up and calmed down Lana who was still in shock. When Lana decides to go to business school, Hans delivers and pays the fee to Lana. Lana also goes home every holiday to the Alexander family plantation house and will help with any work there.
His life was so dependent on the Alexander family that he could not even imagine his life without them. But Hans has an ambiguous relationship with Lana. Sometimes the man behaves affectionately in his abusive way. But it seems that the man also hates Lana's presence and often teases her. All the treatment, Lana has received since the last year and often makes Lana confused where the fault lies.
Lana got up from the sofa and headed straight for her room to pack up. Forgetting Hans' hostility towards her for a moment. There was no point in thinking about all that because Hans was like a force of nature to be accepted, because it could not be controlled.
The bus terminal at the top is very crowded on weekends. The terminal there is arguably small when compared to the terminals in a big city. There are only small stalls selling small food and drinks. There is only one stall that sells heavy food and looks always full.
Lana was almost hunched over with her fairly heavy backpack and a suitcase bag whose wheels were slightly troubled in one of her hands. He looks tired dragging his suitcase. Lana looked around and looked for Sasha. The brunette would not be difficult to find because she was tall enough for a woman, and always wore something striking - usually from one of her lively designs.
But Lana did not find the tall, brown-haired figure. What Lana saw, and what made her stop her steps instantly was a charming tall man with his dark hair in a grey vest work suit. A man with field shoulders, slender hips and large feet wrapped in handmade leather boots. The man turned around, looked around and saw Lana.
Even from a distance, those deep, cold and light gray eyes looked incredible. So too with the figure of the man. But now what Lana saw from the figure of the man was anger. Lana stood in her place, pecking, it was as if he was facing a very poisonous cobra and waiting while the man approached him with his long, quick footsteps as he remembered from years of painful feuds. Lana's chin was raised and her eyes narrowed. His breathing felt as if he was preparing for battle.