Liz Nadia's

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There was nothing interesting about the ceiling of the room, other than the dim round light hanging in the middle. But I don't know what makes Andromeda keep staring at him, as if someone is dancing there.

The sleeping pajamas had bandaged his body, ready to escort him to dreamland. But there was something else than usual in him. With both palms in the head support, the man may have gone mad. Smiling sometimes, and sometimes chuckling. Clearly, there was no one in the room with that masculine scent of hers.

"The woman ...," he muttered smiling wryly. "Doctor what's his mouth that noisy like that?" A moment to change his body position to the side. "I'm this handsome guy, he's pushing in the grass cart."

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Until ....

"No, no!" Spontaneously he sat down while shaking his head, trying to brush off what was controlling his mind at this time. "Why do I remember that woman?" he said he did not think. "No, this is not true."

He put both his feet on the floor. Grabbing his slippers and walking towards his study next door.

Turn on the lights of the room that is still one scope with his bedroom. He began to fill his favorite chair.

It had been two days since returning from Liz Nadiah's house, Andromeda seemed to be chased by the shadow of the girl. His movements, his pursed lips, and his chatter, made his brain work slightly deviated. His duties are even neglected because of it.

This time he tried to focus.

Opened that folded magic thing. Trying to do what he should be doing as the leader of the plant company he is working on. As his fingers begin to work, he completes a career he could not have represented to Sean, his personal assistant.

But only five minutes later Andromeda struggled, something strange surrounded his vision. The screen of the laptop suddenly changed the appearance to fried rice soy sauce made by Liz Nadiah. "Why did that fried rice show up on my laptop?" He rubbed his eyes for a moment. Opened it then .... "Now the shabby curtains of his room." Shaking his head to shake off whatever was filling his eye patch at the moment.

But it seems difficult. The shadow of the girl and her surroundings as long as she was in her house, the more soundly controlled her mind. "Aaaarrrgghhh!!" Andromeda shouted in frustration. Ruffled his hair, then banged his back against the back of the chair. "What's wrong with me?!" Both of his palms were draped over his entire face. "Can't I like it?"

"Young Master! What's up?!" The ringing cry of a knock on the door outside his room was quite a jerk to him.

With his mouth bulging and lazy turns of his eyes, he moved towards the origin of the knock. "What's up, Magda?" ask after the door.

"Young Master was yelling. What was? Is Moses sick again? Do I need to call Sean here?" Magda, Andromeda's domestic assistant, asked with an anxious face.

"No, I'm fine" said lightly Andromeda.

"But that was Mr. Mu-"

"I'm fine, Magda!" quick andromeda. "You go back to your room."

Magda was silent for a moment. Then it sounded a moment later. "Ou, okay. If there's anything, Young Master just call me."

"I know it!"

A moment before Magda, the door that had been closed again with a face ashen. "Basic, strange man. Obviously I heard him yelling, "he muttered annoyedly, then sauntered back to his room.

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Next day.

As usual, once a week, Andromeda would control his estate. And today is his allotment of controlling rubber plantations. He drove his car alone to the place, because Sean was first assigned to take care of other things.

For almost an hour Andromeda lived on the plantation. Looking, watching, and greeting warm dozens of workers who were busy tapping the sap from the towering rubber trees. He walked with a sedating look of his wife. Every now and then scraping his phone that Sean just bought two days ago, makes sure of something. Because his old phone was lost in the river when the fateful experience hit him.

Andromeda was quite satisfied. Everything is in good condition. And now he's busy back with his steering frame. Through the quiet country streets spoiled his eyesight. The road is only fit for one body of car and one motorcycle only. Until when two cars meet each other, one of them must be willing to step back and give up.

Looking at the peddlers, Andromeda thought suddenly drifting at something. He remembered Liz Nadiah's old bicycle.

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Nah! Not bike! Unless ... of course the bearer.

Not knowing how to respond to him, this time he acted to follow his heart. In front of the next fork in the road, Andromeda did not choose the road he should have traveled to return to the city center. However ....

The engine no longer roared. The contact key has been rotated to the off position. The car is now parked on the edge of the road, some distance from the Liz Nadiah residence. He still did not understand why he came to that place again. It might be true to follow the heart, but it was enough to make him riled up. In fact, for the past three days, he did not know the calm that he usually felt.

Liz Nadiah's influence .. really drove her crazy.

From a distance looks frenzied at the residence of the girl. As far as Andromeda's eyes were concerned, he was quite curious. What's up there?

Breaking the question, he got out of the car. Walk slowly like a stalker, approaching the area of Liz Nadiah's house. Sunglasses perched sweetly on his nose. A slick self-carrying, daubed all authority, emanated haughtily to form Andromeda.

The distance between himself and the simple house is getting smaller. Until without feeling, a pair of long legs have been resting on the altar of the simplicity of the courtyard of Liz Nadiah's house. It looks like this house is being renovated, andromeda saw a pile of building materials, as well as some men with dirty clothes typical of sand grains and mortar.

"Mr Adro!" An old man greeted, approaching towards him. "You want to see Miss Nadiah?"

Andromeda. Opening the glasses he then attached to the button restraints at the top end of his shirt. A smile is also a thin nod to show it as a fundamental welcome to a tattoo applied in him. "Ah, yes, sir."

"You so briefly I call."

Eh?

Instantly his face changed in surprise, realizing what he had just said.

Why did he answer the question of the Father?

But just as he was about to prevent, the old man had disappeared into the house of Liz Nadiah. Damnit damnit!!

Then how about ....

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He shut the door of his car hard from the inside, throwing something rough into the side seat of his wheel.

"Stupid! You idiot!" His head was poked on the steering frame, as if regretting something.

He really feels stupid.

Even the most foolish folly as long as he is able to stand.

It was clearly a cloudy expression of Liz Nadiah earlier, as she said .., "I came here .. umm .. to take my clothes that were left behind." Although it feels stiff, but the sentence is quite haughty. Although clearly it was made only as an excuse among his confusion, for coming back to that place.

The most ridiculous reason, of course!

He looked at the tote bag that stood next to him. The bag contained a set of clothes he was wearing when he was washed away.

The appearance of his face today may exceed the red of tomatoes cooked in his plantation.

Yes, an Andromeda with a high-class nature, asking back things that are no longer even useful to him?