The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

Reaffirmed

From outside the special room secretary zan looks ordinary.but the person who occupies this room is not mediocre.initially he was reading the report, but now he is struggling with his computer screen. it was easy for him to find out about someone. Anyone he could find out the profile of that person.

His hands were stopped as his eyes read a word.The company name and the name of a person there.His expression did not reflect his surprise, even seemed ordinary.

"so this" brings down those writings.

zan propped up his chin with his right hand.he had just discovered something he could think of about his female attitude yesterday.

he grabbed his pen and wrote something on blank paper and went back to reading the document.

a ring in his place.zan looked at him fixedly, he planned to give this ring as soon as possible, but he seemed to have to delay first.

zan stood up and came out carrying the report he had read. zan entered the presidential room without knocking on the door, rangga also certainly knew who it was.

"how?" tanya rangga put the ballpoint pen.

"what sir?" put the papers spelled rangga.

"woman" he answered quickly.

"it looks like they're enjoying their time, sir" standing as usual in front of the table.

"what are they talking about? it seems very exciting" grabbed the report paper that zan put.

"they talked about many things sir" observed the rangga who was reading the report paper, occasionally looking at him.

"let them" is seen reading the paper in his hand.

"good sir" stared at Lamat rangga without turning his eyes away.

"how are you with him?" his eyes are still reading.

"i went to his house last night"

Rangga nodded with eyes that were still staring at the paper.he just wanted to ask not to kepo with the rest.

"sir, may I postpone my intention?"

Rangga stopped reading, staring at zan. "why?" put the paper back.

"i'll do it when Miss Danita gives birth"

Rangga let out a rough breath, "it's true to hope that it's impossible for you" he murmured slowly staring in the other direction.

"there are still many that I can not leave master, which is my duty to look after you" caught the murmur of the rangga.

Rangga rubbed his face. "stop always put me zan"

zan did not budge, it was his promise to the late lord kino. zan was even more determined to delay his intention after papa kino left. his priority to rangga added to be-so.

"i'm not the first rangga that you should always keep" suppress his words.shaking what zan has said is very difficult even rangga not necessarily can.

"sa–"

"it's an order" he said suddenly not giving zan a chance to slip his words.

Zan is silent, this is an order he said.means zan must do. But his heart is still riled unsettled, he must chase a woman like before again. he was afraid that his supervision of the rangga was back as distracted as before.gratim zan was not too late at that time.

"papa really wants to see you happy zan" folded his hands on the table.

But zan's happiness is when he sees a happy rangga. how careless he thinks about it, why can he fall in love with rasya just with that accidental kiss? he began to doubt his own feelings.

Is this really love or just curiosity?.

secretary zan's head was filled with such questions, how did he really feel? do you really love Rasha? but why can it be so easy?. really dizzy when it comes to love.

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Zan came back to this house, he came at half-eight o'clock. did not want to be yelled at rasya again. Anyway he is still very worried about his feelings.then why is he here? to keep his promise.

"why are you always so sudden" the voice rang out in Zan's ear.

Rasya forgot. "follow fast" walk ahead of zan. rasya walk into the streets are a bit quiet but there are still people who walk there.

zan overtook rasya with a moderate pace but managed to equalize his path.

"where you going?" looking ahead while rolling up his shirt arms.

zan took off his suit and put it in the car.

"do not know" folded his hands. rasya wear hoodie and jeans.arguably rasya forget that zan will come here.even rasya wearing pajamas.

"uhuh?" looking fast.

Rasya snorted and turned.he said he did not know why he turned?.

it turns out they went to the park. there were two men there, apparently playing basketball.rasha sat on the park bench followed by Zan who was sitting next to him.

"why don't you just go in the house?" he looked at Rasha who was covering her head.

"it's okay" looked ahead.The two men were still playing.

zan was still paying attention to rasha, he knew why rasha was avoiding him from her house. Her skin was very clean.

"how can love appear at any time?" his eyes were completely unmoving from his race.

"can be" while rasha was still staring ahead.

"why can?" spread one hand across the chair.

"the color of love comes without permission and without seeing the situation" enjoying the breeze that befell his skin.

"if you're like that what's her name?"

"me?" look sideways and wrinkle his forehead.

"you have a lot of exes, so do you love him or not?" his words are a little unpleasant.

"what kind of question is that? ex-boyfriend who has become a former, I'm dating them of course I've loved them" he thinks that zan is very stupid about romance.

"loving but abandoned?" he said without sin and very lightly.

"have you shut up, make people rise in blood only" he murmured annoyed.bener did talk to zan that if not like a block of ice ya have to pull veins.

"why do people sometimes confuse whether they are in love or not?" continuing question.

"love comes invisible but can be felt, it could be someone is just not sure or something is pressing him" his voice sounded lazy.

"do you still believe in love after the abandonment of many men?" he knows if he said ugly in the heart of rasya?.

"you'll feel like you're in a cloud when you're in love to the point of forgetting your pain created by love" she glanced at zan a little. What exactly did zan ask her?.

"you may not realize you're in love yourself but when you're around someone you love you'll feel something different" he continued, looking sideways.

"like?" raised one eyebrow.

"would feel happy and comfortable being near her" she began to feel a bit strange with zan's gaze.

"why do I feel that now?"

now their gazes met with a distance of only a few inches.

"m–how do I know" looked back to the front.His cheeks were already heating up.

Rasya felt his nape grabbed and his head turned to the side. a chewy object touched his lips.he froze in place, his eyes did not blink.

It seems that Zan has now found the answer.

SERIATE

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