The Queen of the Night.

Figure Introduction.

My name is Anastasia. Commonly called Ana. My height is 170 cm, with a weight of 47 kg. I am currently 21 years old. My hair is long tinged to emasaan. Because of the color of my hair sometimes I feel inferior. Sometimes I change it to black. Just like the hair color of other native women. If I cut often, then the original hair color will return to how it was. When that happens, I'll bleach it black again.

Since I can ride an iron horse. The results of self-taught learning without anyone teaching are only capital of courage and most importantly, Nekad.😁

I like to go wild racing. The stunning, and fantastic betting results became my motivation to follow the event. With the result of winning the race, I could buy a tiny house in the suburbs of the capital. To the sister of Love, the person who has contributed to my life.

House in the suburbs is cheaper than the price of the house in the city. I promised Brother Cinta, if I win again, and get more sustenance, then I will buy another house for sister Cinta even bigger, then, and the location is in the city. But sister Love refused her. He said it is better to live in the suburbs, because the weather is cool and the atmosphere is calm because of its location which is almost close to the countryside. There are still many shady trees. Unlike in the city, the noisy atmosphere will sound from the exhaust of vehicles passing by. Pollution where where. The air and hot weather always adorn the capital.

I was raised by my foster brother named Love. He who found me in a mud pit, in the middle of a silent night, in the midst of a torrential rain. My tiny body she clutches in her warm embrace. To this day. My love always called him. He protected me from the rain and the storm, took care of me, raised me with love as his name implies and sincere affection.

My age is different from my 9-year-old sister. By the time I was discovered by him he had just stepped into his teenage years. Love is like me, we have no family, we live on the streets. He told me that he had been left in an orphanage. But due to the harsh life of the parlour, and the cruel mother of the parlour, he eventually escaped from the parlour he lived in.

Not all of life in the home is fun. There are sometimes irresponsible people who do evil. But not everything. It's just that maybe the fate and fortune of the ugly brother of Love, so he gets a cruel mother's home. Because it feels tormented finally brother love run away from the parlor. And on that very night Brother Love found me.

Brother Love gave me the name Anastasia because on my neck there is a necklace that forms the word Anastasia. Because the necklace finally brother Love gave me the name Anastasia.

Brother Love gave me life. He worked hard to support me. Sometimes he became a dishwasher at the restaurant, while carrying my tiny body. Sometimes he also bushes on the side of the road. Selling support, and others. Whatever he does is important. If we sleep at night in a house of worship that is already deserted. Or in the emperor shop. If it's noon we start to leave and start our routine activities again.

Years changed when sister Cinta with patience and love raised me.

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I stared at the dark night sky. Before I go home

I put my iron horse on the highway splitting the pitch black night leaving the city park that was never empty of living creatures and supernatural😁 creatures.

My iron horse is speeding at an above average speed, because I want to go home soon. My iron horse kesayanga after the feet of Love, of course, is also the result of winning bets.

I have to get home soon, otherwise Brother Love will nag and lecture me for hours.. It could get hot in my ears. Ah, sister Cinta by remembering your name just wants me to feel like I'm coming home soon, and hugging your tiny body.

"Sister Love, I'm coming." I said in my heart as I continued my iron horse. Swerving in the quiet streets.

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"Where are you from?" A voice shocked Anastasia, as she increased her steps as slowly as possible entering their tiny residence.

"He.. .He's... He's.... Brother, haven't you slept yet?" Ask her innocently.

"He... He's... Ordinary abis kak am racing friends." Ana replied with a grin showing her rows of white teeth.

"Sister said, you don't have to go to wild racing anymore. Malem malem. What if there is a police patrol? I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Only you have a sister." Say Brother Love with a stammer. A drop of clear crystal glides beautifully from its clear netra.

"I'm sorry brother. Brother, don't be sad. Ana Promises, Ana will try to stop racing wild again." Said Ana while embracing her little sister's body into her warm embrace. "But no promise, brother, if the gift is comforting." Ana monologued in her heart while smiling devil.

"Why are you smiling like that." Inadvertently Netra Cinta caught the devil's sister's smile. "No, you must be planning something. Aye right? You promised too much brother. Yesterday you said that too, mo berti went racing wild. But what is it, again and again you repeat again. Your promise is in your mouth only and only for now. I forgot it again tomorrow." Say Love, while tapping the ears of the sister who never wanted to hear his advice to stop racing wild.

"Oh brother, earache sucker." Said Ana while grimacing with the pain of the sister's jeweran.

"That's a kiss to the ear that never wants to hear advice from your sister." Say Cinta again wants to lick the ears of the sister with anxiety.

"Eit... Forgive sis... Not anymore brother. My ears will fall out again. Wanted to have a pretty dick but no ears." Said Ana while putting both of her hands on both of her ears. So that Love can't pick out her ears anymore.

"You must promise with truth the promise, and not repeat it again. Understood!" Say Love with fire.

"Asiaap brother. Ana promise, Ana won't be racing wild again. But it's gonna be real racing." Said Ana, making the brother's eyes glare.

"What are you saying, mo racing really?" Ask Love in surprise.

"Hooh, mo took part in official racing, kayaking in Sentul, or in Dakkar." Answer Ana origin.

"can't. There is no race race anymore. Ok... The point.... No debate." Love then passes from before the sister

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