The Queen of the Night.

Meet Ivan

Ryan frees Tasya to leave. After looking at the file about Tasya, and make sure that all documents carried by Tasya are original.

"Until we meet Ana again, heart on the road" said Ryan sincerely.

"Tash .....T .... A .... S .... Y .... A .... Remember my name is Tasya not Ana!" tasya said while spelling his name letters.

"Ok, Tasya see you again!"

"Thank you sir ... ?"

"Forgot my name, when it was in the car we were already acquainted?" ryan asked and got a nod of his head from Tasya, indicating that he had forgotten..

"My name is Ryan Samudra, call me Ryan."

"Ok Mr. Ryan, thank you for all your help during my time here!"

"same. Are you going back to your country now?"

"Yes, I'm going home now. I left my grandfather too long ago. Maybe he's worried about me right now, and I'll thank you again for everything,"

"You're a guest in our country, as a good host. It's appropriate that we treat you well,"

"One more time thank you Mr. Ryan," said Tasya then passed from the front of Ryan.

"Same as Miss Tasya," said Ryan accompanied Tasya's steps to his steed.Tasya forwarded his iron horse to leave the police headquarters.

Of you .... Owner of a heart I never had

Who came as part of my life story

You I love, with all my heart

I always try to be as you ask

I know you actually know

But you choose as if you do not know

You're hiding my love

Behind the mask of your fake friendship

You made me a shadow

To accompany when you feel lonely

I've been following stories for years

Love itself. .... Love itself.....

Maybe love is no longer valuable

All free if you do not have any treasure*

Music flowed melodious from his earphones.

Ivan was carried away in his long daydream. Suddenly a vehicle passed in front of him at maximum speed. Instantly Ivan gasped from his long daydream.

"Si*al*and who would dare to pass through our territory without moral kek gini. Mo ngajak raphor tu man. Let's go after him. How dare he has disturbed our peace," he said full of anger.

Soon they chased the iron horse rider.

Tasya was still engrossed in the street. Suddenly his path was blocked by a group of young men.

Ckrieeett.... Tasya braked suddenly at the speed of his iron horse.

"Hey .... You, how dare you pass through our territory with as good as your udel," said Ivan memgebu.

"Now leave your vehicle, if you want to survive!"

"Please take it, if you can," said coldly.

"It turns out you're just a girl who has dared to disturb our tranquility!"

"What if I'm a girl. I'm not bothering you guys. If you feel disturbed. It wasn't my fault. It's your own fault why you were disturbed by my presence" Tasya said without opening his helmet. He was still perched on his iron horse. His attitude and soul had been ninety-nine percent vigilant over the possibility of anything that would happen. His fighting soul appeared instantly.

"Si*al*lan this chick, she dares to be with us!"

"Why should you also be afraid there. You're human I am too, forward all of you I'm not afraid of you," he replied aloud.

Ivan and his friends were getting emotional when they heard the girl's words. They attacked the girl simultaneously and blindly.

Elegantly Tasya received an attack from them, without getting off his vehicle.

But it made Tasya a little careless. When in the sense there is a chance his friend Ivan managed to pull the helmet worn by Ana.

Instantly her blonde hair was loosely spread, half covering her face. As Tasya pulled out the hair covering her face.

It was clearly seen by Ivan and his friends.

They were stunned, and stopped his attack on Tasya abruptly.

"Why not continue? I'm ready to handle you all at the same time!" he said while getting off his iron horse.

"Hey, why did you stop your action" said Tasya had put his horse back on.

"Why are you guys even dumb. If you want my iron horse. Then you have to fight back" Tasya said back in standby mode.

"Anaaa ..." said Ivan and his friend in unison.

"Goddessa .."

"Nrank ..." Is that really you?" ivan said when he realized whose face was behind the helmet.

"I'm not Ana .... I'm Tasya ...."

"Ana, you must be Ana ... Where have you been all this time An?" ivan asked, his tone has softened now. When he saw the face that had been in his mind. It's real in front of him now.

"Sorry sir. I'm Tasya not Ana. If our business is done. I want to get out of here" said Tasya and turned and set his foot on his steed again.

"Wait for An, don't go. You have no pity on your beloved brother. He was devastated when he found out what happened to you at that time," said Ivan stopped Tasya's pace.

"Sister Love, I don't know. Who is the sister of love?"

"You don't remember with Brother Love An. If you forget about us, no problem. But if you forget the sister of Love. You're outrageous An!" Hardik Ivan with a firm voice.

"Sorry, I have to get out of here."

"We won't let you go again!"

Ivan and his friends immediately surrounded Tasya.

"What do you want?" said Tasya beaver.

"We want to take you home An, go home to see Brother Love."

"Don't come near. Otherwise, I'll beat you up one by one!" His sweat.

"We don't want to hurt you An. Come home with us! well done."

"If I don't want to, what do you want?"

"Forced we'll force you with a little violence."

"Your outrageousness, how dare it be with women only. But I'm not afraid. Forward you. I'll face you all!"

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But who would have thought he was even interested in his friend's little girl.

The little girl who was difficult she got because she thought Steve had different beliefs, because since his mother died, Steve had followed her omens.

As they drew near, there was only a stumbling block from Steve's devotee

Can Steve have the love of that smelly kid?

Can the little one survive the storm sent by Steve worshipers?

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