Don't Call My Name
Basic Mode!

“Ya, hello ..” greet Grace first after she attaches the phone to her ear.

“Is this really Zara's manager number?” ask the voice of the man from across.

“Betul, who is this?”

“My name is Rayyan, Brother. The guy who drove Zara home before you came to pick her up. Zara certainly knows that,” explained Rayyan clearly so as not to cause misunderstandings, “how can I talk to Zara?”

“Can, this person is near me,” replied Grace.

“Ya, right. Rayyan the man who ran me earlier,” whispered Zara adding to Grace's confidence which was responded with a nod of the head.

“Talk you to him,” Grace said.

“Ray?” said Zara greeted him first, “thank you for securing my phone. Do we meet tomorrow?”

“Can. Where do you want to meet? What time?”

“As far as you are. My schedule tomorrow is not too busy. But earlier I apologized for again I trouble you.”

“No papa, tomorrow I share the location.”

After the call closed, Zara smiled to Grace, “He is very handsome. Let me just meet him.”

Grace rolled her eyeballs and pursed her lips. It's not unusual for Zara to praise a man. During this time he was approached by many men, either really or just a social climb against him. But it was never responded to for fear of being taken seriously. The contract forbade her to marry, except for dating. The last time he was dating, it was three years ago before getting into the management of the artist now who is shading his name.

“Who knows a soul mate, yes, right?” Zara did not mean it, she was just joking. But who would have thought even got a lecture from Grace that forbids her not to fall in love easily.

“Don't baper and don't be easy hearted as men. Make sure first, anyone has or does not? Let's not be disappointed later. You also as a public figure must be extra careful, afraid of being accused of being an actor,” said Grace at length, “kaga greeting, keep your authority and actions so as not to arise prejudice. The world of entertainment is very vulnerable, we must be clever in speaking so as not to appear strange gossip again.”

Like a buffalo in his nose, Zara nodded and obeyed all the words of his manager, because he was the one whom Zara believed the most at the moment.

The next day, Zara headed to the location where Rayyan had promised. Namely in a strategic Cafe located opposite the SPBU exactly. And he found the man there with his three friends. They may be holding a discussion or meeting.

His arrival was also the center of attention. She was the clearest person among the other women—more with her status. So that the people near Rayyan also looked at him. Here with Rayyan as well, but the man only smiled at a glance and seemed not to care much. Yeah, he's the only guy who ignores him when everyone admires his face, even women!

“Looks like he has a disorder,” murmured Zara which later even makes him more curious about this figure.

Not wanting to interfere with their activities, Zara was forced to sit waiting while ordering her own coffee. Sometimes he receives people approaching and asks to take a picture with him.

‘On social media only you guys bar-bar. But if you meet like this you take me a photo together. Basic Detergent!’ maki Zara in her heart. Nevertheless, he remained patient and friendly when facing them. Because they do not want to be labeled as arrogant artists. Netizens are always right and do not want to understand or understand the human side.

Moments later, after Rayyan's colleagues left, Rayyan approached her and gave her the phone she left yesterday, “Sorry made you wait too long.”

“Sama-sama, Brother. Then I go first,” said Rayyan can not linger forward looking for fear of his maleness rose to see white shoulders and smooth open. Because the top model that Zara wears, just expose the shoulder. Moreover, Zara's body was very dense and contained. That adds more points. Okay, these clothes will be different if the only one wearing is an ordinary person, Rayyan's inner praising the girl. All ages, only this time did he see a beauty like this firsthand. All the women he had ever known, none were as beautiful as him.

“Ya, once again thank you,” said Zara once again, “but, was there a phone last night coming in here?”

“It looks like there is, but I let it because the item is not mine.”

‘Yeah, that's just your response?’

Zara stood up and replied, “Ok. I also want to immediately unplug.”

Rayyan nodded. He allows Zara to get out first before herself who also wants to go to her own car.

But before he actually entered, in front of the car, he saw Zara immediately surrounded by many people who asked for photos roughly to push her body. Zara also had a chance to scream because there were people who were almost rude to her.

Rayyan who saw it immediately ran over and helped get rid of the bodies of humans do not know themselves—and reflex pulled Zara's hand into his car that position much closer. I don't know what prompted him to do that. His worry just arises.

In the car, Rayyan sees Zara's eyes glazed over as too shocked to be treated like that by an unknown person.

“Why do you always travel alone?” rayyan asked, looking to the side, “at least you brought a driver, at least to protect you if it happens like this again.

“I asked to go alone.”

Not unable to pay, Zara is indeed lazy to use the services of a driver again. Because he can go home at any time and the time is uncertain. He has employed drivers many times and, on average, cannot work on him for longer. Zara was afraid that others thought she was a cruel master or something. And when traveling far out of town, Zara is used to using public transportation. This girl has been used to being independent since childhood because of the circumstances that forced her.

“To avoid such an incident, I will take you home first. Later you can tell people to take your car,” said Rayyan finally decided for the good of this girl.

Zara nodded. He lowered his head and closed his eyes from feeling very embarrassed and of course not tasty because again it should be a hassle of one person beside him. A few moments later, he felt a warm feeling in his body. A jacket covers from his shoulder to the bottom. Zara found out after she slightly looked up and opened her eyes.

“That's my jacket. Bring it and you wear it until you get into the house,”, Rayyan said after capturing a full face Zara asked him, “if you can not close the aura perfectly, at least wear more polite clothes so as not to invite the orgasm of every man who saw it.”

“What includes you too?” Zara.

“I told you earlier, every man,” replied Rayyan clarifying her own sentence.

“Thank God, means you are normal,” Zara smiled, “sorry I was just kidding...”.

“The less normal is your manager.”

Zara chuckled even more, “Yes, she did turn a bit. Please understand.”