Just Created For Me
THU*114

Fitri opened her eyes after a bright sunlight broke through the window of her room.

Rushing he rose from his sleep, at the sight of a wall clock that was in the number eight.

Fitri long short, this morning he intends to go to the salon, he wants to look as attractive as possible, from the description of his men, Andra will take Zara to the city park later in the afternoon.

Meanwhile in the apartment, Zara was still in front of the glass observing the scars on her temples.

Somehow the Goddess was as sweet as it was when the wound on the temple of Zara was clearly visible.

"Ish Ra why isn't his scar gone? Kan Lu face so there is a pockmark" said the goddess as she rubbed the temple Zara.

"Ah later also said Wi, anyways why if on my face there is a scar is not too dangerous" replied Zara casually.

"Yes it's not a danger to Lu's life, but a danger to your career taplaaak."

"Auuch, why is it that Mala Lu pengket, ntar jidat I added donk dents" said Zara upset.

"Weii dodol ..emang nutmeg Elu pan, which to the bends can be dented."

"Yes then it's Wi, because our bodies are made by God, it must be hard to resist it, if the small wound gini mah enteeeng, rubbed putty will also be cross" said Zara honestly.

"Ish Elu tuh if he says he likes to ngeyel" Dewi mentoyor his best friend is anxious.

"Dah I'm leaving, hopefully Elu's date will be a successful afternoon bye" Zara replied to Dewi's wave.

Time went by quickly, and finally the afternoon arrived.

"Ra, I'm in the lobby downstairs" Andra said in a text message.

"okay."

With long steps, Zara stepped up to meet the idol.

A bright afternoon, as bright as the two men who were in love drunk.

Andra's left hand always held tightly to Zara's hand while the right hand held the steering wheel, although it invited danger he did not care, if now the angel of death would be willing even he, he was willing, origin is always with Zara, her inner self.

The atmosphere that is not the end of the week makes the City Park seem quiet, some traders who are shallow are empty of buyers.

The number of trees makes the park shady and cool, a small lake located near the road boundary also adds to the atmosphere of shahdu.

The park chairs were empty, there were only a few visitors who were enjoying the afternoon with their partners.

"We sit there Ra" Andra said, pointing to an empty chair in a corner of the park.

Zara also nodded.

Coincidentally not far from the chair there are traders rujak fruit.

"Where is Ra going" asked Andra who saw Zara move out of her chair.

"I want to buy it, sister, it seems fresh in sunny weather like this enjoy the fruit" replied Zara.

"Sit down, let me buy it for you" Andra led Zara to sit down and she stepped up to the fruit seller to buy it.

Zara looked at the entrance gate of the city park, several men with cameras ready to take aim, walking into the park.

Maybe there was a shooting ad, that's what Zara had in mind, then she lowered the hat so that her face was covered.

Apparently not only a few men who came, but now behind him are more reporters who are following the path of a beautiful and graceful girl.

Zara's chest rippled as she recognized the girl.

No other and no, the girl who was walking towards the fruit seller was Fitri, the daughter of the Minister.

Now that more and more visitors flock to the City Park, Fitri apparently deliberately informs reporters that she will meet with her future husband in the City Park.

News hunters who get good information, of course, do not want to lose the golden opportunity.

The atmosphere of the City Park that was once empty, now changed violently.

They flocked to the fruit seller where Andra was.

The feisty Fitri stepped towards the thief of his heart.

"F Fitri, why are you here, and why are there them" whispered Andra who looked Shock.

"I just happened to pass by and see you here, and they also happened to have just returned home covering a donation sharing event for orphans at my father's orphanage."

Andra was stunned for a moment, then she remembered that Zara was still in the chair.

He also combed the view in the direction where Zara had been sitting, but the bench was empty.

"Let's take Ndra between me to buy the snacks" said Fitri pointed to a tent stall of grilled sausage.

"T but Fit, I can't I.."

"Have a shitty fuck."

Andra did not wince as Fitri pulled her hand.

Where are you Ra, Andra cried in his heart as he occasionally turned his face to look for Zara's whereabouts.

Elsewhere, Zara managed to get out of the riots of the reporters and quickly headed to the exit of the Park.

"Non Zara, let's hurry in" someone's shout made Zara turn her gaze toward a black sedan parked on the side of the road.

"Manu...?" said Zara.

"Let's go in quickly" said the half-collar young man with a riled face.

Zara hesitated and looked at the crowd where Andra and Fitri were.

"Non Zara, let's hurry ..before those reporters know Miss is here."

Zara woke up from the daydream and rushed to Manu's car with a small run.

"Huuhh haahh" Zara held onto her chest, her breathing was hunting, she no longer thought who Manu really was, which she thought at the moment she should get away from the City Park.

Manu runs the car at high speed.

Forty-five minutes later, Manu parked his car next to Nardi's house.

"Where is this?" zara asked, hesitating to come down.

"This is my father's house, sorry Non I want to go back, Miss can go down first and wait in or in the car alone" said the young man calmly.

Aihh, there's-there's just, this precarious atmosphere uses everything, Zara thought.

Seeing the atmosphere of a simple house that looked beautiful, Zara finally went down.

He walked around the house and stopped at the side yard where the expanse of green vegetables was soothing to the eyes.

In a simple rattan chair he sat.

The breeze made his eyes feel heavy, and he fell asleep.

Manu smiled looking at it from behind the window behind Zara.

Apparently the reason for kebellet to the restroom is just a point.

Manu was quietly sitting in the back, they were only separated by a glass window bulkhead so Zara would not know if Manu was behind him.

"Hey you're doing..."

"St..." Nardi covered his mouth with his hand as Manu hinted so he wouldn't make a sound.

Nardi looked up at the window.

Beautiful face nan ayu middle asleep in her sleep, her face is so smooth, with a sharp nose and thin lips undulating.

His face reminded him of Gunawan.

"Is she Gunawan's daughter?" asked Nardi in a voice so quietly.

Manu nodded with his gaze still fixed on Zara.

Like enjoying the view from heaven at this time, Manu wanted to see as much as the face of the girl who captivated his heart.