Just Created For Me
THU*128

With a moderate flash, Andra drove the car to an apartment building where Gunawan allegedly lived with his assistant Manu.

Armed with the information obtained from his men, Andra now sits quietly in his car while observing the parking area.

It had been more than forty minutes he waited for Manu activities, but nil.

Only at the second hour did he finally see a figure who later entered the parking area.

From his tall posture and handsome face above the average, Manu is perfect to be a CEO or director, not just an ordinary assistant.

Seeing the wealth of his parents who have a lot of big business, it can be ascertained Manu can easily get it all, he said, but why he prefers to be an ordinary assistant and work with others.

Forty minutes drive, Manu finally pulled his car away in a simple house, from a distance of a stone, Andra continued to observe Manu's movements from inside his car.

No more than ten minutes Manu came back out and drove his car back.

"Do, Lu look for information about the house that is on the street xx non 22, find out who the owner of the house is" a message that Andra sent to his men.

Apparently Manu returned his car overtime to Gunawan's apartment with a package.

While Andra was forced to turn back his car after the mommy told him to go to the boutique because it was from the morning of his arrival in waiting by the daughter of the Minister.

Huh why in times like this ondel-ondel always mess me up, he said annoyed.

And sure enough, when he arrived at the boutique already a lot of media crew are waiting for his arrival.

"Hi Ndra, Auntie said you're on important business, so I'm waiting for you here" said a smiling Fitri.

Andra just smiled wryly.

"Ndra why didn't you come?"

"I have Fit business" Andra replied, the reporters did not stop shooting cameras at him.

"Fit, we'd better get out of here, I'm afraid a lot of buyers will cancel coming to the boutique after seeing a lot of reporters."

"Why is Ndra? Not that with the media, your boutique will become more famous."

Andra is grim in his heart, his mommy boutique does not need media crew to make it famous, his big name has become a guarantee to become a boutique with hundreds of millions of dollars earned every week, he said, also become a subscription for artists and officials.

Actually Andra was so reluctant to come to the boutique, but he felt bad for the mommy because of Fitri, his boutique became boisterous with many journalists.

Maybe even the employees were secretly disturbed by their existence.

"Where are we going Ndra? " ask Fitri enthusiastically.

"We're going to my restaurant" Zara's on vacation right now, so the restaurant is a safe place for her.

Fitri nodded happily.

"But don't take them."

Andra looked at the media who were ready to follow her.

Fitri nodded lethargicly, he was eager to report the news of his nearness to Andra, so there was no hope for another girl who thought of having her man.

Although the feeling of arrogance in the heart, Fitri could not show it in front of Andra, he wanted to always appear as a perfect woman who was always warm and loving when with Andra.

Forced he forbade the reporters to follow him, because Andra had threatened if there were still reporters following behind them then Andra would leave Fitri.

Fitri went down to follow Andra into his large restaurant, nodding employees he responded with a perfunctory, thin smile sweetest even though his heart kept a sense of annoyance.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Wanto.

"Ask him" answered ketus Andra, lazy to follow the wishes of Fitri who always has a variety of commands and prohibitions.

The innocent man could only scratch his non-itchy head, then he stepped into the room where the chaotic queen was sitting coolly with the gadget in his hands.

Maybe a happy mood, making Fitri this time did not ask for a variety of foods.

Vegetable salad and mixed fruit juice, be the choice.

"Ndra tomorrow my father's home" said Fitri excited because his father's return was accelerated.

Andra just looked flat, nothing special to her.

"Tomorrow I'll pick them up Ndra" whined Fitri.

"But I work Fit" elak Andra, although he knows for sure the reason is meaningless for Fitri.

"Anyway I pick you up at ten" Fitri said confidently, he was used to doing things without rejection.

Fitri eats with an occasional selfie with Andra beside him, then sends the father so that their closeness is more blessed.

"Let's go home Fit" asked Andra spontaneously, making Fitri stunned.

"You have the heart to throw me out Ndra" asked Fitri in disbelief.

"A..b. .not so Fit, it means let's go home look at the cloudy weather, maybe soon it rains" elak Andra nervous.

"Ah I still want to stay here, the rain will make the atmosphere more bitter."

Andra could not do anything else, many reasons made for Fitri to come home soon but it turns out the girl was still at home with him.

"Why you, Sii Ndra? What's bothering you?" ask Fitri wonder.

Andra looked restless and unsettled even sitting always looking at the clock on her wrist.

"I was just bored at the Fit resto." Andra explained briefly.

"Where else are you taking me?"

Glug.

Like a boomerang that now turned to attack him, Andra instead of being separated from the snare of Fitri, even now the tighter he trapped his net.

Andra scratched her un-itchy head.

"Ehm I don't know, actually I'm a little unwell, my head is a little dizzy" finally Andra's ultimate move out, indeed the lack of sleep duration last night made his head feel heavy.

"Well, are we going to Ndra's hospital?" ask Fitri worriedly.

"Don't just have regular dizziness, a short break will also heal."

Andra is not the type of person who is excited with only a little dizziness in his head and not all pain should be resolved in the hospital.

Andra's attention was slightly shifted when the notification message from his men appeared on the phone screen.

"Sorry Fit me to go back for a while" said Andra then stepped into the resto.

Chequek.

Not wanting anyone to eavesdrop on her conversation, Andra locked her room tight.

"How's Do?"

"The owner of the house is just an ordinary farmer Boss."

"You mean?"

"He's a farmer who grows vegetables in his garden."

"Then" Andra was impatient with Do's convoluted explanation.

"He was an ordinary farmer, but the house was apparently often the place where Guanwan stopped and even spent time in the old barn."

Both Andra's eyebrows furrowed.

Surely the owner of the house has a close relationship with Mr. Gunawan, where maybe a wealthy businessman would stop by and even spend his days in an old house that reot and looks weathered at eating age, the Inner Word of Andra