Just Created For Me
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Zara looked sharply at Andra who was now walking towards her.

At the pull of Zara's hand which was in Irfan's grasp tightly.

Only then did Andra realize the reason why Zara asked him to take her to the minimarket, apparently he wanted to avoid the man dressing up the perlente.

And that man must have been the reason Zara didn't enter the lobby right away because she was there.

"Meet me, I'm her lover"Andra reached out to Irfan confidently.

Irfan stared at Zara sharply, looking for the real answer whether the man before them was Zara's lover.

"Let's go, baby, I'll take you upstairs"Andra lowered her hand because Irfan still did not welcome his words and then turned to withdraw Zara's hand.

They also stepped into the apartment lobby, several times Andra looked back but the man who refused to decide Zara was still behind and still looked at their departure.

"Ish why that guy there continues, there is no other work"Andra screeched, while Zara just looked from the corner of her eye.

Andra had to take Zara to the elevator.

Zara, who does not want Irfan to come back after him, tightens her grip on Andra's hand.

Andra who realized that was just a glance at Zara.

"Ra, is your business with him not done yet?"andra whispered without looking at Zara.

"We have no relationship anymore" Zara replied firmly.

"He keeps seeing us" Andra said in an annoyed tone, because even at the elevator door Irfan was still watching them.

"If you're busy, it's okay to go upstairs" Zara replied.

But Andra's heart felt unbearable to leave Zara while the man still looked at them with a suspicious look.

Andra felt Zara's hand turn cold, signaling her heart was being overwhelmed with anxiety.

"I'll take you to the apartment".

Andra said calmly.

The two entered the elevator with steps they made as calm as possible.

Andra's heart slipped as in the elevator room Zara let go of her grasp.

The apartment is not too big but looks clean and tidy, the furniture is arranged regularly.

Andra looks clumsy, the first time she was in a girl's apartment.

"Drink, this is all I have" Zara served a glass of orange juice.

Andra nodded slowly.

His gaze scanned around the room, for the size of a top model in the class of Zara, this apartment was quite simple.

"Sorry my place is narrow, this is also our two"

Zara's words suddenly make Andra nervous, because Zara caught him observing the situation in her apartment room.

"Ehmm I'm just curious about a girl's apartment, because this is the first time I'm in"Andra tried to compose a sentence so that her nervousness could not be read by Zara.

"I've only been here two months" Zara said.

"Ehhm deserved it"Andra unconsciously said softly, Diego does not know if Zara Zanita model idol lives in one building with him because Zara has only two months left.

"Ehm anu, it seems like this apartment has not much furniture" the original answer, out of Andra's mouth.

"I bought this apartment from a fellow model friend of mine, he moved abroad to continue his ideals to become an international model" Zara explained without Andra asking.

"Then why don't you go with your friend instead of living abroad will make it easier for you to grow in the modeling world?".

Zara shook her head slowly.

"I want to stay in the land of my birth, many memories I can't get anywhere else, I want to be happy and miserable in my own country".

Andra looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with a look, the glitter of a face that seemed to be a pent-up sadness.

Andra let out a long sigh, not wanting the girl in front of her to recall the time that made her sad.

"My mother died since I was a child, that's when I lived in the care of my grandmother, we both lived a life full of suffering, I struggled so hard so that my school did not drop out in the middle of the road, by being a washing worker or iron I live, just to buy books and school needs, to eat everyday was so difficult, even in the last days of grandmother, to be sure, I couldn't buy him medicine to cure his illness, while my father went with a rich woman, regardless of whether his son was starving or not".

Both of Zara's eyes are now dewy.

"It was my father who made my mother suffer, because of the rich woman's temptation, made me no longer care about us and finally left us both".

"Since that time, the mother slammed the bones to work to meet our needs, the elderly grandmother was forced to work as a masseuse, so that we could eat properly, he said, often I was bullied at school because of worn out uniforms, shoes and bags full of stitches" Zara continued the story with her eyes open, his memory seemed to be playing a film that was so imprinted in his heart.

"Who were you after your mom and grandma left?"Andra asked herself.

"I was living with a good man who wanted to keep me in his house, I was kicked out of the house because apparently my father had sold our only shelter, since then I've always fought alone, every week I always worked until night to raise money".

"Didn't you stay with someone who helped you?"

Zara nodded her head"They gave me a place to shelter and eat, but for the school money they couldn't help because they had some children who still needed money".

Glug.

Andra swallowed the bitter saliva, only this time she heard a story that was so heartbreaking and chest tight.

"Then how did you become the model you are today?"ask Andra curiously.

"Since high school, I worked at a fast food restaurant, and that's when a designer was interested in seeing me and offered me to show off his clothes, and maybe because they fit me, he said, his designer friends also wear my clothes to promote their work".

Andra Manggut-mangut began to understand.

Zara looked at the wall, it had been more than an hour Andra was in her apartment room.

Andra who realized that was also soon saying goodbye, although in fact there is still much she wants to ask the girl who is now her lover even though only the setting.

"I'm saying goodbye, I've been here long enough, maybe your ex is no longer in the lobby" Andra said.

"Irfan, his name is Irfan" Zara explained.

Andra nodded in understanding, then stepped towards the apartment door.

"Ehm oiya later tonight don't forget, I picked up maghrib"

Andra turned and reminded Zara not to forget her promise.

Zara nodded with a sweet smile.

What the hell, why did my heart suddenly thump, Andra patted her chest softly, making Zara link her eyebrows together.

"Why your chest?"zara asked in a panic.

"Ehm it's okay, maybe my asthma is relapsing" Andra's silly answer left Zara shocked.

Andra waved her hand before the elevator panel closed.

Zara now looks confused, yes time handsome guy rich can be sick asthma, inner Zara.