Just Created For Me
THU*131

Seeing the many gazes of eyes that were hoping for his answer, Andra became nervous.

"How is the answer, prospective in-laws already love the green light, then when will Mas Andra propose to Mbak Fitri?."

Andra's throat was choking, a word he could not answer the question of the scientists.

His face looked piased with cold sweat starting to come out from the pores of his forehead.

"Have it, maybe he's still waiting for the right time to say it, next time I'll tell you when he's ready to propose to my daughter."

"But sir will you immediately trick if Mas Andra proposes to Mbak Fitri?"

The Minister smiled for sure and nodded.

"I'll definitely say 'Yes' only he can make my daughter happy."

Back a boisterous clap filled the room.

The atmosphere was calm again when the Minister ended the question and answer session with the media.

A satisfied smile rose from Fitri's face.

"Fit, I'm going home now, maybe you want to take off the kangen with your mom's dad."

Fitri pursed her lips, for the umpteenth time Andra asked for a break.

"Aren't you at home here, Ndra?."

"No Fit, I still have a lot of work, my Mommy can not handle boutiques and restaurants at once, pity her health has decreased."

"Alright Ndra, give my regards to your mommy."

Andra nodded then stepped into the living room to say goodbye to the two Fitri parents.

"Be careful Ndra, we are waiting for your official arrival" said the Minister made Andra's move restrained, a sentence that implies that they are waiting for Andra's arrival to propose Fitri officially.

With a wry smile Andra runs his car to the mansion, maybe the mommy has been waiting for him with various questions that he will throw for him.

Arriving at the Andra mansion headed straight to Maharami's room after the waiter informed him that his mommy was in shock with the news that had been circulating.

Shitt, how the news instantly spread, he swore in his heart.

Chequek.

Andra's gaze was fixed on her Mommy who was sitting with a gloomy face facing the window of her room.

"Mom.." call Andra Iirih.

The middle-aged woman turned her face a glance then looked back out the window.

A face-face that implies deep disappointment.

"We eat mom? Isn't Mommy not having lunch yet?" asked Andra Lirih, the waiter anxiously told him that Maharani had not had lunch.

Maharani shook his head.

"Oh Mom, mommy will be sick" persuaded Andra gently while rubbing the shoulders of the Maharani.

"What's Mommy's body hurting, just don't make your mommy's heart break" a cynical sentence came out of her trembling mouth.

"What does mommy mean?"

"You're still asking mommy, after so clear the news that was circulating about your engagement, you don't appreciate your mommy at all, you've hurt Zara, pity her."

"Mom listen first, the news is all lies, me and fitri there is no relationship, let alone fiancee, think about it I never mom."

"Then how this news can get around, even the Minister menginyakan if you will propose to his daughter later" recounted the cynical Maharani.

"Ehm I was the one who said not me Mom, at that time a lot of media crew, where maybe I said rejection, want to put where the face of the Minister later."

"Bodo very, want to put in the cake house, sold cake, mommy does not care about the Minister, who mommy thinks what if Zara knows this news son...he'll be very disappointed in you, he'll assume you've betrayed him."

"Ah how now the fate of Zara, I feel very sorry for the girl's hysterics" the Maharani's sobbing sounded softly.

"I have to go to the restaurant now and meet her Mom" Andra rushed out of the mansion.

"Explain to her everything, bring her here, Mommy wants to hug her."

"Okay Mom, your wish is my command" Andra replied loudly as she ran to her car.

Maharani smiled with satisfaction.

No one will replace Zara as his future son-in-law, as rich as the Minister, still his blessing only to Zara, the inner Maharani.

A few more minutes of work time is over, Andra drove his iron train to race against time.

His hands clenched the steering wheel hard when his call was not picked up by Zara.

"To, if the working hours are over, please take care of Zara, don't let her go home from the resto" Andra ordered his men.

"K why Den?" ask the man plainly.

"Aahh Lu have taken care of him, tell him not to go home first, if he means, Lu must stay near him if need sandra bagnya" said Andra firmly.

"B well Den, I will try" replied the doubtful willo.

"Hey if Zara leaves, Lu I fire.." Andra's scream on the other end of the phone makes Wanto keep his face away.

"Boss again trance times?"He monologued himself astonished at Andra's attitude.

"Who's the possessed Bang?" asked Zara who was not far from him and heard the innocent man's words.

"It's Non, Den Andra's indignantly indistinct."

"It's not clear how angry Bang is?"

"He told me to take care of Non Zara not to go home? He said Non should wait for him to come first."

"Why what?" zara asked with both eyebrows fused together.

He saw the cell phone in his bag and his mouth opened when there were five calls from Andra that were not lifted by him.

"What's going on, Bang, he called me?"

"No idea Non, anyway Non can not go home before Den Andra comes" Pinta Wanto began to panic.

"But I have urgent business Bang."

"Oh Non, please help me, I will be fired if Non goes before Den comes."

Zara breathed a heavy sigh, the employee who had one shift with her had all gone home, just the opposite shift that was in the restaurant.

Fortunately the park behind the restaurant was quite cool and quiet, and the sepoy breeze that hit his face made Zara's eyes feel heavy.

And in the garden chair finally his eyes closed, Wanto felt relieved to see the angel who must be in his guard was asleep with a sitting position leaning

He who was also tired was also closed in the chair next to Zara.

Both of them fell asleep without anyone daring to disturb.

"Wan how is it in.." Andra's breath stinged after running into the resto, worried his heart was immeasurable when he did not find Zara in his room.

But the panic disappeared immediately changed a sad heart, a calm face with eyes closed tightly with the position of the body leaning on a chair in the park restaurant.

"Haahh here you are apparently" said Andra Lirih.

And he glimpsed at the saint who was lying down in the chair next to Zara.

Slowly he approached the beautiful face that was calm in his sleep.

If I could enjoy your gentle face every day like this, my happiness is Ra, her mind is soft.