Just Created For Me
THU* 147

Andra took a deep breath, explaining the untrue news about her to others, not important at all to her benefit.

Zara was the first to hear all the truth about him.

Let people think badly of her, but the only thing she worries about, she fears Zara will doubt her true feelings.

"Mom, maybe I'll sleep in the apartment for a few days" he sent a message to Mommy.

"Dear, solve your problems well, do not let Zara get hurt again, Mommy believes in you, take care of your health, do not forget to eat and do not be too late you sleep" said Maharani.

"Ready mom."

Andra walked out of the city park without caring for Manu who was still wondering, from where he could get all the important information himself.

Even Gunawan who had so many men did not realize that Manu was the son of a wealthy businessman in the city, the violent brawl that caused his head severe injuries made it one of the ways to tell the lie that part of his memory had been lost.

With anger rising in his chest, Andra drove the motor to the Fitri residence, already wet head, no matter the anger and disappointment he would get from the Minister later, he said, Andra just wanted Fitri to immediately give clarification about the fake news to the media.

Naming the gatekeeper's head ignored Andra, he did not reduce the speed of his motor when entering the gate.

Even the halauan of one of the guards he ignored.

In front of the door of the magnificent house Andra parked his motorbike.

"Mas Andra wait" shouted one of the guards as Andra stepped towards the door.

"What's up" asked Andra cynically.

"Sorry Mas, the same father Mother and Non Fitri had left this morning to S, maybe two new days they will go home" explained the guard kindly.

"Fuck you.." Andra said but still caught by the ears of the guard.

"What Mas?" he doesn't believe his hearing.

"Ah no sir, then I just say goodbye" Andra said and left.

Apparently Fitri deliberately wanted to destroy his relationship with Zara, by spreading fake news and even the surveillance camera footage he edited in such a way, that he seemed to embrace Fitri so affectionately.

Andra shook her head, not believing Fitri could do that slick.

Andra's feelings of anxiety are not much different from what the Goddess feels today.

Zara's gloomy face was clear from this morning, despite her very bad mood, Zara remained professional, by continuing to follow the casting activities with a cheerful face.

"Ra.." call the Goddess down at rest.

"Heum."

"Maybe the shooting schedule will be longer" said Dewi doubtful.

Zara's mood is not good, where maybe he wants to extend his time staying at the villa, the Inner Goddess.

"Nothing Wi, don't we have to be professionals, we've been treated very well by them, so it's appropriate that we repay their kindness too right?" ask Zara.

The goddess looked at her best friend in disbelief.

"Really, don't you mind us staying here again? They want to shoot when the morning fog covers the hill ahead, and it is expected that tomorrow morning the fog will be thick and in accordance with the wishes of our clients" he explained.

Zara nodded her head in understanding, half of her heart was grateful, at this time she really wanted to give a little distance to Andra, tight chest when she saw the lover hugging another girl.

He wants to calm his heart, somehow if they meet again when the hot news is now widespread.

Zara can save both her feelings if she does not meet Andra but somehow when they meet later.

At this time Zara could not see if the news was true or just the actions of the media.

He knew Andra was always honest with him, but the news that circulated made half his heart restless and confused.

Due to his return in retreat, Zara entered his room, laying down on the bed and calming his heart.

But one call held back his steps.

"Miss Zara" called the voice.

"Yes.."

A middle-aged man with his body bent handed him a box of parcels.

"Please Miss both enjoy the special parcel, which we specially ordered from s country for you" said the man.

"Oh, thank you, sir."

Said Zara and the goddess, then the two looked at each other and looked at the beautiful package in Zara's hands.

"Lu open the Wi, I'm scared."

The goddess throbbed and opened it slowly.

His eyes are perfectly round.

"Dark chocolat .ohh my. muaacch muaach" Zara hugged and kissed her with her favorite food.

The delivery man also smiled happily.

While Dewi pouted and moved her lips, she did not like the bitter chocolate on her tongue, she liked the sweet chocolate, although it has thousands of times the calories but Dewi really like.

"Sorry, for Non-Dewi, there is also sweet chocolate in other packages" said the man was friendly.

The goddess immediately seized the parcel in Zara's hands and opened the entire box.

A wide grin rose from his mouth as several chocolate bars fell over.

The two laughed happily, tonight they will enjoy the food of the moodbooster generator.

The goddess excitedly closed the door after the brown delivery man said goodbye.

In the heart of Dewi there is a little sense of wonder, they are so attentive to what Zara needs, even providing food and drinks Zara's favorite.

Meanwhile Gunawan was looking at the camera footage that was installed in the brown delivery man's shirt to the villa where Zara was, next to him Nardi sat quietly to watch the video recording.

His eyes looked teary, Zara looked so happy when she saw the dark chocolate he gave her.

The adult man shed tears, the longing he had kept so tormenting him, with Manu's ingenuity he finally had a way to see his daughter even though not directly.

You grew up well, son, he said.

Zara's face is so similar to Nita's late wife who he loved so much.

As if Gunawan saw Nita in his teens.

"I'm sorry for hurting you guys, I'm sorry your father, son, we'll live happily together" Gunawan's voice shuddered softly.

"Father will protect you with the soul of the body Father, we will be together forever son, I miss you very much Zara..huu huu huu huu" a heart-wrenching cry sounded, his body that began to stretch with a face that began to wrinkle, it was tragic Gunawan looks.

His sturdy body cannot withstand the grief of his heart, hard-hearted finally defeated by a father's longing for a daughter who is very loved.

Similarly, with a different generation of men who were in his room, Andra who heard Gunawan's cries through the footage posted at Nardi's house looked gloomy.

"I'll soon see you back."