Pursued Handsome Widow
Stalker

In a large house, a luxurious that should be filled with the sound of laughter laugh happiness by the residents, it looks different. There was only one person visible there, one person who became the legal owner of the house since the age of a few days ago even seventeen years old, the house his parents gave him on his behalf after he graduated from High School.

The legal owner of the mansion is Kyra Dwayne. The only daughter of Dirga Dwayne and Larasati, the daughter who was impressed was ignored by her parents.

"Miss, why aren't you eating the sarapanya? Doesn't it taste good?" a waiter asked Kyra who was pensively staring at the empty chair in front of her. Seats that if in another family will be filled by both parents, but not with it when both parents are busy with their respective lives and live in their new homes, respectively, ignoring Kyra who should be the center of their attention.

"No Bi, I'm just not hungry. Aunty can keep it back, you can have breakfast too! I have to go" Kyra got up from her seat leaving the dining room without waiting for an answer from her servant.

The waiter looked pityfully at Kyra. The girl he had seen since the age of nine now looked different from the one he had seen where he was always cheerful and smiling sincerely from himself. Now every smile that appears on Kyra's face will still show a smile covered with sadness and disappointment.

"Why are the mistress and master so heartless to ignore the princess as well as Kyra? Pity him," he muttered staring at Kyra's departure.

Kyra went into her room to change clothes. Her goal right now was somewhere that could make her feel like she had parents.

Kyra looked at her reflection in the mirror. Kyra is not really a cold girl, but the attitude of her parents that she considers to have been embarrassing makes Kyra's life change.

He would rather be outside the house than at home. When rich kids seem to like being in expensive restaurants or the Mall just for shopping or fun, but not with Kyra who always uses her money well. Despite being without attention and direct upbringing from her parents, Kyra is able to be a good girl in all respects.

Kyra smiled wryly looking at her reflection in the mirror, saying Kyra has it all. Money and perfection are in him, but there is one drawback that is not getting the attention of both parents.

Wearing Navi-colored long jeans, and a white tanktop covered by a sweater that was also white, using white sneakers and a sling bag, Kyra came out of her room to the exit of her house.

"Non Kyra's. Where's the lady going?" the waiter asked a small run after Kyra who had turned on her motorbike and ignored her two luxury cars given by her parents as gifts.

"I'm going to Wardah's place, Bi!" Kyra tells her purpose.

"Will Miss stay there?" ask the waiter, because Kyra often stays at Wardah's house, her former nanny who had stopped working and opened her own business.

The closeness of Kyra and Wardah's family is known to all servants including her parents, as only Wardah is almost always Kyra's destination other than her friends.

"If I don't go home, it means I'm staying there. Aunty take it easy, I can take care of myself" Kyra replied, wearing her helmet and then darting away from the house where the fence had been opened by the guards working there.

Half an hour later, Kyra arrived at her destination.

Kyra smiled at the middle-aged woman who was busy serving customers at her shop. Kyra got off her bike and walked up to her.

"Waalaikum... Ky." Wardah gently rubbed Kyra's head which was kissing the back of her hand. Little habit he often did, but made all the customers there smile amazed at Kyra's courtesy towards Wardah.

"Where's Father?" kira asked when she didn't see Wardah's husband there.

"Father is picking up Alfin" Wardah replied as he prepared the customer's order.

Kyra takes the apron she used to use and quickly helps Wardah, without any more rejection from Wardah who is used to the help of the beautiful girl.

"Please enjoy, Om, Aunt." Kyra graciously serves customer orders that are made fascinated by her.

It is rare to meet a beautiful girl of Kyra's age to help parents trade, but not Kyra, they judge Kyra to look perfect regardless of her physical perfection.

"Thank you pretty," said a customer who has been heard by Kyra who always responded with a smile that made people like her even more.

One thing that sometimes looks different from Kyra, being with Wardah. The girl again looked like her true self when she was with Wardah, a sincere smile, and everything seemed as sincere from her as when she was serving and being friendly to Wardah's shop customers.

"What is your relationship with the owner of the store? She looked so sincere and what she was when she was in that little tavern, she was really a different woman. You're getting interesting, the little girl with the mouth of a peadas" said one man who had followed Kyra and noticed Kyra's movements as Kyra walked out of her house.

Shaking in the man's pants pocket shifted his focus. He immediately answered the call from his friend.

"Where are you, Rey? We have a meeting together this afternoon" asked Sean across the street.

"I was outside, on the side of the road," Reyhan replied to Sean's call, which turned into a video call.

"Kyras? God, you're really being a stalker?" sean asks again when Reyhan points the camera at Kyra who is helping Wardah.

"No. Just happened to see her while going to the office," Reyhan replied lying out of place.

"Your offices and apartments don't go that way at all, stop denying. Just tell me you're being the stalker of that ABG girl. Supports you. If you really want to go after him, then just do it. No need to come to the office! Yes, the spirit of fighting! Remember not to be a pervert! He was a little boy" said Sean decided unilaterally call made Reyhan can only frown confused about the attitude of his best friend.

"What's wrong with her?" reyhan's mummy saved his phone back. Then he looked back at Kyra, smiling to himself staring in admiration at the little girl who had been teasing his mind for the past few days.