The Tippingback of Rania's World
Episode 51 - You know, Anjani also knows?

"Ckk, where the hell is Mikko going?" the tip of Qiandra's toes tapped on the floor. His eyeballs were staring back and forth at the phone screen restlessly.

Geck... Geck...

"Excuse me, Miss," said Sania.

"Hmm?"

Sania lowered her head. It seems that his master cannot be disturbed.

"What's wrong? Just say it," Qiandra asked impatiently.

"The head of the summer show fashion team asked, has Miss chosen a model for the activity?" sania report.

"Models? Has the chairman been replaced? Why should I think of such things?" qiandra Protest.

"Yes, Miss. For design, material, and color selection issues have been decided by the team. But the issue of model selection is still left to Miss."

"Duh, it's a real hassle. Can't they just decide?"

"Is Miss no longer interested in being a good designer?" Sania asked back.

"Well... I'm not interested anymore. But just lazy to meet that 'Great Lady Sok Know'," replied Qiandra.

"So what now?" Sania slightly urged Qiandra to make a decision.

"I have to look at the design they chose. I can just define the model. Did they send it to me?"

"No, Miss. Nanri I will convey to Tuam Sigmon, to be sent to Miss's email immediately," said the assistant before resigning.

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“Thanks really Anjani, I can already work here,” said Rania.

“Eits, who says you can work at my restaurant,” replied Anjani. He put on a sangar face.

“Loh, but fill your We-A?” Rania's heart is a little faint, “What else is this? I got bullied again?” thought.

"You're here to teach me olympic preparation. Relax, the fee is the same as other professional tutors. How's it? Wants, right?" anjani. He did not want to linger on his friend and create misunderstandings.

"You know, anyway... But are you sure you want to teach me? Do you have a lot of private lessons with other more experienced teachers or tutors?" Rania.

"A lot of people, anyway. But I'm comfortable learning the same as people who already know close. And I believe in you." The look in Anjani's eyes showed that he wasn't lying.

There was no reason for Rania to refuse. Right now he needs a large enough capital in a fast time to investigate all these oddities. For starters, he will investigate the email 'Rania Putri'. It seems there are a lot of clues.

According to Rania, this is not just an accident and loss of ordinary memories. It seemed like someone had disappeared, and he had replaced that position as well.

But how exactly did it happen? Especially after Mikko showed a photo of her young mother while holding a beautiful brownish-black-haired baby with blue eyes. Obviously it's not the Qiandra.

"Oh, yes. Your novel on the app isn't updated anymore? Your contract is up, right? It's not over, is it?" chirps Anjani. His fingers wrote algal reproduction charts in his exercise book.

"Eh?" rania. "Anjani also knew that I was writing a novel? I think he only knows that I'm a housekeeper" Rania thought.

"If this is what's the discussion?" tanya Anjani broke Rania's mind.

"Hey Anjani, what else do you know about me other than novels and house assistants?" ask Rania.

"Huh?" anjani's response was confused.

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"Hello, Qian."

"O, ow... Sorry Miss. I was busy again" said Mikko. He stopped his drive when he saw the traffic light turn red.

"Alah bo'ong. Tell me again mabar with your gang," said Qiandra.

"Kok he can tell, anyway? He's a spy, huh? Is this how it feels to be scolded by a possessive boyfriend?" Mikko dissolved in her daydream.

"Haloooo's... What's dead, what's the bell, huh?" exclaim Qiandra.

"Yes... Bawel very, Neng. Rich mom drags her son home. What the hell was looking for me? Kangen, huh?"

"Damn! I have long made the sacrifice also nih people, "saddened Qiandra. "Where did Rania's response look at the photo I sent?"

"Ah... He was a little surprised. But I didn't know she was so scared. Why, anyway? Is that really a picture of him?" Mikko.

"No, lah. That's an editan photo. In this house there is absolutely no trace of him" Qiandra replied.

"Keep, how can you accuse him of being your mother's son?" mikko said she didn't understand. Is there anyone who wants to open their own family disgrace like that?

"He used to admit that to me. Right now, my grandfather doesn't admit that I'm his granddaughter, and instead remembers Rania. Although the evidence does not exist," said Qiandra.

"Well, when did he say that thing was like you?" Mikko turned his wheel to the right. Entering the housing complex.

"Old time, anyway. That time at school. In front of our gangs each one anyway."

"But if I think about it, nih. Look is Rania who looks more like your Mama Papa. His eyes, his skin and hair color, his nose... Yeah, no, anyway?" ceplos Mikko's.

"yes too. Only my hair is shaggy in this family. Why didn't I think about it a long time ago, huh? L'm... Not a picker, is it?" worry about that sweet girl.

"Qian's? Huh hello? You're angry, aren't you? Sorry, deh. I didn't mean to offend you," Mikko said feeling guilty. He had not heard the answer from across the street since.

"No. I'm not angry, really," said Qiandra slowly. Secretly his eyes began to get wet.

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"Remain unnecessary? Afternoon gini hard to find angkot from here? If the ojek message online, the cost must be very expensive," asked Anjani.

"It's okay. I can walk a little bit there and then take the city bus" replied Rania casually. In fact he was just stalling back home, in order to find out a lot about the 'Rania Princess'.

"Be careful, yes," Anjani said. "Oh, yes. I do not know why you are looking for a job, even though you have been busy with school activities and helping your mother work. If there is a problem, just tell me" continued the girl of Indian descent.

"No problem, really. I just wanted to buy something, but I didn't want to bother my parents" Rania said.

"Keep your question, about how well do I know you?" ask Anjani again.

"Next time I tell you, huh. Yes already. I'll go home first. It's a kesorean." Rania waved her hand while winking one eye.

Accompanied by the twilight sun and fine dust that dotted the streets of the city this afternoon, Rania stepped foot towards the nearest stop.

"Ro."

Rania's sleepiness disappeared instantly, as someone patted her shoulder. He looked carefully, "It's not hypnosis, is it?" figured

"Yes, God. Rania... Apparently you're still alive. I don't think I'll see you again forever?" a woman the age of a college boy looked at Rania with teary eyes.

"Who?" rania was confused.

(Connected)

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