
"Sttts... They're leaving" whispered Rania.
The blue-colored eyeballs belonging to the crossbred girl continued to follow their target. His palm was placed in front of his face, so that no one would recognize him.
Hm... Instead, it even more attracted the attention of people around him.
"Judek. I followed them while pretending to pay. You take care, yes," replied Lingga. He sipped his drink, which was only a quarter of a glass.
Suddenly...
"You guys...?"
"Well..." Lingga and Rania were both shocked. Rania even felt her heart was almost out of place.
"Wilda?" sahut Ringga's.
"How are you? I haven't seen you two in a long time" replied a little woman called Wilda. It looks like it's the same age as the Ringga.
"Danish... I thought I thought of the Qiandra earlier," Inner Rania. His heart is not back to normal. His eyes looked for the figures of the two people he suspected among the crowd of visitors.
"Yes... We have our own busyness" replied Ringga briefly.
"Ah... That's so... So, how-"
"Emmm... Sorry, Nir. We're busy. We continue to talk sometime," cut off the Ringga. He sees Rania getting upset at losing both of her targets.
"Oh, so. Alright... But if I wanted to talk to Edlyn Rania Austeen, would you still want to go?" Nirmala raised her eyebrows. Both of his arms he folded in front in front of his chest.
The deg! Rania's heart was racing. For a long time no one had called him that. Who her?
"Where?" ask Ringga with body language.
"Yes, here you are" replied Rania with an eye gesture.
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"So, can you explain what you said?" said Ringga.
Ringga and Rania agree to invite Wilda to move places. Using a different car, they went to a culinary center area.
They are looking for a place that no one suspects.
And here they are now, in a wooden chair a five-footer that sells egg crust and a typical betawi beer pitcher.
"What is my guarantee? What if you're just using me?" Wilda was very vigilant.
"Bright... Really ribet, anyway. You were the first one to talk. It's not clear," said Redga upset.
"This is it, deh. We make a deal. Signature on the seal. But let us record all your words. You can lie," suggested Ringga later.
"Deal" said Wilda without a second thought.
Moments later, after the impromptu contract letter was signed.
"Others you waiting for?" press the Ringga on Wilda.
"You yourself feel right, that she's not Princess Rania?" Wilda asked back.
"Well... I just see their physical features. But how do I know she's the daughter of the famous Austeen family?" clearly Ringga.
Rania simply fell silent listening to the debate. He still does not know Wilda's identity.
Is he one of my mom's assistants or her dad?
"I'm asking you. What do you remember when you switched places?" This time Wilda asked Rania.
"eeehs... How do you know I switched places?" Rania was surprised to hear that.
"Logically speaking, is there any resemblance to Chloe and Geffie? No, right?"
Inwardly, Ringga and Rania confirmed Wilda's words.
"Right now, Princess Rania is not far from you. But unfortunately he can't say anything to you."
"Wait, you mean the Princess Rania is watching us? Why didn't he meet in person?" ask me, I am not impatient.
"I told you earlier, he can't talk to you about anything" Wilda said.
"I can't go that far" replied Wilda.
"God! Tell me why, anyway? Are you under the threat of others?" The phallus began to rise in blood.
"Did she meet with Brother and ask for help? If he's close to me, why doesn't anyone see him?" ask Rania anyway.
Wilda shook her head, "I just didn't know it on purpose."
"Where, anyway. What is the story of muters?" anguish Ringga.
"What is the evidence that Brother saw Princess Rania? Why has no one seen him but Brother?" ask Rania.
"Obviously, only you can help him. All the clues are near you" Wilda explained.
"But he's more after your blonde friend. I don't know why."
"Blonde girl? Meaning Qiandra?" sahut Rania's.
"Yes maybe. I don't know his name. But his face always looks angry, if it is near the girl. Can you explain, all the weirdness that's been going on with Qianda lately?"
"Emmm... Qiandra, Brother. Not Qianda. Let alone what happened with him, the incident that befell me has made me dizzy."
"I don't know what's going on between them. But, it seems like Princess Rania is desperate to eliminate that blonde chick."
"Continue, what kind of evidence did you say, like?" Rania was not satisfied to ask.
"It can be in any form. Even the ones you don't realize at all" replied Wilda.
"Hey, why don't you just tell her. If she can't talk to Rania Austeen, she can write it down and leave it to you?" bianca Ringga.
"That's impossible!" said Wilda lirih.
"Don't tell me, that Rania Princess you met is different from us?" chirps Rania.
"Hey, what did you say, anyway? It's like he's dead." Lingga felt his hair that began to creep.
"Yes, more or less so. But I don't know, he's dead or not."
"What the hell are guys, how about being creepy gini?" ringga protests.
"Yes, what else is trying? He is there but invisible, can't speak directly either. He was also often near Qiandra.." said Rania.
"Ah, I just remembered. He used to be so scared to see me at school. Is she haunted by Princess Rania?" continued the girl of Romanian descent.
"duh.. Okay, dong. Change another topic, cake."
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"Hey, do you believe what Wilda said?" ask Ringga on the way home.
Rania raised both her palms to chest level.
"Now this is not the time for me to choose whether to believe it or not. But gather as much information as possible," said Rania.
"Yes, anyway. But you have to stay alert." Ringga reminded.
"Which way, who the hell is he, brother? How do you know the two of us?"
"Oh my God, you've been talking a lot but still don't know who he is? Really careless, anyway? What if there's no me?" angry Ringga.
"You were the first time I met you and I didn't suspect anything?" continued again.
Rania fell silent. Realized mistake. He was less vigilant because he was too chasing information.
Lingga glanced at the gloomy-looking teenager with a feeling of guilt.
"Wilda is ..." explained Lingga.
"Correct?" Rania was surprised to hear that.
(Connected)
Thank you for reading. See you around...