Transmigration to a Beautiful Man
Borrow Your Cell Phone

Reluctantly, Anita began to leave the place. The seats are front and center. When he arrived, he was the first to enter. Now, he's the last one to leave.

His car was parked in an obscure corner. When he arrived, he had been sitting inside a luxurious car. Now, he's in the van. It looked like a van used by media personnel.

He walked in and threw the black paper bag into the back seat.

Anita very carelessly changed into jeans and a jacket in the car. He also wears a scarf.

Pandi, who was sitting in front of him, turned around.

“Hey, where's the cup? I've seen. You won again this year.”

Anita clicked her tongue. He grabbed the black paper bag from the back seat and grabbed it inside. Then, he took out the gold cup and showed it to Pandi.

Sandi took the trophy from his hand.

“It is an honor to win this award.”

“What is the use of honor? Can–“

Anita suddenly shut up. He pouted grabbed his jacket from the back seat and covered his face with it. Then, he dropped himself into the chair. Sandy glanced at him and did not ask. He changed the subject.

“All flights today have departed. I bought a ticket for tomorrow morning. I also gave you a midnight snack. It's in the cooler in the back. You can help yourself later.

"Hm." Anita gave him a muffled response.

The van is moving forward very slowly. There are still some people around. All are fans or media personnel. They had just managed to advance a few hundred meters when the van stopped from seeing a familiar figure.

Sandy spoke, surprised. “Hey, isn't that little girl assistant Haris?”

Anita lifted from the back row. He leaned forward and looked out the windshield from between the two front seats.

Keke was talking on the phone. He looks a little anxious. There was a staff member with a badge standing beside him.

Pandi drives the car towards Keke. After lowering the window, Pandi stuck her head out.

“What's wrong? Where is Yeni?”

Keke knows Pandi. He is one of the senior managers in the company Yenny Entertainment. Keke. Even though he was anxious, he still managed to keep himself calm. Now, he was like a child who had found his parents. He could not hold it anymore and ran to the car window.

“Kak Pandi! When Haris and I left the venue, we met a random group of fans. There were too many people, and we ended up apart. Her phone and wallet are with me. I can't reach him, hiks .…”

"Tell me what happened!" urged Anita.

Although Keke was in a hurry, his thoughts were still clear. He gave her all the information she knew.

“I can't call the police because it hasn't been 24 hours. When I told the staff, the staff said that they would only be able to look around on the spot."

"The biggest problem is that Haris usually uses his phone to navigate whenever he goes somewhere. He doesn't know the way. I've been looking everywhere. I don't know what else to do.”

Anita was originally sitting in the back of the van. However, after hearing all that, he got out of the car.

“To which direction did he go?”

Keke looked around, crying.

“I don't know either. There are too many people. It's all my fault. It's so cold at night. If something happens .…”

“Do not worry. We'll definitely be able to find him. I'll look for him first. Please get in the car.”

Anita opens the car door and signals Keke to come in.

Sandy held a cell phone in her hand.

“I know. I'm calling right now."

Pandi looked at Keke. "Keke, there's hot chocolate behind you. Take one. You've been hanging around for a while. You must be hungry.”

As a great artist, Anita came up with her team this time. After all, she was nominated for a major award at an international film festival. If all the bodyguards, drivers, and stylists are added, the number is quite a lot.

Anita reached into her jacket and pulled out her scarf so no one would recognize her.

He swept his eyes in all directions. Then, he headed to the place with the most lights. People tend to go to places of light.

Anita stepped forward as she scanned her surroundings.

The shops closed early. Lonely streets. The only illumination came from the street lamps lined up on the street. There is no 24-hour mini-market.

Anita walked very fast. With just a moment of effort, he had already explored two full streets.

"No store is open at all." Anita nodded to herself. “It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

As soon as he finished talking, he saw a phone booth in the distance. There was someone standing inside.

Anita looks at that back, Anita recognizes that it is Haris.

He quickly ran over, slowing down as he approached the phone booth.

Haris was still wearing the suit he wore for the awards ceremony. He leaned against the wall of the phone booth and stared at the coin slot, looking a little displeased.

He's like a cat snatched by a vet to get vaccinated. It was in a very good mood before, yet it now gives you a cold shoulder.

The biggest problem is not physical pain. That is the self-esteem of a wounded cat.

Anita looked at Haris who looked a little sad. Even the pigtails have been scattered.

Anita first sent a text message to Pandi. His fingers were fast, typing while walking. He managed to send a message even before he reached the phone booth.

[Pandi, I found it. Don't make it a big deal. Give everyone who comes along looking for bonuses, and send them back. Don't mention anything about this when we get back. Tell Keke to be normal. All he did was get lost, right? That's normal. Don't embarrass the child for it.]

His tone of message was so calm that no one knew that he had run down the streets before.

Anita walks into the phone booth and knocks on the door.

Tok tok tok tok!

Inside, Haris immediately stood up straight as soon as he heard a knock. He turned around and saw Anita.

"Uhuk." Anita coughed.

“This ... what a coincidence? Why don't we... get back together?

Haris stared at him for two seconds. Then, he opened the door, walked towards her, and hummed in response.

Anita has a good direction. The back road map automatically appeared in his mind.

Both go hand in hand. They had not been walking for long when Haris suddenly spoke up.

“I ... want to borrow your phone.”