Change of Mind
Chased by Crazy People

"All twenty-three million sir!" cashier.

What the f*ck - Rich

Dego immediately gives his credit card to the cashier, while Rasya is glued to his side. The feeling he only bought kitchen ingredients that the price will not be so high.

"What did you buy, how can the bill be so high?" rasha asked in the car on the way home.

"You did a lot of shopping. I just bought a couple of white T-shirts for the same wedding gift watch for my dad's friend"

Rasya grabbed the paper bag behind and reached for the watch inside. He saw the price on the box. Nineteen million are beautifully displayed there. Rasya's breathing paused for a moment, his gaze was straight because if compared to him then nineteen could for his living expenses for several months.

"There's also lipstick for you. Stop wearing red lipstick because you look so much like the l*tah caterpillar that all crocodiles want"

Rasya again reached into the paper bag and found a pink punch lipstick. He stared at Dego for his words.

"Mr wrong. The red color shows bravery.after all this maroon sir, will not look like a castor"

"I can't!" firmly Dego. He recalled a few moments ago when he met a client who kept staring at Rasya's lips as he who replaced Dego explained their contact. You must know someone's mind when you keep staring at the lips of the interlocutor, right?!

"No, sir!" refute Rasya.

Not without reason Rasya denied. He deliberately used the color red because of the advice of several other company secretaries so that their appearance seemed bold.

"You don't want to get out of my car" continued in a higher voice.

"OK, who is afraid" said Rasya not to lose. Dego pulled his car to the side of the road in front of the shops and Rasya got down and closed the door. Dego's car passed.

"Currently, who does he think he is". Rasya held both hands up on his waist. His mouth continued to mutter and recite hate speech against Dego.

"Well, my bag? where's tasku?" rasha panicked. He paced back and forth patting all the pockets in his suit.

Rasya keeps remembering where his wallet is. A moment later he realized his wallet was in the trunk of Dego's car. He put it down when he put the groceries there.

"Aaaahhhhh shit, MR. DEGOOOO. MR. DEGOOOOOOO. AWAITUUUUU!!!!!!" rasha shouted as she ran after Dego from the sidewalk.

Dego's car drove to the maximum leaving Rasya who was running and then stopped suddenly because of fatigue. Had Dego heard Rasya's screams calling him 'Master', he would have stopped. Rewind his car, greet Rasya, and return to give him a ride. But destiny says something else.

He slowed down the car. Weighing between pity and indifference. Ego managed to control himself so that he again stuck the gas car.

Rasya gasped for air after running in vain after chasing Dego's car. He squatted down for a moment to rest his body. Sometimes he also fanned himself with his hands.

The distance between the place now and the apartment is about fourteen kilometers. It would take all night to get there.

Rather than lamenting fate, Rasya chose to walk slowly. Looking here and there hoping that someone he knew.

"That's not Devan's sister" the girl looked at the person she saw not far from her.

"real he. Even still wearing office clothes. RASYA. RASYAAAAA. DON'T RUN AWAYIII"

Instead of finding a known friend or employee. Rasya now galloped in the opposite direction as a madman chased after him while continuing to shout at his name. Trickling run. It stopped. In a hurry he took off his high heel and ran back.

He looked back. Looks like the guy's a new lunatic. White sports shoes, shirt on knee, short white span skirt, white plain sling bag, flower patterned blezer with toska colored t-shirt. Only her hair was covered in disarray.

The madman ran very fast beyond Rasya's expectations. His lips pursed, sweat poured out, his face wrinkled a sign he was exhausted because he had to run away on his own after chasing Dego's car.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa" Rashya.

"Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"

They yelled at each other and the madman collapsed on top of Rasya. Their positions are slightly crossed. He couldn't stop my chest because his running was so tight.

"Akhhh" ringis Rasiah.

He immediately woke up realizing Rasya was in pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Introduce my name Verna, I'm a designer student. Also a fan of Devan"

Rasya looked at the girl disappointed because instead of helping herself wake up. He even introduced himself.

GRUUUUULLLLL

Rasya's stomach rang. It's only natural that he hasn't eaten since noon.

"This is a CV, a letter of achievement, and a KTP" Verna explained nervously as she pulled out everything in her bag. His hands kept clenching. Pray to the almighty so that he graduates. Like job selection alone Rasya thought. They are now in the department store.

Rasya sipped the instant cup noodles that Verna bought again while looking at turning over the ID card.

"What's so weird, why pink?" rasha asked frowning.

"Eum,, that's the Fan Sign Card" Verna replied nervously.

"really? devan prefers blue. Then what do you want?" said Rasya then put the original KTP.

"Look.." Verna's eyes sparkled. "I want to ask for blessing as well as advice on how to approach Devan". Verna's eyes glazed over waiting for Rasya's reply. Rasya looked at him strangely.

"Hahahaha, what do you like about that cold fridge. Haha. How can you admire walking stones. Hahaha" Rasya argued while laughing banging on the table.

"It's not a joke. Devan is not just an angel who never smiles. He is also a prince who has always been the center of attention because of his good looks. His charm makes all women on campus queue to be his girlfriend. Every time he brushed his hair while reading a book in the scorching sun. There will be one person who falls. The beautiful parasites make anyone who sees will not know how to blink again. Plus the intelligence he has-". Verna imagined everything.

"Enough. Why so much". Rasya also deluded into the same excessive body movements when explaining. He just found out that his sister is this popular.

"Because that's a fact. So please, give me some advice and a chance" Verna pinta. His hands clenched right in front of Rasya's face.

Rasya seems to be weighing. He took all Verna's things. Select it carefully. Verna is as accomplished as Devan, but in the field of dress design. He immediately agreed. Who knows, you can get free clothes every week. Hehe.

"All right"

Verna was enthusiastic. He tied the hair with a hairband in his hand, revealing the face that had been hidden.

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