Make Me His Substitute
Die you Amara
Agatha glared her eyes at Amara who had just spoken. "Till any time it will never happen!" Agatha is sure.
"That's it, huh?" Amara put on a soft face to make Agatha more reluctant to see it.
"Mara, you..." Agatha clenched both her hands in the air revealing that she was really upset at the moment.
Amara laughed at the expression of her best friend. "Yes, yeah. I'm kidding, really. Don't be so tense." Clumsily.
Agatha grunting. Looked at Amara's face.
Amara did not care anymore about the resentment Agatha felt to her. He chose to immediately move from a sitting position and say goodbye back to the company of Aga because the break time is almost up.
"Mara, you're really, yeah. You could have expected me to love that hillbilly one day!" Gerutu Agatha after Amara's departure. Agatha could not imagine how her life would be if she loved such an annoying figure as Richard who usually only made her blood ride every time they met.
"Really outside the nurul, not in akmal!"
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Amara had returned to the company smiling to herself given Agatha's ungodly face as she talked about Richard. As long as he knew Agatha, it seemed like only this time did Agatha seem to be very upset with a man.
"And Richard's brother was handsome. Agatha continued to regret every meeting with him. Agatha should be happy to meet a handsome man like Richard. Bule again." He got out of the elevator.
"Who's handsome?" The sound of baritone coming from behind his body made Amara surprised to stop his steps. Amara turned her head towards the back where Aga was currently seen being behind her body while having a chest.
"Sir Aga.." great-grandson Amara.
"So who's that handsome guy my future wife mentioned, hem?" Ask Aga while getting closer to Amara.
Aga raised his thick eyebrows waiting for an answer from Amara. Stared so by Aga, then it makes Amara so nervous.
"Ehm.. that..." Amara tergugu's.
"That's what? It seemed like my future wife was very excited to praise the other man behind me." Press Aga.
Amara smiled stiffly at Aga. "No praising, Brother." Sangkal Amara's. You don't want to be misunderstood and angry.
"Then what? And who's the handsome guy you mean?" Ask Aga. Now he was staring at Amara's face intensely.
Amara gathered the courage to answer. "Sister Richard. The man who is now a regular customer in Agatha's boutique." Answer Amara slowly.
"Richard?" Aga repeated the name of the man with a frown on the forehead. Somehow he seemed familiar with the name Amara had just mentioned.
"Yes, Brother Richard. Brother knows?" Ask Amara."
Agatha shrugged both of her shoulders. "No. There's too many Richard names in this town and maybe Richard you mean different than the Richard I know."
Amara nodded as if she had no intention of asking further.
"Now let's answer, why can you praise him like that behind my back, hem?" This time Aga looked flat at the face of his future wife.
Stared so by Aga then it makes Amara so goosebumps. "Death to you Amara. anyways why your tongue is so fluent in praising a handsome man even though he already has a prospective husband!" Rutuk Amara in the heart.
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