More Than Marriage

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Previously Mom wanted to say thank you for choosing More from Marriage as your reading & reading '' ''Y 'And this is my third novel. Before reading this novel, you can read the Destiny of Love Kinara first.

The novel will focus on the household drama between Allen & Agra. More than Marriage is the original work of Mother, the result of the thought of Mother. If there are similar names, places of occurrence, and so on. It was just an accidental coincidence.

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We go to visual first. Let's just imagine what Allen and Agra are like. It's just my mom's view. If it doesn't work, you can imagine for yourself.

Allen Caitlin (26 years old)

Agra Grissham (27 years old)

Ok that's the visual. Straight to the story.

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The sky looks darker than usual. The weather forecast does mention if today it will rain heavily. Up there even seen flashes that hit each other. Seems right, soon the sky will drop rain drops.

Allen was holding a piece of paper in his hand. Sit with trembling feet. During the trip to the airport his heart was filled with feelings of fear, sadness, and longing that had been stirred. All those feelings change. Mixed into one. Making her pretty face covered in anxiety.

He should not have taken this step because his heart felt fear, but that fear was overcome by the desire to meet someone. Just looking at the face of the man she missed the last five years.

Sukarno Hatta Airport.

“It has arrived, Ma'am,” said the taxi driver while stopping the speed of his car right in front of the airport entrance.

“Amentay, Sir.” Allen rubbed his face rough. Long hair that was previously pigtailed like a ponytail that he let down. Falling to the front framed her sad face. Allen put a cloth mask on his face, wearing sunglasses, and a beanie hat or better known as a skull cap as the final step to his disguise.

“How much, Sir?”

After all the preparations are done. Allen immediately paid the taxi fare and rushed to spur his pace. He opened a piece of shabby paper. Nearly torn. Luckily, his handwriting can still be read. His chest was pounding, he took a deep breath before reading the rows of words and numbers on the paper. Determine when to arrive the aircraft from France.

Allen raised his wrist. See what time it is. He was afraid of being late. “Should be any minute," he muttered in between his hunting steps. Race against time

Allen bit his lower lip. His fingers squeezed each other as soon as he saw two people standing on their backs. Although from a distance, but Allen could confirm if the two people were the parents of the man he was waiting for.

“Om, Aunt .. sorry I can't join you guys, but I'm here. I also came to greet him. Thank you for still caring about me.” Allen muttered from a distance. May his sincere intention of thanking remain until even though he did not say directly.

It was no exaggeration if Allen was so grateful to them. In the midst of her condition that was no longer a daughter from a rich family, the two people still took the time to contact her. Tell them about their son's arrival schedule.

Ten minutes passed.

Allen was still standing in the distance. Allen's red lips expanded as soon as he saw a man walking in a three-piece suit fitting on his body. Highlights sharp eyes, sharp nose, firm facial lines, volume lips, and hair that berbomade it always managed to make Allen fascinated.

Right behind him a Personal Assistant followed while pulling a large suitcase. There is a longing hug between children and parents, such as meeting children and parents in general. Lunging blue.

Allen who stood far away could only enjoy the face of the man who was always there in his heart without being able to touch and greet. No matter the distance and time that separates them. For Allen his love for a man named Agra Grissham never decreases despite eroding time. The love he had kept since he was only thirteen years old was never replaced by anyone.

“Welcome back, Agra. May after this, your day always be filled with goodness. Sorry, I do not have great courage to greet you directly, but trust me I always mendo’ so that you remain in the protection of God.”

Allen's eyes began to glaze over, he removed his sunglasses to wipe the corner of his already watery eyes.

Allen decided to leave, but his misses had not been fully treated. Allen clenched his hands together and muttered, “A minute, God. I want to see his face up close, just for a minute.”

Allen swallowed his saliva, trying to strengthen himself. He walked slowly among the crowd. After the distance and Agra were close enough, he pulled out the phone, turned off the flash, and pointed the camera towards Agra. The fingers began to press the screen on the rectangular object to take pictures. He was happy, just because of a few portraits of Agra's face that he managed to capture on his phone. That simple.

“Ok. Enough!” yell Allen to yourself.

Actually Allen was still not satisfied to see Agra's face, but he had to go home. It's dangerous if the cover is exposed. Moreover, the distance standing with Agra was quite close. He did not want to until the man saw him. He was not ready to meet Agra in person. And it seems like it will never be ready.

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