Young Master Arogan

Sweet Dating

Happy Reading, though,

The twilight light in the western horizon is so dazzling. A handsome man wearing a dark-grey suit looked at the watch several times on his wrist. His face looks nervous. Sometimes he swiped the screen on his phone.

An hour ago Agra asked Alex to pick up Delia. He himself is currently waiting at one of the famous restaurants that previously Alex booked on his orders. The whole floor is decorated in such a way. The date tonight was the first time since Agra married Delia. Dating is a form of thanks to his wife for a priceless gift. The presence of a baby is not uncommon for Agra. His love as a father for his son who, although still in the womb of Delia so obvious, the affection that arises naturally was able to bring himself to sit quietly here.

The sound of footsteps broke Agra's daydream. Immediately he rose from his seat to welcome the coming of the idol. Smile expands. Her eagle eyes were unceasingly staring at Delia's appearance. The woman was wearing a long dress with a broad model, broad arms and a collar slightly down but not up to the chest. The motive is still the same as most favorite dress that he often uses at home or traveling. Flowers. With a glittering stone grain decoration throughout her dress makes the word luxury can not be separated from what she is wearing today. Agra grabbed the girl's tiny hand and grabbed her in the arms. The man grabbed the wife's waist. His gaze was getting closer until there was no distance at all. Both of his eyebrows clashed before the small kiss he gave because he could not bear to see the rancor of the lips of the wife. "You're so pretty tonight." Delia chuckled in response to Agra's temptation. Hit the chest of his field slowly. "My husband is also very handsome." The reply is not to lose.

After that Agra led his wife to the table that had been specially prepared. After a few minutes, two waiters came to encourage a variety of delicious delicacies Delia likes. Arranging on the table in such a way in accordance with the table manner they learned.

His eyes sparkled when he saw the amount of food served. The woman served food for food in front of her. Her expression turned carefree as she realized that almost all the food her husband had ordered was her favorite. Sesame-studded meat saute, also red seasoning shrimp with broccoli vegetables as toppings is one of the menus he most often asked Mr. Li to always prepare in the mansion even almost every day. His amazement was his own entertainment for Agra. His gratitude for each food given makes its own value for Agra. When many women who waste food on the grounds of maintaining their bodies to remain ideal. Apparently not the case for Delia, she will always be greedy to eat if indeed she is hungry. Spending food to the toilet was his gratitude all along. That's what makes it different.

"Mas but this is mostly. I don't think I'll be able to finish all this food. The whole thing is just shared, mas." Delia spoke softly while occasionally chuckling as Agra continued teasing her by twisting one eye. Both corners of Agra were raised forming a smile. His wife's laughter was contagious until she dissolved in the carefree atmosphere that Delia created. Gelak that was held back from earlier was finally created already. The image that he echoed as an arrogant master disappeared flying into space without a trace and without blame. "No need to think of anything else. Now we enjoy our two moments." Agra clasped Delia's hands tightly. Staring in the bead of sayu the wife. Seeking for indecisive doubts. Right, nothing at all. Precisely at this moment what he found was Delia's sincerity. And Agra consciously drew his wife's hand, made her one and then kissed her dear. "I don't want to promise you anything right now because I'm not a braggart. But I am a fighter. A warrior who will fight for what I deserve. I want you to be by my side no matter what. For the umpteenth time. Me and my heart have fallen too deeply because of your Delia Mecca Anindira. Thank you for being the mother of my son." Both corners of Delia's eyes had started to dew. His eyes were blurred by tears. "So please accept me with all my shortcomings. I love you and I need you so much." Agra spoke slowly with a view that never separated from the bead of my soulmate.

" I, too, love you mas.." He could no longer hold back the happiness created. Delia got up from her seat. Walk toward Agra who had stood first while stretching out both hands. Hit the chest of Agra field with haphazard. Delia looked up at Agra who looked down because her height was limited to the chin of the husband.

The man eroded the remaining distance. Not leaving at all. The little kiss he gave. It turned even more demanding when Delia gave little access with her lips open. Tag*t and mel***t are excited. The vanilla fragrance that indulges its sense of smell adds to an endless sense of love. Agra twisted Delia's body to her back. Circling the wife's tight stomach as a form of protection. Swiping dear, until the warm feeling of the heat of his body was channeled through the palm of the hand that was still loyal to be there spread across Delia's body.

Mellow music accompaniment that sounds soft in the ear and the entire spacious room was a means of supporting the romantic atmosphere created. Until the sound of Delia's stomach that broke all their romance at this time.

Agra chuckles. Flipping over Delia's body facing him again, grabbing the wife's split chin. "Hungry already hem…?" Delia nodded. His cheeks shone with embarrassment.

"Hey. ssshhh. So you're free to eat it as you please." Agra's index finger silenced the lips of ranum Delia who would speak again. "Before enjoying a delicious meal. I want you to wear this." The man reached into his pants pocket. Taking a closed object in dark blue color whose outer side is made of velvet also shaped love. He opened it, took something in it. Hang it right in front of his wife.

Her pretty eyes were full of charm. A white pendant with a small bluish diamond in the middle is now right in front. The first impression of the necklace from him was. Small, simple but does not leave a luxurious impression of the object itself. The depiction of an object that arrived crossed his small brain. Delia likes. She loved one of the many jewels her mother-in-law had offered before. The story of mama Rani about the simplicity of Delia certainly did not escape the hearing of Agra. And this time it was he himself who had chosen a special little gift for Delia.

"A beautiful necklace for the special woman in my life. Besides mama." Agra put the pendant itself to the neckline and the white of the wife. "perfect." The impression is again when the necklace has been installed properly.

Unceasingly Delia was made flabbergasted by her husband. Today is the most historic day for him during his marriage with Agra. He will never forget it. Not at all. Feeling loved is the dream of every woman in the world. Without exception.without exception of himself.

This immeasurable happiness…

Seriate…

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