Young Master Arogan

Love

Delia was still too shocked given her husband's fight with Leo's doctor. Hugging the man while occasionally glancing at the tense face of Agra inside the car that was still parked on the campus courtyard. Agra's own forehead was dewy, his breathing was still hunting, but he just kept silent not speaking a word, the last glint he caught in the shadow of his eyes, his wife was laughing with another man. Why Leo? Why should his best friend? That question was constantly spinning in his brain. Want to throw away bad thoughts about his wife who is pregnant with the fruits of his love. But as he tries to forget, the shadow that Leo touches his wife's shoulder keeps him from drowning in the depths of his heart. Laughter is also the gesture of Delia's body who happily accepted Leo's joke is still printed clearly in her sharp eyes. He doesn't accept! Bajing*n was to receive the reward of touching his precious wife with his two disgusting hands.

"Lia.." Agra called out half growling. And as soon as the woman looked up to observe her face without blinking, she suddenly scooped up and ****** coarse Delia's half-open ranum lips, obscuring them entirely without gap.

A second later he stopped. Delia flailed through the chest of Agra's field due to the depleted oxygen supply in her lung cavity. "Mas...stop!" Delia pushed the rough Agra who approached her again, but still, her strength was not comparable. Agra did not move at all, instead the man replied with a sharp look. It was as if he would swallow his wife because of the emotions that never go out. "Why are you?" The rest of his breath that was still wheezing made him slightly cough. "It is still appropriate that you ask me about my mood that has worsened as a result of your actions?…" Delia frowned confusedly. "What do you mean? I don't understand mas…? What you mean is how do I know Doctor Leo? I'll explain it to you. But later when you are calm, and not with emotion. Please don't be like this…." Grimacing holding back the stomach that felt a little tight, Delia explained in an unusually soft tone. "Hey... Why are you?" Agra panic. Watching Delia slightly bite her lips as well as the forehead that started to dew wet with cold sweat. "Awh.. ached.." Her tiny hand gripped firmly on Agra's sturdy arm.

Next to his free hand rubbed his stomach that felt tight and wrapped around. "Mas wants to go home." He said softly.

"Darling! which part is sick? We go to the doctor, right? Sorry, sorry I. You lie here and we go straight to see Doctor Stella. I don't want you to do anything." He gently placed his wife in the chair next to him. Positioning the chair more down. in the back seat, then he reached into the phone in his pants pocket to contact the Doter Stella to get ready immediately. But just before his hand was in his pocket, that second Delia pulled the tug of the shabby end of his shirt and held him back from calling. "Not going to the doctor.." Agra turned around, looking at Delia who was also looking at him gently. "You're home." Connect again.

The corner of Agra's lips lifted. Smiling gently approached his wife and peeping pity Delia's flat stomach "We check huh? Your stomach was tight, I'm afraid they're okay." Delia shook her head strongly. Still with a gentle look he refused to be taken to the hospital. "You're sleeping. in temenin." Agra's thick eyebrows clutched, his gaze gently staring at Delia. " It still hurts…?" He asked as his hand rubbed his wife's stomach which still felt a little tight.

Delia shook her head." A little bit. want to go home rest in the apartment."

"Okay, let's go home now." Though the heart is still burning. But Agra will try to put his affairs aside. Delia's condition is currently not fully recovered after being discharged from the hospital, he will certainly do everything possible to protect his wife. So it would be very unforgivable if his emotional attitude actually boomerang and will endanger the safety of his wife and prospective children.

His favorite luxury car speeding through the streets in an area near the campus that is quiet because it is still in active hours for students. Once entering the big road he was faced with the bustle of crowded vehicles because today is the weekend, according to his wife's lecture schedule. His outstretched hand touched his wife's soft cheek, rubbed it gently and slightly squeezed it with a hand cupped in anxiety, getting rid of the haircut that partially covered Delia's pretty face. The woman leaned back while looking at her husband who was focusing on driving with one hand. Agra driving skills do not need to be doubted anymore, because even though the streets are crowded he is able to drive the sports car skillfully using only one hand. Next to his hand was busy grasping the delicate hand of his wife, pulling and carrying it in a deck and then giving a warm kiss on the back of Delia's hand. "Prophey yeah.we go home and rest, okay."

Arriving in the basement Agra immediately opened the car door. Half ran towards the driver's side door.

When the door was opened, Delia was already standing.

Embracing Delia's shoulders. Then one hand he placed on the fold of his foot, after which he raised it carefully. "Don't protest! Shut up and lean on my chest! Okay?" As soon as he made sure to raise his wife's body and position Delia to be comfortable, the man immediately continued on his way to their apartment. His wide steps were definitely galloping closer to the special elevator door for him.

" Please help me push it!" In front of the elevator Agra asked Delia to press the button to the highest floor where their apartment was located.

Inside the elevator Agra lowered Delia from her warm sling, pushing Delia's body slowly to lean against the elevator wall. "What do you want?" Without much words the man stared in the clear bead of the faithful Delia looking up at her hazell eyes. The distance that is increasingly eroded between the two, of course not in vain by Agra, he pulled the nape of Delia. Compared upside down when he kisses rough because emotions control themselves while in the car. At this time he tried to throw away all the defenses of his hard heart to bring him into an inevitable romantic atmosphere. Delia herself was no longer able to stand up straight. Not without reason. All the treatment Agra is unusually soft make it more lost control. The woman herself also noticed a clear difference in Agra's attitude towards the car until this moment. Delia held her clasped hands around Agra's sturdy neck, replying to every attack her husband had committed she admitted was not as easy as turning her palms.

Several times his knees felt weak and several times also he was not strong to support his own body. Agra's devious smile was imprinted clearly as he managed to prank his wife. Half raised Delia's body. Attack after attack was incessant he launched on his tiny wife. " Have Lia given up?" Agra asked half-chuckled. Looking at the face of his wife who now looks unreasonable due to his ignorant behavior.

Ting!!!!

Elevator door open…

And before Agra got many questions from his wife about his ambiguous question. He immediately lifted Delia's body, carried her and immediately stepped wide to leave the elevator to their apartment on the highest floor of his building.

Lying Delia in the spacious bed of her room. Holding her up, giving her a kiss spread throughout her favorite area without a crack. Delia who was busy defending herself so as not to make a sound finally gave up. Following the path her husband created

"Massshhh.." The instant she received Agra's attack with joy that very second she realized, there was something wrong with her husband's treatment this time…

There was a feeling Agra wanted to convey to her without many words.

The overwhelming jealousy made Agra attack him blindly. And despite her immense tenderness, Delia still realized that her husband wanted to convey such a deep sense to her.

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In a state of innocence.he hugged her husband's burly body. Drawing patterns on the chest of the Agra field. "Does anyone want to ask Agra?" Delia asked softly while occasionally looking up at the face of her husband who was soaked by the sweat of love mixed between the two after their important affair.

Agra looked at his wife's clear eyes deeply. "Why do I ask you. You yourself must already know very well about myself inside Lia." There is sadness implied from the sentence that was thrown from Agra's voice. "I'm jealous!" The man hurriedly explained his current feelings before the hardness of heart ripped him off to reveal his true taste. "I know you have no intention at all to betray me. But I with my violence all this time, it was really not easy to hold back the emotions when I directly watched my women chatting with other men in front of my own eyes and head. My reason for refusing to make peace with Lia. And I force you as a husband, you have to accept me the way I love you. Even if it has to be violent. You should know that's me, your husband. You must really remember it in your heart and mind."

Delia continued to look up to pay attention to every sentence conveyed by Agra. Not interrupting at all.

When Agra stopped talking impulsively, Delia raised her body to align with her husband's face. Without many words and without coercion or resistance. Voluntarily and gladly he pulled the nape of the nape, buried his sultry lips on the thick lips of Agra.****** sip*p without pause and impeccably.

Agra who received his wife's attack suddenly was certainly very happy to accept Delia's sweet attitude without her asking too without her being forced. Both corners of her lips lifted in the middle of their romance. Replying to every attitude of Delia's initiative with a series of dominating attacks.

Even without a word. both dissolve in love that is growing…

Seriate…

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