Young Master Arogan
A Piece of Story
At night, the,
Mr. Li said goodbye after preparing the dinner that the chef had made this afternoon. Nutritionists advise Mr. Li to use the services of a cook so that he contacts the chef at the mansion to come immediately before the night before, before, because there is a certain dose of food ingredients before cooking that is only understood by professional cooks. After the chef came home first, Mr. Li still had to wait for the clock to go home while waiting for the time to make the young mistress' favorite desert. Not much work actually. Even all the food was just to warm up using the microwave, only Mr. Li had to make sure the young Master and the young Madam did not need his help anymore. Not much menu available. As per Delia's request, there was always a mix fruit salad Mr. Li himself who had the middle-aged man prepared ten minutes before he actually left the apartment. "Eat a lot. I'm going to the study for a minute." Agra got up from his seat while gently rubbing Delia's head. One minute ago he received word from Alex's assistant that Barend was throwing a tantrum again . So that he must solve the problems arising from the irresponsibility of his friend. Overcome it directly so that the problem does not dissolve and increase runyam and spread to the internal company.
Delia looked up at Agra who was standing looking at her with a gentle look. "Yes, um." Her gentle smile was contagious. The reflexes of both corners of Agra's lips also lifted. "If you are sleepy, go to sleep. Maybe the night is over, so there's no need to wait for me. Okay!" His tone sounded unusually soft, but it was clearly implied that the sentence was an absolute order that should not be denied. Even if it's his wife.
"Yes dear." Delia chuckled as she stroked dear Agra's hand that rubbed her smooth cheeks slowly.
Chew chew until toilet.
As soon as she finished dinner, Delia sat standing on the balcony of the apartment. Enjoying a star-studded night while occasionally closing his eyes, feeling every soft gust of wind that hit his beautiful face. Balcony is her favorite spot while living in this apartment.
For a long time he enjoyed the beauty of nature presented right in front of his eyes, arrived a mobile phone located on a small table terrace balcony, featuring a flashing screen.
In a hurry he grabbed his cell phone. From the notification, Delia can see whose message came in.
"Hey pretty. How are you doing right now after that terrible event?" Once the message is in Delia's phone.
Huh huh? Helaan rough breath Delia exhaled after reading an unclear message from an obscure man.
The last time Leo's doctor met him, made it all grow worse.
Delia herself never thought that her accidental encounter with Leo could trigger a fight between the two grown men. And until now, the woman did not dare to ask further what happened so that it might make her husband more angry later. He was afraid that Agra was getting misunderstood on him.
Stare at the screen of the phone displaying a message from Leo's doctor. Not at all intending to reply to him. Pressing the old power button. It's better to just turn off the phone than Leo's doctor calls him later because of an unrequited message. The best decision he made to avoid questions he shouldn't have answered wasn't worth being asked by a man who had nothing to do with his life. Except for debt. Well soon he will keep that promise, so that the young doctor will no longer interfere with his personal life.
"Not sleeping, hem?" From behind Agra walked up to Delia who was holding a guardrail while looking at the night view. The lamp has been lit, adding its own beauty when viewing it from the Wijaya apartment building. The tallest building in the area.
The instant warm sense Delia felt as Agra hugged her. The man covered his wife's cold body. The position of the building is high and the wind is quite weak,
make the air temperature lower . "Pregnant mothers are not good at breathing too much air at night. Let's go in and sleep." Next to his firm hands he slipped on the folds of Delia's legs. Bringing his wife in a knife, and kissing the woman's forehead long ago. Step slowly through the glass door, rotate the body and then press the automatic button installed in the middle of the iron barrier so that the glass door and curtain are closed perfectly.
Slowly Agra put his wife on a bed so wide and beautiful.
The first time Delia set foot in her husband's residence, the most memorable thing for her was a king-size bed decorated with white curtains in the middle, with a hanging position above it.
The knee-length sleeveless nightgown was thrown down somewhere. Be the silent witness of both long nights.
Worship every beautiful curve of his wife with care and without hurting the fruit of love that is growing in there.
Being close to Delia always made him unable to resist the tempestuous desire.
No longer interested by the cradle of women penggod* when he was attending the banquet of colleagues in the nightclub.
Enough has been the football lunge so far to explore the moment of pleasure caresses of paid women who cause a sense of emptiness, every time the bed activity has ended.
Now only one woman can break down all the pride in Agra. That's one. His wife. Delia one, there will be no other.
Leo, leo,
Delia…
The first impression when I met her was beautiful and gentle. The style of clothes that are far from the impression of sexy actually makes it more classy.
For days I've been finding out about her, but I haven't had the slightest information about the woman that has taken up much of my mind. Until finally I accidentally saw he was on the side of the road to the apartment of my best friend's family at that time, Agra. Strange enough indeed, because I think the area can not be passed by just anyone. But why is the girl here. Hunt me to get rid of my curiosity and rush out of the car to help him who looks like he is in trouble.
A week has passed since the fateful incident that struck me, beaten up completely by my own best friend. Now all the bruises that fill my body and face have faded and may soon be healed.
Mama was so hysterical when I arrived at my family's mansion after undergoing treatment at the campus clinic the other day. The heart of which mother is not sad when she finds her child coming home with a sad condition. With constant crying, my mother contacted a specialist in skin diseases and internal medicine to immediately deal with my condition so that the healing process can run optimally and quickly recover as usual.
That girl I sent a message several times she never replied. What exactly happened? I felt like there was something strange about Agra's attitude at that time.
The bits and pieces of a few more occurrences had sprung up in my memory. But I don't mind, anyway before the yellow janur curved, no one has the right to forbid me to approach Delia right? Delia and I are both alone! So free dong I know him more closely.
The intention to come to the Wijaya family mansion I also paused. Let me ask Agra myself later. Rather than mama Rani follow sad when I see me with battered conditions like this, I better focus on my healing process alone. It's fucking Agra's best friend! Does he not remember who the friend who was always there when he needed first? Hah it's a son of a bitch…
After so many messages that none of them were answered, I decided to make a phone call so that Delia would respond faster. Eh... why not connect and even heard the voice of the operator who said that Delia's number is inactive and out of range?
It was strange and made me even more curious about him…
"Leo.. quickly put down your phone and take a break. Tomorrow we have to check your condition again to the hospital. Sleep and don't waste time with useless things!!!." Mom's shout from behind the door of the room broke my daydream about the beautiful girl who captivated the heart.
Ah... I'll bill my lunch debt to him if I make a full recovery.
Delia, though,
Seriate…
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