Young Master Arogan

Publication Plan

Agra and her parents were having a closed meeting in the study. Two days after locking his wife in the apartment. Finally today, it was with a heavy heart that Agra allowed Delia to leave for campus.

Many times the woman struggled spoiled, seducing her husband to get permission to follow the lecture that had been half the way he traveled.

"Ma. I want to hold a reception immediately to announce my marriage to Delia." Agra sat on the sofa with Mama Rani, looking at Papa Hadi who had a calm face.

Since the beginning of the matchmaking, Mama Rani has offered to all of you to hold a reception. But Agra rejected it strongly because he did not want his closest people to be an easy target for business people who became clear competitors after a large tender was won by Wijaya Group at that time.

"Are you really mama? At the beginning of the wedding you have suggested to immediately hold a reception. Now you're going awry, right?" Mama saw Agra who seemed to be laying her wide back on the back of the sofa. A gentle smile flashed on my mama's dusk face. His hand outstretched rubbing the arm of the son just wayangnya. "When do you want a reception? Mom is ready to help if needed." Astonished, what was really weighing on Agra until the tense murat on his face was plastered for real. "What do you really think? Didn't you notice you two had accepted each other? Why should I be confused if it's like that?" Agra glanced at Mama at a glance, then re-justified the position of her body to make it more comfortable. "Ma. "Agra hangs the sentence. Makes mama impatient to hear the continuation of the story of the son just wayang. "There's nothing else at the moment that makes Agra worried, except one." The long breath sounds excruciating. "Good name Lia ma. I was able to do anything including silence the entire media crew not to preach anything bad about him . But I'm not sure I can stop some of the other common people's babbling." Papa just sat quietly on the seat of his greatness. Digesting every word that came out of his son.

Mama sighed softly" Yes mama also thought about that. You're this way still confused." Mama Rani chuckles little in response. "Let your mom arrange it later. Okay?" Connect again.

"Ma. Agra seriously." His voice is a little high. The response of his mother who considers the problem lightly makes Agra doubt about how mama can solve the problem that he thinks is quite strange.

"You don't believe in Agra's mama?" Mom's expression turned sad and moody. Mama's long breath was again heard in Agra's ears. The man lowered his head for a moment when he noticed the change in his mother's mood. "Sorry ma, that's not what Agra meant. Agra was afraid that public opinion would make my relationship with Delia tenuous." Agra spoke slowly while approaching the mother who was about to rise leaving Agra who shifted her sitting position closer to Mama Rani.

"alright. I leave everything to Mom." Disconnect later. "But you have to promise not to get too tired. Mama gave Alex enough instruction when it comes to heavy things." Connect again. " Agra doesn't want to because she thinks about our household problems, my mother's condition is down." His gentle tone turned resolutely indisputable. Making mama annoyed, because considering that Agra's attitude and behavior is exactly the same as her husband when talking seriously.

Papa just shook his head to see his wife and son confront each other, then got up from his seat. Walking closer to mom, wringing his wife's waist. "Where are you going to take your mom?" Agra was surprised when unknowingly Papa Hadi just pulled the mama who was seriously discussing the reception issue with him.

"Yes to the room. Papa's dizzy hearing your debate. Tomorrow we continue. Besides today it's not like you have to meet with the board of directors." Regardless of Agra's response and expression. Papa sauntered while embracing his mother, leaving the spacious room with AC. While Agra only shrugged both of his shoulders indifferently.

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"Mas Agra.." One message was sent to her husband's number. The lunch plan in return for the services of Leo doctor became a burden for Delia. There was no way he would take it for granted while the many bodyguards around him. Moreover, Delia also did not want to make Agra increasingly misunderstand him, and trigger a fight between the two.

The unrequited message made his heart even more unsettled. How about Agra punish him later? Tapping the thick book on the table with his tiny finger. Occasionally biting a finger while lyrics there lyrics here.

There was no one in the class. Some of his other friends went home first. Some decided to go to the cafeteria, filling the stomach that had asked for rations. While Keisha did not enter today because he had to take his sister to the obstetrician.

There was an incoming call after several times he checked messages from Agra that were not returned. While packing the material book on the table Delia raised the call without paying attention to the name of the caller.

"Yes hello?" Walk down the hallway to the parking lot. "So you sent a message. What's up, honey?" The baritone voice from across was clearly heard in Delia's ears.

"Eh.." No time Delia answered. Buru hurriedly he looked at the phone screen, looking at the name of the contact who made the call with him. "Mas Agra's. I'm sorry I sent you a message asking for your permission to have lunch with a friend, is it okay?" Upon learning that it was a call from My Husband, Delia immediately expressed her intention and purpose to Agra.

"Who with? Female or male? If men can't! If you want to be with me! Wait there I'll pick you up!." He broke up quickly without giving his wife a chance to answer.

While looking at the screen of the cell phone showing a photo of her husband hugging her from behind, Delia sighed softly. "Justify my guess. Not to mention later if he finds out who invited me to lunch." With a raging mind the woman kept her foot up towards the parking area. Waiting for Agra to come, in the park beside the sports field. Four of his personal guards also stood guard around his seat.

Not ten minutes. The footsteps of several people were heard getting closer and closer to where Agra was waiting. Curious, Delia turned to the side. And when her beautiful bead eyes met the eyes of the husband's eagle, that second she also slammed into Agra's embrace. Some pairs of curious eyes saw many men wearing black uniforms typical bodyguard was getting forward to see more clearly what really happened.

Some were shocked to witness firsthand that it turned out that his college friend was the lover of the most famous person in the country. Some were busy mocking and whispering to each other.

Completely unaffected by the fanfare of the campus residents who gossiped blatantly, Agra even tightened his embrace on Delia.

"Kog's mom is fast. Must you be speeding up, taking the car?" Delia pushed softly against Agra's chest field, looking at Agra's real expression. "Who said? You think too much. Where's lunch going? With who?" Ask full of questions.

"I've actually sent a clear message to your phone. Why not read it anyway?" The look on his face instantly turned sour.

"really? All right, let's sit down, let me open your message." Striking his wife's body slowly. Take him to sit on a park bench that Delia had previously sat on.

Open My Wife message immediately. Read it with an unpredictable expression. It really makes Delia even more unwell.

"What are your debts with Leo. Until I have to reply to him by way of lunch like this?" Agra's question struck Delia's heart and soul. She should not accept other men's offers without her husband's permission. Doesn't he know what the character and character of Agra has been like? It's not worth it to close your eyes to that, is it?

It's all over. Whatever Agra's decision after this, he will obediently accept. Even if you have to cancel your lunch with Leo in return no problem.

It doesn't matter if she has to be stamped as a woman who likes to break promises. "Where's the lunch?" Fun with his own assumptions. Delia lost focus. Didn't answer Agra's question. The woman was even dreamy. "Where's Delia's lunch?" Agra's voice was rising. Making Delia pause for a moment. "Eh. that's mas.. in the cafe in front of your company dear." Reply with a slight wave. "We're leaving now." Agra's tense expression was no longer able to be covered up. It was clearly visible from the corner of Delia's eyes that only dared to steal a glance.

A little jerking his wife's hand. It is slow to align with its steps. "Bring my wife's car home." His orders were on Delia's personal bodyguard who seemed ready to wait for Big Boss' orders.

"Good sir." The bodyguard replied while half-running following the steps of the two superiors who were also in a hurry.

"Mas slow down the road." Delia grimaced with a gripping feeling in her lower abdomen that began to appear since she sat on the park bench earlier. Excessive anxiety is the trigger.

Hearing Delia's complaint, without changing the tense expression on her face, Agra reflexively let down her wide and quick steps. But once he saw the way his wife walked that changed very slowly he just realized something. Realizing that his wife is not alone. There's a baby that lives in Delia's womb.

Lifting Delia's body without approval. Carrying it while returning to increase the speed in stepping to immediately arrive at the parking area of his car which is quite far, different from the car parking area of his wife next to the campus park.

While Delia who was unprepared with Agra's reflexive movements, a hysterical screech felt her body suddenly floated up and ended up in her husband's arms. "Mas don't do this. I'm ashamed." Immediately Delia draped both hands on Agra's sturdy neck. Hiding his face in Agra's chest because he realized he was in a public place, which of course many pairs of eyes saw Agra carrying him.

It might be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even today Delia is aware that she will be making headlines in the campus newsroom. Moreover, he counted as a new student who incidentally never once harassed the level brother in his class. But even so, she certainly realized one more thing that who does not know her husband's family? No one doesn't know him? In this way she has to mentally prepare later to face the seniors who almost every class on the weekend always talk about her husband. Delia screamed inwardly imagining the furious reaction of Agra's die-hard fans upon learning that she had been the quietest in class had a relationship that no one knew about. Die me. Whisper it slowly.

In the car, Delia was just silent, unmoved in Agra's arms. Imagine how tomorrow faces the big fans of Agra on campus. Ah it's better to skip a day, than to face that creepy big brother bully.

"Next time there's no need to make promises to anyone, other than me. Okay?" Agra pulled his wife's chin. Caught Delia's plain face to face him. A glimpse of ranum Delia's lips. Allowing Delia's sitting position to be more comfortable.

Next to Agra's hand traced Delia's jawbone. Gifts a small kiss on his wife's white neck. Perfect.Possession stamp has been printed clearly there.

He will shut Leo's mouth so that he can no longer say anything about his relationship with Delia. Agra himself does not want to talk too much to damage his image as a leader.

Swiping a soft mark on his wife's white neck. "A good color. Next time I'll make it more purple than this." Smiling obliquely, proud of his extraordinary masterpiece.

Delia who was not ready to receive the attack, just silently stared to hold the shame on the driver and bodyguards in the front seat, which although blocked by the bulkhead was still felt they were still in one car, he said, so it is possible for them to hear the village*n little who escaped his lips was heard by them. Huh huh? Where will he put his face? Even the two Agra bodyguards are Agra's confidants who may often meet face to face with him in the future.

Seriate…

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