Young Master Arogan

Chamber of Secrets

Natasha,

As one begs for forgiveness, promise not to repeat the mistakes he made in the past. Trust me. All that we must ensure the truth behind the sudden change of nature.

Characters,

a person changes for the better of his bad nature there are two possibilities that are the reason behind it.

He changed because something forced him to change for the better. In this case it does not demand the possibility that one day the person will return to his or her true nature.

Second, change because of your own will, and realize that what you have done so far is detrimental to others. While in this case, it is unlikely for a man to return to his dark past. Surely it rarely happens.

Tin tin tin tin…

Natasha hit the wheel of the car due to the long queue at the refueling station. Sometimes he swore harshly in his vehicle. Light a cigarette, trying to relieve the throbbing head that is increasingly spoiled. Last night he was able to spend a few glasses of Tequila Ley, one type of high-grade alcoholic beverages from the banquet of one of his friends, leaving a hangover in the morning until noon. His football in the modeling world is one of the causes of Natasya's free association. The nightclub became the place he most often visited when tired came to hit. The deafening music, the striped-nose men and all the hustle and bustle of the night world. All that does not make it uncomfortable, even Natasya really enjoy his role as part of the place of worship.

Without him knowing, all his movements did not escape the observation of Agra's men. The man will never let go of Natasya who would harm his wife. Placing his men wherever the woman stands. Agra himself decides to release Natasha from all forms of his anger on the basis of past friendships, and the man himself had predicted how the woman would misinterpret any form of leeway he gave. Enough of this Agra was kind enough to forgive Natasha's fatal mistake. Not for the next.

"Damn! Goddamn bum! My head feels like it's about to break!!" It had been a long wait but the long queue did not move in the least. Natasha decided to get out of the back row. Park the red car against it near the minimarket area.

Pushing rough car door. Get down and get out, close the door by slamming it. Natasya grumbled, I don't know what makes the back of her head feel heavier at this time? Throw away the rest of the cigarettes he smoked and then stomp until the object was shapelessly destroyed.

He himself is not a new drink alcoholic. But why is the effect that this pain has on him? Could it be that his ability decreases with age which is no longer young? I don't know if the woman herself doesn't care. Natasya will only care about the things that make her happy. One of them is the alcoholic drink itself.

A little staggering he walked towards the minimarket. Shortly before his feet climbed the granite floor of the minimarket terrace, Natasya stopped his steps. At first glance he saw a familiar figure. And as soon as he narrowed his eyes, his head immediately burned. All the forms of anger that he had to endure from earlier were now unstoppable already. "Suckers. That woman jal*ng was the reason Agra was being rude to me!! What good is a poor prostitute*r who cheaply throws her body willingly?" Natasya stomps her feet not like. "Look at Agra! If I can't make you fall in love with me, I'll make sure that jal*ng you will die horribly in my hands!!" Both of his hands were clenched tightly. All the promises not to disturb or touch Delia and appear before Agra turned out to be just a thread of meaningless words.

"You gave me that chance yourself! So don't blame me later if something bad happens to that poor woman you said was your wife AGRA!!!" Natasya spit violently then sauntered after uttering all forms of expletive oaths to Agra and Delia.

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There is suspicious movement in minimarket area. Substitute.

Someone was seen watching the young master and mistress. Substitute.

It was confirmed that the man was Natasha. Substitute.

For everyone to be prepared and alert. Substitute.

Pieces of the bodyguard conversation through HT commandeered focus on his wife. "What's going on?" Holding his wife Agra's hand, he scattered his men.

"There's Natasya in the minimarket area sir." Delia who stole the hearing instantly widened her eyes when she found out the source of the tension that occurred. "Natasha here?" She was scared in Agra's ears.

The man tightened his grip on Delia's hand as soon as he realized the furious tone of his little wife's voice. " Are you scared?" Delia nodded slowly, looking up at Agra's sharpening eyes. "You go home." He said in a slightly trembling tone. " What are you afraid of? There I am here." Agra tells Delia to get into the car to avoid anything unwanted.

"Come on." she said softly after sitting in the car seat, carrying Delia in her warm embrace. "You're safe with me. I'll make sure of that." Agra hugged and patted Delia's back which felt stiffened. The trauma of Natasya's treatment at that time still rests in memory. " Well what if he chases me and pushes me again?" After conveying her worries Delia fell silent, hiding her face in the chest of Agra's field.

A second later the scent of mint filled his sense of smell. Removing any tension that penetrates to the pulse. "That will never happen Delia. Do you doubt me? You are my wife, I will never allow anyone to demean or hurt my wife. And even if there is someone who dares to touch his hand on my wife's body even a speck. Then I will finish off the man with my own hands until there is no hope left, even though I have to bow down and kiss my legs." Agra pulled Delia's head from her embrace. Facing the woman to him. "Do you understand now?" Agra's view turned sharp. Observing the beautiful sculpture of God's creation in the form of Delia's beautiful face. Until it stopped on the lips of his wife's ruum. "Mas...why look at me like that? I'm ashamed." His tone turned irritated, turning his face away as a red hue on the cheeks began to appear.

Agra who was anxious to see the funny behavior of Delia could not bear to immediately give a small kiss on the lips ranum wife. " Mas.." The screams held Delia in Agra's laughter. To the extent that his two men who were sitting in the front seat turned curious. What made the young master who had been looking cold all this time laugh loosely without any burden? Two of Agra's men frowned deeply, many questions continuously popping up in the minds of the two.

"Focus driving if you don't want us all to end up in a tragic accident." Silence was created again after Agra hissed the sentence with an unusually cynical tone.

Delia further curled up in Agra's arms as the car drove further and further out of the city center and into the path to the mansion. Enjoying the atmosphere of the trip, the two embraced each other affectionately.

Next to Agra's hand grabbed the bulkhead handle, then pulled it closed perfectly. The two men in the front seat were no longer visible. The man sipped a coarse saliva, desperately resisting the passionate desire when he saw the milk-white shoulder of his woman. Pushing Delia slowly into a lying position, tracing her jawbone while revealing the bottom of Delia's long dress. "What would you like? Still in the car, baby!!" The woman screamed in restraint as Agra crushed her. Although the man used both arms as a buffer so as not to harm his tiny babies even instinct Delia as a mother appeared suddenly. Hugging the stomach with both palms as a form of protection for the fruit of love that has tried to grow in there. " Mad..it's really not funny babe.you could hurt them later." His soft voice actually burned Agra's body more and more. The throbbing head started to reach the man.

The beatings and encouragement of his wife he ignored. Busy peppering neckline Delia. Climbing a towering and challenging hill.

In an unfavorable position, Delia let out her soft voice. Agra who felt that he had successfully lured Delia into his game was smirking with satisfaction.

No doubt, a professional player of his class must be an expert in conquering opponents.

As soon as Agra felt the car stop, he pulled Delia slowly to sit down. Open the door, then get out and go around the car to the side of his wife's seat. "Mass…"

In her husband's arms she leaned back and hid her reddened face holding back the embarrassment of being a free spectacle of bodyguards guarding every corner of the mansion as well as the servants passing by carrying out their respective duties.

Although what Delia felt was purely an unreasonable fear, because not a single bodyguard or servant dared to stare at even a glance at the friendly scene of his two masters.

All the treatment of Agra that impulsively also really made the woman shook her head inexhaustibly. "Shut up and enjoy, everything I've done is proof that I am very fond of you Delia.." With wide steps Agra walked towards the hallway next to the mansion's main door. The long, tight-guarded hallway looked dim. The light bias from the reflection of reddish-colored decorative lights on each side of the long high wall adds to the gripping impression. The concept of a magnificent building in the design of papa Hadi and his late grandfather Agra itself looks perfect when realized in a real masterpiece. Delia herself had only first passed through this gripping passageway since she had lived in the mansion. "Why did it go through here…?" Agra was grinning. The two men's eyes dimmed meaningfully at his wife, and as soon as his steps came to a halt at the end of the dimly lit hallway, at a glance he dipped in Delia's half-opened rancid lips. "I'll never let anyone touch his hand on this body of my favorite." Half demanded Agra take Delia down. Putting the tip of his nose together, pushing his wife's body slowly to touch a modern-style wall that contrasts with the classic walls of the hallway he passed before. With breath hunting each other both memag*t.

"We go to the room." Burning in the soul. Delia nodded obediently, and she was swept away in the pleasant heat created every time Agra worshipped her. Carrying then stepped into a luxurious room that was very spacious and soothing to the eyes.

The long, dimly lit passageway turned out to be a secret passage to Agra's childhood room that no one dared to set foot in but Agra's confidant.

The room is dominated by white and silver color that gives an attractive impression to anyone who first saw it. Without exception Delia. Her plump eyes sparkled beautifully as Agra led her to a king-size bed, laying Delia down quietly while winking one eye. The man got up and went to close the door after making sure his wife was in a comfortable position. Pressing the button next to the door handle.

Krass…

Instantly the bright light that previously Delia enjoyed was now changed with the dark room conditions but not completely because the roof that transformed into a starry sky…

"Waaahhh.. It's so beautiful!" Delia. Decakan awe do not elak out of his rannum lips. "I just found out in the mansion there's a place as beautiful as this.." Hurriedly Delia got up from the bed. Scattering into Agra's embrace who stood in the middle of the moonlight bathed in stars while staring inside her. The man smiled slanted. "There are many things that you do not know in this magnificent building like a castle belonging to the Wijaya family, dear.." Although the afternoon has been scorching. But while in the room, anyone can set it to be in the night mood automatically. Vice versa.

"Stop admiring a small part of the uniqueness in the specially designed building to please your husband in my childhood." Agra lifted his wife's chin up.

The woman looked at the perfect sculpture in front of her.

How good would God have created the handsome man who is now her husband.

"You should know. There are more important matters that we have to settle right now." Agra's breath increasingly hunts in his wife's ears. The man pulled Delia's hand. Take him to touch something that has been strained like a high-voltage electrical circuit.

Delia suddenly became in disbelief. How could Agra blatantly tease her non-stop.

"Masss." Draws back the hand that had been forced to touch the most terrible thing in the whole world.

"Don't you always miss her, baby?" Agra grew more and more satisfied when his wife's red face became more obvious.

In the secret room, the two gave to each other. Give each other happiness, complete business that is very important.

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One thing that makes Delia sure that Agra is a good man is, never once did Agra treat her rudely since the beginning of intimate together on her first night. Very inversely proportional to the news out there that branded Agra as a bad man has no heart.

Her recent association with Agra has been enough to break the stigma of society about her husband for herself. Her husband is a good man. Point.

Seriate…

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