Young Master Arogan

The Descending Herb Temurun

His wide steps stopped in the doorway of the white room. Opening half the door, worried that Delia, who was huddled under the blanket, could be seen by her men. Wearing only trousers, Agra issued a barrage of orders to the two bodyguards who had been standing guard at the door since the last time he and Delia entered the room. "Call Mr. Li immediately. Ask me to bring some warm soup for my wife." One of the bodyguards immediately went towards the end of the hallway, grabbing Handy Talky embedded in the waist uniforms, which were, the bodyguard immediately contacted Mr. Li using a tool to communicate with each other between workers in the mansion. Of course, the spacious building and the distance of one room to another room that is far away requires sophisticated tools to support the smooth functioning of daily activities. Just imagine if all workers do not use Handy Talky as a communication tool…? It is impossible if they have to run each other a very long distance just to bring a message or a short order from the boss.

Agra turned her body, pulled the door handle beside her, closing it back slowly. Since the important activity with his wife was over, since then he also returned the room night mode to its previous feel. White combination silver. While Delia herself did not care about everything that happened because her body now felt crumpled.

At all Agra did not act rude to him, instead the man treated him so gently during their previous love session.But somehow Delia's body felt so tired? Could it be that his self-effect is now two-bodied as the cause?

Delia's hair dangled down because of her position that was too on the edge of the bed.

Agra stepped closer to Delia. Touching his plain shoulder that was plastered for real. Her smile expands observing Delia's beautiful face while sleeping.

The woman's reflexes turned around, until the blanket wrapped around her pol*s body was revealed. Featuring two perfectly poked hills. Challenging the master to climb at the top. "You tease me, baby! Look at him getting back up!" Agra spoke to himself because Delia's eyes were still closing tightly. He went around the bed to the side next to Delia. And without a shadow of a swing it immediately snuck in the blanket, pulling Delia's plan to fuse with the chest of her field already*ng. "I really like the smell of your body." Agra growled sensual words in Delia's ears. Tracing something that swings attached to the chest of his field due to Delia's involuntary reflex movements.

The woman in her sleep let out a faint sigh. Angling Agra to get it. Plied his neck with the mark claimed by the man as the most perfect masterpiece on earth, so often Agra made it strong so that the color that appeared according to his favorite. Purplish red. "Ah.." Delia squirms spoiled while stung down there.

"Mas... you?" There was no time for the woman to protest against Agra who was blocking her body. "You're the one who teased me!" The man smiled smirked. Not caring for his wife's face that held back was upset.

Delia slowly compensated. Shut up and don't talk much. While in his heart, he grumbled. Did this perverted husband forget that Stella's doctor suggested reducing the duration of 'it'?

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Outside the room. Ten minutes ago Mr. Li was ready with a tray containing the order of young master Agra delivered through an inter-phone connection. In the first tap there was no reply, immediately the middle-aged man was a step further back. Waiting for the important affairs of the young master and mistress to be completed.

The door with the unique carving slowly opened. Featuring a fresh figure of Agra while drying hair with a towel. "Get in" he turned to enter the room, without closing the door.

"Okay sir" Mr. Li immediately brought a tray of warm soup on top of it onto the nightstand. "Put it on the table, Mr. Li. My wife is taking a shower." Agra spoke even though Mr. Li had already taken the initiative of putting the soup bowl in place.

A gurgling sound from inside the bathroom rang out to his second ear. "Sorry, the young lady's fashion stylist is preparing clothes and has not yet arrived. Please wait for the lady a few minutes." After passing on the information, Mr. Li remained standing behind Agra who was silently staring by the window, while staring at the small lake in the middle of the park right behind his childhood room. "I haven't visited this place in a long time." His tone turned sad. Looking far away, trying to remember the memories of childhood with the grandfather.

"I always schedule the cleaning section to regularly tidy up this room sir." Agra nodded at a glance. Turning to look at the half-descended Mr. Li. "Always do that, Mr. Li. From now on my wife and I will be here often."

"Good sir." Agra flicked his hand to chase away the remaining sweet memories in the eye crackers while joking with grandfather at the lake. "Go Mr. Li. We will be going to the main house soon. Tell Mama that Delia and I are coming." Agra spoke but his gaze could not be separated from the lake view which was soothing to the eyes. An artificial lake that can be seen from the glass door of the room that is connected directly to it.

Just as Mr. Li closed the door. Delia came out wearing only a small towel wrapped around her beautiful body. The black hair is beautifully seperated in wet conditions. While the child's hair covering his forehead adds a sweet impression to him.

He stared when he realized Agra's eyes like he wanted to swallow it round and round. While the two women's hands hugged tightly a small towel that wrapped his body so as not to fall. Do not know if there are wolves who are ready to pounce on him if he misbehaves. In that instant he also regretted why there was no bathrobe in the toilet. " There was no shirt in this room." Agra blocked his wife's hand when she was about to turn to the bathroom, taking her dirty clothes to wear again because it is not comfortable just using a piece of cloth that is not able to cover both favorite areas of her husband. "Wear this first." Agra grabbed her white shirt strewn across the sofa near her standing. Giving to his wife who feels clumsy with an overly sexy appearance.

"But what will you wear, baby?" Delia seemed to think when Agra's shirt was now in his grasp. "That means..do you want to tease me again with a towel that can't cover this from me? Then, I'll gladly spoil you dear." Agra hugs from behind, rem*s his favorite slow. Staring at his wife full of cravings.

"No!! I'll wear it." The woman half ran with the shirt in her hand towards the bathroom.

"Lia…! Don't long. Soup is almost cold!" Agra laughed because he had succeeded in pranking his wife. Raising his shoulders indifferently as a commonplace attitude Delia rejected him subtly by running away in a dodge-birit. After all, he forced himself on his pregnant wife. Although the man desperately held the desire that always smoldering whenever close to Delia, all of that was certainly worth it to prevent the unwanted things from happening. Delia could be wretched if she had to serve him every time. Nah! Stop over. Enough of the madness he did. Tonight he will soon bring his wife home to the apartment after seeing mom and dad. It doesn't matter if my mom nags her later.

Letting his wife rest peacefully in the apartment is probably the best way. While he must struggle with the work that has been waiting in the workspace.

Tomorrow he will clear up the few remaining problems in the company for Barend's irresponsibility. Hack company systems that cause the performance of the internet as the most important supporting means weakened.

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Missing Maya's status as an employee used to make her a little distance. It turns out that besides the flower shop Maya has a boutique business that she does not know. Tomorrow he will permit on the Agra mas after fitting to stay and take off miss with Maya's mom in his boutique.

"Yes dear.you eat a lot of yes to be healthy and strong.in two weeks your papa mama and husband agree to hold a big reception." The prediction is right about Agra who is planning something important. Slightly stunned, Delia approached the mama who was concocting a hereditary drink of the Wijaya family. "That's what ma?" His eyes were busy observing the mama's hand that was good at concocting traditional drinks. "This drink is good for baby Lia's intelligence. Once enough to drink it, then we will feel the benefits contained in this drink when your grandchildren have been born into the world.." Mama raised a glass that has been filled with brownish liquid. Proposing to Delia who seemed hesitant to drink it. "Drink Lia, mama used to drink this when she was pregnant with Agra." Mama sighed Delia while carrying a glass in hand towards the dining table. "Emh.. but ma mas Agra later nagged if I knew I was drinking that was not the dietitian menu of mama ." Mama sighed. "This drink is a recipe concoction from the great-grandmother, Lia. Nutritionists have also done a reset in the laboratory regarding its safety, and of course this drink is very safe dear. If you don't want to drink it yet, you put it in the fridge." Mom's expression turned grim.

"Don't ma. But... But this is not bitter right ma?"

My smile is perfect. "Of course not dear.The taste of this drink is a blend of sweet and sour. You try first you will definitely like it." Delia gulped roughly, hesitatingly taking out a glass filled with the aroma of spices before her. As a form of respect to his mother-in-law who had worked hard to make a healthy drink, he finally decided to chug while holding his breath until the drink was toilet.

Delia's wry eyes crept softly. His black eyeballs sparkled. "Y…!!! It's really delicious. Lia want another one, okay?" Unexpectedly the woman pranced in excitement after spending the potion of the Wijaya family's descendants.

Slightly sorry to have doubted the nutritious drink concocted mama, Delia squandered hugging mama. "Ma sorryin Lia.." Mama rubbed the darling of her daughter-in-law's back. "It's okay.mama used to be so when she was first forced to drink by her great-grandmother." Mama chuckled feeling Delia's embrace tighten up. "Why are you?" Mama smiled seeing Delia still put on a gloating face. "Mama's reaction used to be worse than yours. Hide somewhere until one of the club houses looks for mama." Delia chuckled as mom told her story while putting on a funny mimic.

"Eeeh... What is this kog hugging everything?" Agra stepped out of the study approaching her two favorite women. "I was drinking a healthy potion made by my mother. It feels so good." Delia explained as she flanked her husband's sturdy arm.

"Ma…?" Agra frowned deeply.

"Yesterday, my mom told you that she wanted to concoct our family's hereditary potion for Delia. Did you forget? " Agra released a hand hug Delia had on her arm. Pull the woman in front of him. Watching from top to bottom. "What do you feel after drinking it?" Agra looked at his wife. From his tone he sounded very worried. "Snake very much mas. I'd like another drink, but Mama says make one." Agra. Delia was forced to sit on the dining chair. "Is it really like that? No lie, right?" Agra tried to read his wife's gesture. Could it be that Delia lied to him because there was still a mama nearby, so she did not dare to speak honestly, she said, then hide something he will regret if he missed something that could have threatened the safety of his wife and babies.

"Issshh... You're accusing me of poisoning my mother's ghost and future grandchildren right?!" Mama furiously pulled Agra's ears to redden.

"Aaahhk ouch. pain. That's not what Agra ma meant." Agra tried to release the pull of your hand on his ear, but the mother tighter pulled it until Agra's ear grew red. "Maa... hurts!!!" Agra's agonizing cry made Delia's body shaken, frowning in laughter which eventually exploded as well. "You really mas. mama has worked hard to make the potion you even accuse mama who is not-no. Even if I were a mama, maybe Agra's ears would've been severed." Agra glared anxiously at his wife. Instead of helping from Rani's mother's tantrums, even Delia was satisfied to see her miserable. "Observe ye!!" Threatening Agra that Delia greeted with a mocking smile.

"Who's afraid!!" Without the woman realizing her husband's revenge plan had been neatly arranged in the man's brain.

"Ma has really hurt this! See what time it is? We need to get back to the apartment. Agra a lot of work ma Delia should also immediately rest.. please release ma." Agra tries to give up by whining like a baby. "Mama let you go this time. Not for another day. Remember that!!!" Mama's impact made Agra shrivel a little. "Yes-iya my dear mother.do not be angry ma... if you are not angry, promise the day after we stay here after fitting clothes." Agra winks, seduces mama Rani.

"You're this. It's not that mom doesn't like Delia staying at the mansion. But do not just for the sake of seducing your mother you ignore the condition of your wife. Did you forget Delia was pregnant, see her stomach was already starting to look. That means you have to take extra care of it. For now mama is okay if Delia feels comfortable in the apartment, maybe it's baby-carried. So for the sake of security you better reduce taking your wife on long-distance trips. Mama really hopes Delia can stay in the mansion to accompany mama always. But you're more worried about the safety of your mother's daughter-in-law and grandchildren." Hearing the form of attention of mama Rani Delia glazed over. Squeezing his hands together, holding back tears from falling on his cheeks. Yet failed. The clear water had washed his beautiful face.

"Lia.." cried mama, clasping Delia's hand on the dining table. "Why are you crying, baby?"Agra rubbed his wife's hair gently.

"Thank you for loving Delia so sincerely."

Feeling loved is a dream for every woman. Delia approached the mother who was sitting in her front seat. Embracing the middle-aged woman's affection.

Agra was only able to shake his head to watch the two who were dissolved in the atmosphere without caring about himself who was also in that place.

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