Young Master Arogan

London...

The leading global city, which excels in many areas, is a silent witness to Agra's dark journey.

The man who is good at covering up his life story is now setting his feet back to London after many years he focused on developing the family business in Japan.

There is one reason other than attending important meetings with his men scattered in various corners of the city with a lot more value in the eyes of foreign and local tourists. In her heart Agra has the intention to do a pending honeymoon as well as a baby moon before a big wedding party on the title.

The man regretted his decision to hide Delia's status as his wife. Trying to make up for it by giving Delia a little surprise.

His first plan was to take Delia to visit historical sites such as the westminster palace. But given the condition of Delia who was two-bodied, he himself had provided a wheelchair for Delia which was brought specifically by Stella's doctor during the trip to the airport earlier. "Mr.o.d's seat is ready. Go ahead" Alex has got off ahead of that fancy limousine. Standing right in front of the back door with Agra who was also standing next to him prepared to open the door for Delia. "Who is the wheelchair for? No one's sick, right?" Her black eyeballs blinked innocently, glancing to her right and left, and she tried to get back into her husband's luxury car, ascertaining who is in a bad condition because Stella's doctor and two bodyguards trained Agra also participated in the car to anticipate unexpected situations, so Alex's assistant was getting ready with a wheelchair in his grasp, Delia thought. "This is for you, baby. Come sit down, I'll push it." Agra folded his hands together, looking at his wife with a gentle smile. "Mas I'm fine!" His voice rose slightly, pushing the wheelchair slowly in Alex's hand until the man was slightly pushed and pulled Agra's hand to immediately go to the destination. "I don't want you to exhaust Lia. According to me, okay!" Delia shook her head slowly as a sign of rejection. "But I'm still strong my way, baby." Ignoring Delia with a real expression of rejection, Agra lifted up his wife's body. Positioning Delia on a wheelchair that is still loyal in the hands of Alex's assistant. "Mass!!" Delia choked out protests over her husband's treatment which she felt was too excessive. "Pregnant mother does not mean sick person. It's too weird baby, even I can still walk long distances without needing a wheelchair like this." His lips pursed even more when he heard Agra whistling casually while pushing him without regard to protesting from him.

"Doctor Stella please tell my husband that this isn't true and it's too much." Delia tries to find a defense from Stella's doctor who is on her way to the westminster palace.

"Sorry lady, but what Mr. Agra is doing is right. Your pregnancy is at risk. Therefore it would be better in this first trimester to reduce all forms of activities that drain your energy, miss." Stella's doctor bowed respectfully after giving an explanation to Delia who now felt a little disappointed because the support she hoped to get out of her obstetrician was actually not at all. But after that Delia finally realized that maybe all of that was solely a form of concern for Agra to her as well as to the babies in there. " Now you understand, right? What I'm doing is all for your own good, baby." Delia, who had initially been against her husband's treatment, now seemed to show an attitude of acceptance. He cannot be selfish because everything is not only about himself, but also about the safety of the little creature who tries to fight in his womb.

Agra grabbed Delia's chin as the man's steps stopped at one of the thousands of doves that perched around the banks of the Themes river adjacent to one of the city's historic sites That london. The high position of her body made Delia look up at him. "Mas let's see the pigeons there." Point it at a white pigeon that looks different from other pigeons. Delia's cheerful smile was contagious to Agra. The man gently rubbed his wife's cheeks using the back of his hand wrapped in a thick glove. "You likey?"Ask Agra lirih.

"yeah. Thank you mas. I really like the atmosphere of this city. It feels like the air is still natural." Delia wore a matching coat and knit hat. Although not an extreme winter but for those who are accustomed to living in the tropics, the weather in London is quite able to make the body shiver.

Agra aligned his tall body with the wheelchair his wife was sitting in, snapping the buttons of Delia's slightly open coat. "Are you cold?" His tone sounded worried, then Agra took off the gloves he was wearing, rubbed them quickly to create a body temperature centered on the palms, sticking them on both cheeks of Delia who looked pale from the cold. "Ehmm.. Warm." His eyes closed as he felt the warmth begin to spread. "There is an amazing ancient site. I'll take you around in it if you want Lia." Agra pointed to an ancient building typical of the city of London that looks magnificent across the river Themes. From his standing position, he was able to enjoy the beautiful view of the lights that lit up on each side.

"Of course I want to. This was my first time going to London. Even if you allow me, I want to wander around the entire corner of this beautiful city without exception." Delia spoke in an unusually light and relaxed tone. Didn't know that Agra was putting on a dislike face.

Delia could only roll her eyes lazily, reluctant to take her husband's cynical sentence seriously. She herself sometimes feels the attitude of Agra is normal because this is the first pregnancy is also a risk for her. But sometimes even a sense of boredom appears suddenly when the possessive attitude of Agra is increasingly becoming.

"Mas I'm tired. Just go home." The fatigue that came suddenly made Delia lose the enthusiasm that a moment ago came stirring.

"There's still thirty minutes left. Are you sure you want to spend your time inside the villa. Once I arrive at the villa, I will immediately go to take care of the work in a time that I cannot be sure of. Are you seriously going home, hemm?" Delia shook her head slowly. The woman realized that the wheelchair she was riding in now felt very useful for her weak body. "Thank you for bringing me a wheelchair. I just felt the benefit." He said softly while leaning his lung head into the hands of Agra who was holding the wheel chair steering. "Okey we go back to the villa and order food for you as well for our babies. Do you agree?"

With a happy twinkle, Delia nodded surely, hunger suddenly coming as soon as Agra said the word food. "Yes, but.." The woman did not continue her sentence. His eyes were busy looking at the handsome look before him. "But what is hem?" Both of Agra's hands grabbed Delia's shoulders, waiting for the continuation of the disconnected sentence from his wife.

"I want to eat a fruit salad like Mr. Li dear. Since Mr. Li is not coming, I want to make it myself. Can ya?" Delia spoke with an unusually plain face. The dimples on his cheeks appeared on both sides because at the end of the sentence his smile was perfectly fluffy. "Are you sure? In the villa of many servants, why bother you who have exhausted yourself with a bigger stomach Lia?" Delia sighed faintly. Both hands he put on Agra's shoulder. In silence they enjoyed the sound of the stream of Themes. "You going home now?" Once again Agra convinced his wife to spend the remaining time, but the woman remained on the stand to immediately return to the villa as her body suddenly felt tired. "Now it's mas." He answered softly while closing his eyes and leaning on Agra's hand holding the wheelchair handle. "Okay, let's go home."

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There are two murder cases that are sticking out in the city of London at this time, making the membership structure of the mafia gang that he led turbulent.

In this case Agra who entrusted his dark organization in the handle by his confidants is now a little wary. Be alert to situations that might occur. Starting from the members who betrayed but had been caught, also one of his subordinates who leaked all the activities of his organization to the arch-enemy but had fled. Agra himself before departing had ordered his confidants to immediately make a chase, so that as soon as possible know what the underlying motive is so that he can take the next step so that all problems can be resolved without causing new problems in the future.

In addition to the illegal weapons factory, his clandestine organization also handles unsolved murder cases. The turmoil that arises is currently triggered by one of the family members of the murder victim who asked to handle the case of the death of one of the families. But it turns out that none other than the person is the killer himself, under the pretext of reporting a murder case to trick people into not being suspicious of him, he said, the man managed to outwit Agra's right hand while handling the case. "This time we can't take it for granted." His eyes looked far away. In his brain Agra thought that it was wrong to take his wife to London. And somehow the anxiety suddenly appeared just like that, he felt that the trip to London this time would not be as simple and happy as he had previously imagined. "Have there been any developments regarding the person's background?" While examining the new reports of men in charge of spying on people suspected of sending rare poisons, Agra also did not forget to send his trained bodyguards to tighten the security of the villa. There are many things that he must consider in making a decision this time, do not let the wrong move so that it endangers his wife.

"Master all ready. Soon you can interrogate the prisoners directly in the dungeon. I think maybe this has something to do with John's death." Agra only nodded at a glance before getting up and leaving the meeting room of his dark headquarters.