AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
The Broken Hearts by The Love (A Heart Wounded by Love)

"Go," he said. His head is still down.

"I'll just wait here." Agam.

"I told you to go, yes you have to go. You just wait outside." This time his voice grew louder. But still down.

"What if I keep waiting here? The air outside the room was cold, not good for me. I'm still recovering from the injury, you know," he said relaxed. Even sitting in a chair and staring fixed figure who seemed angry.

"Don't look at me."

"It's my eyes, it's up to me where I want to look" he replied.

"Don't hold that!" agam's hand spontaneously held Linda's hand which was about to reach for the cracked glasses.

Grep, the man's hand is back in Linda's hand. Linda's surprised. Spontaneously he pulled it.

"Don't touch me" he said.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want that broken glass to hurt your pretty --," hand. Agam continued in his heart.

And all yours is so pretty.

The man who was drunk in love still adored Linda in his mind while staring at the back who was currently cleaning his things from a small closet. There were only a few internal clothes and clothes of his when he first came to that narrow and cold place.

Linda did not have time to bring anything when she was arrested by the police at her home.

"Change your clothes" the voice again provoked his soul and body. Shown again as the man's burly hands opened and tore his clothes forcibly until his body was plain and undignified again.

"To-please don't say much, I-I hate your voice ...," he said.

"Sorry, I'll wait outside." Agam. He stopped waiting in the room when he caught the clear eye back in glass.

Agam leaned his body on the pole, the atmosphere of the office had begun to desolate. Some lights in the room have been extinguished, but his ears can still clearly capture the printer machine that is still actively spewing ink in one room but somehow in which room.

He palpated back the scar of the operation and the stitches in his stomach. It's okay, her mind.

"This is sick and not okay .., murmured Agam as he felt his chest feel hot. He could not accept the look of hatred that emanated from the eyes of the woman who was now standing in the doorway, carrying a small bag, and without wearing glasses.

"I'm done," he said.

Agam then allowed Linda to walk in front, symbolized by her hand that stall.

"You're ahead" Linda said.

"No, ladies first," said Agam.

Linda did not answer, she stared. Who would want to walk while being followed by a man he hates?

"All right, a men are the leaders (well, a man is a leader). Agam started walking through the corridor.

"Wait," from a considerable distance came the voice. Gorgeous back to back.

"You're actually walking or crawling anyway?" he pulled the bag Linda was holding.

"Your legs are too long, walking like running," he grumbled.

"Ha -." Not so laugh, can only smile, and step slowly. Until he got up and complained.

"Oh," Agam said as Linda hit his back. Quickly he turned his body.

"Hati-ha-." Can't continue his words. Because Linda had interrupted him with a word that kept his heart warm for a moment.

"Sorry, sir." Seraya.

"Let's just walk side by side" said Agam.

Agam and Linda sighed. Hardly believe in the fact that walking down the corridor would be this difficult.

Why is it so hard?

Isn't walking in the corridor not the first time for them?

"Mom LB? Mr Agam? You two seem to be in harmony" said Aiptu Joey who is currently standing in front of the leadership room.

He had been observing Agam and Linda as their figures appeared in the corridor and walked side by side so slowly.

Aiptu Joey even squinted his eyes because he just saw someone walking stiff and slow. Though physically, Agam and Linda are of course normal.

"I want to meet the leader immediately" said Agam.

"Come," take Aiptu Joey.

"You're also in Bu LB, too" added Aiptu Joey when he saw Linda was just sculpting.

After greeting each other, shaking hands and greeting each other, Agam and Linda finally sat down on the chair that had been offered.

"This is me returning the box" said the leader.

Linda's surprised. He knew the box. Yes, the box is a question box in which there are many strange statements about the assassination attempt on Mr. Bahir Finley Haiden who is the commissioner and owner of the HGC.

"Thank you" said Agam.

"I have prepared a special team to investigate this matter and work with the private directive" the leader explained.

"I entrust everything to you" said Agam.

"Mom LB?" the leader looked at Linda.

"Sa-I Sir." He stood up, lowered his head and sat back in his chair.

"I hope you can return to being achor news, it feels like there is less when the one who brings the news is not LB, less fierce. Yeah, that one right now is also pretty, and lithe. But, my colleagues and I prefer you," said the Commander.

The commander smiled at Linda with his instincts without realizing that behind his desk was a hand clenched with a stiffening vein that was ready to hit.

"Hahhh, I drink," he said. Drinking 600 cc of mineral water in a hurry. Somehow he felt unwilling if LB was stared at and praised by another man. His chest was hot, and it turned out that mineral water had not been able to relieve the current Agam squeeze.

"Thank you for your appreciation, sir. I will work hard to get back on OUR TV, someone has promised me to fix everything" Linda said.

Linda quiet. He was lazy to respond if it was about the man beside him. The man whose scent of perfume made his nose almost fall asleep. Yes, sitting next to Agam made him feel if the man was wearing a perfume that he had never tasted before. The fragrance is fresh and masculine, but not as stinging as men's perfumes in general.

"Oiya, here's your wallet and your phone. Then this BC (Black Card) belongs to Pak Agam."

"Thank you." Say Linda and Agam in unison.

"Sir, this is a case-revocation file that needs to be filled out." Aiptu Joey handed over a considerable number of fomulirs.

"Okay, I'll fill it." Grabbing it quickly, could not bear to linger seeing the woman who had warmed her body stared at for a long time. Worse, now it's not just the Commander who stole a look at Linda. But, coupled with Aiptu Joey.

"Can I fill it at home?" tanyakanya.

"Sorry sir, this is not PR" said Aiptu Joey.

Siaal, his mind grumbled.

A few minutes later ....

After the task is done and shake hands.

"Let's go," unconsciously pulled Linda's hand and hurried quickly left the room.

Aiptu Joey and the Commander could only shake their heads, just before they were flabbergasted to see the handwriting of the HGC's main secretary being so neat and slick. Though clearly it was (when writing) there was a look of displeasure on his face.

"Sir Agam, sakiiit, let go!" Linda clasped her hands while trying to compensate for Agam's footsteps.

"Shut up," he insisted.

"What's wrong with you? Aahh ...," he groaned as he was in the elevator to the first floor. Linda stroked her wrists reddened.

"Sorry." Said Agam.

"You're rude." Said Linda.

"And you spread the charm" interrupted Agam.

"What?! Whatchu mean?! Who's the charm, hahh?" he really doesn't understand.

"Enough, there is no need to discuss anymore" he explained.

"Look," opened the car door next to the wheel when they were in the parking lot.

"I'm in the back, I don't want to sit next to you."

"Mrs Linda!" snapped it.

"On the back bench a lot of stuff," he explained.

"The reason" said Linda. He opened the back door, and ....

Bruuk, it's true that in it there are many files, in the form of paper and even a printer. In the trunk there is a Agam suit that hangs neatly. Now, about a ream of paper burst out from the door Linda opened.

"Arrghh, what do I say?!" Agam upset.

"Sorry," inevitably he helped Agam to rearrange the paper. And tension occurs when they are one-hearted motion. A paper was taken by Agam and Linda simultaneously.

Grep, the hand that on that fateful day once fused and held each other firmly, is now reunited despite its different position. Agam gripped the delicate hand for a while, and Linda did not refuse. But finally LB realized, blinked and took another paper.

"We go to optics" Agam said as they were already in the car and the car had been traveling at moderate speed.

"For what?"

"You need glasses, right?"

"No need" he answered.

"Not for you, but for your beautiful eyes .." she said. The beautiful word spontaneously spoken in his mind.

Siaal, am I not sane? Do I have to consult mental issues as well as Young Master?

The whole journey was filled with silence. It's been three optics they've been through, but they've closed.

"Until when will we look for optics?" ask Linda.

"See you."

"But it's night."

"You sleepy? Just sleep."

"No, I'm not sleepy, but what if the middle doesn't even find the optics open?"

"Hahaha, I'll keep looking for him until tomorrow morning" she said.

"Hard-headed," Linda muttered slowly. He thought Agam was serious.

"Whatdidyou say? Hard what? What's hard?" the question is so compelling and urgent.

"No, don't talk anymore."

"Hmm, well I'm not forcing. But ... I am identical to the hard one. Said the Young Master, I'm a hard worker, my mother said I'm stubborn, my sister said I like violence because I master martial arts and dueling, and my muscles are hard."

"Enough, I didn't ask that question. Why did Mr Agam take it so badly?"

"Bawls? Hahaha, I also don't know why I'm this open? Maybe, because I've opened it before you. Sorry ... for the umpteenth time," he said while stealing a glance at the rearview mirror.

"I'm not going to forgive you, before you put things back the way they were. Restore my chastity, my career, and my good name."

"Even if you don't forgive me, I will still apologize. Until anytime. Until my lips can't speak anymore" said Agam.

Linda looked down, she was back sobbing. Agam's hand was floating in the air, wanting to feel like he was stroking the sobbing shoulder all the way.

I know you're hurt. Linda ... I was also very hurt. Can we treat these wounds together? I hurt because of love, while you .. You hurt because of me.

❤❤ Connect ....