AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
Something Sweet Doesn't necessarily Produce a Sweet Jua

This is the fifth optic. Just like the previous optics this time it was closed. Closed, so the writing is printed on a small glass sign attached to the optical front fence.

"Hoaam," the drowsiness began to come attacking. Agung closed his mouth as he yawned. Stop the car on the shoulder of the road.

10.27 PM.

It was written on the small screen of his car dashboard. He smiled when he saw the beautiful woman beside him sleeping. I don't know since when Linda fell asleep. Agam did not realize it.

Linda's head looked up, her hands drooping. His lips were slightly open, until the tip of his white teeth was seen peering. Again, Agam had to praise the name of his Lord again, to neutralize a sudden despair that came and pounded his chest.

He turned his face, long staring at Linda made his body heat up. In fact, this is a golden opportunity. Yes, when Linda falls asleep, she won't get angry if Agam looks at her any longer.

Very slowly and carefully, Agam arranged the position of the chair Linda occupied as comfortably as possible. Then cover it with a fine blanket that is always available in his car.

I have to make sure this woman is pregnant or not. At least I can't let it go until the lunar cycle comes. If she is not pregnant, then the surgery should be done immediately. If she's pregnant?

Agam's mind instantly became deadlocked. The mountainous regret now weighed on him again. If only he had not lulled and spilled it there, maybe .. today also he could have directly taken Linda abroad to perform the surgical procedure.

Now ... There was another burden on his mind. For some reason, she always felt that her hot lava on that day would make the woman pregnant, and if it did, if it did, that is, he must be responsible for the birth and inner for the soul that might develop in his womb.

What's to be done?

How do I explain all this to my mother?

How do you deal with the media?

How to deal with OUR TV?

Right now, he has a dark history because of the slander. Then, what happens if the media knows that he raped a famous presenter.

So the public will be the dogs, and the HGC will be polluted. Yes, Young Master Deanka has indeed known his loss, but .. on top of the Young Master's position, there is a board of directors and commissioners. If they knew it wasn't impossible if he would be fired.

The only safe way to deal with this problem is to silence LB to keep his mouth shut, restore his chastity and make him active again in the entertainment world that has raised his name.

Not feeling the gate of his house is now in sight. Agam just sculpting, he was confused where to start.

"Sir Agam?"

A gatekeeper went outside and opened the way. He was surprised because there was someone else beside Agam and it was a woman. The guard's eyebrows fused even more when he felt that he was familiar with the woman's face. But, who is it?

"Sstt ...." Agam put his index finger on his lips, then put his car into a super spacious garage in the basement of his house. The garage was not visible from the outside.

"Mrs Linda ..," he said.

Trying to wake her up after a few minutes of staring at her and enjoying her beauty.

Linda is very good. Stayed a few nights in a special cell, making him unable to sleep, and Agam's car turned out to make him comfortable to sleep.

Agam had to carry the almost perfect body to the elevator. Then press the number two with a little difficulty because there is Linda on her arm. Seen from the outside of the house Agam only consists of two floors. Even though if calculated with the basement can be said there are three floors.

On the second floor there are 3 rooms, and four rooms. Agam room, Gama room, guest room facing the library room, mosque, home theater and sport room.

"Down me!" linda shouted as they just got out of the elevator.

Linda looked and circulated her gaze. The house is very clean and tidy. The furniture and furniture inside is dominated by white.

"You should have woken me up" his face pouted completely.

"I've been trying, but Ms. Linda is very tired and sound, so my --," is not finished.

"Should Mr. Agam try hard, aren't you a hard worker?" said.

And when Agam will speak.

"Kruwuuk." Linda's stomach interrupts.

"Hahaha," Agam's lips were hard to clench.

He spontaneously laughed and at that time Linda's cheeks blushed red. Unthinkable shame, Linda lowered her head. His hands pressed against his stomach, he was afraid that the stomach did not know itself again.

"Where?" ask Linda.

"To the dinner table," said Agam.

"Sir please, can't just eat here, I'm not ready to meet anyone in this house."

"Where do you eat? On the balcony, the library, in front of the mosque, in the room, the gym or want to while watching a movie?" tanyakanya.

Agam turned his back on Linda and kept his distance. She doesn't want Linda to be angry anymore.

"I'm confused" Linda looked down. But I'm hungry, her mind.

"All right, come with me. I'll show you a room."

There's no other reason for Linda except to.

"Well, here's your room. Dealing with the library. Consider it your own room." Agam opened the door of the room.

"When am I here?" ask Linda. His eyes are now circling the room which is essentially very nice and elegant with two monochrome paintings in one corner of the wall.

"Until I know that you're not pregnant."

"W-what? Do you want me to be pregnant?"

"If you are pregnant, yes we make another agreement for the problem. One thing is for sure, if you're really pregnant, don't try to abort it, or--."

"Or what?" ask Linda.

"Or I will be angry" replied Agam.

"Hopefully I don't ha--," Linda lowered her head, even to say that Linda's tongue was suddenly confused.

"I'll bring the food here, the matter, we'll discuss it later." Agam.

Before going to the dinner table, Agam typed something on his phone.

"Favorite food presenter LB." Search.

"There are no specifications of foods that LB likes, which is obviously his favorite snack is fruits and nuts, especially peas and almonds."

That's the information Agam got from the search engine. Pensively pensive in front of the refrigerator, the worker in his house was asleep. Even though at the dining table there are many menus, but he was confused about which one to choose.

Because in the refrigerator there are boiled peas, Agam has an idea. Agam is used to cook alone when workers at his house are on vacation.

Agam makes osengan alakadarnya with raw materials peas, and mushroom, and omelet contents of abon. He smiled when there was a fruit salad in the fridge. Now just pleting.

"Why long?" muttered Linda who had been pacing back and forth in the room.

He had not dared to lay himself on the comfortable-looking mattress for fear that Agam would suddenly enter. His heart beat when he heard footsteps approaching the room.

The more careless when the room door opened, it appeared that the man he hated carrying a tray containing a menu that was still steaming and fruit salad.

"Sorry wait, I'll cook for a while. Sorry if it's not good." He put the tray on the table.

"Sir Agam" said Linda.

"Yes?" Agam.

"Please don't pretend to be kind and considerate of me."

"What?!" Agam sighed.

Though I have tried as sweet as possible, but .. something sweet does not necessarily produce sweet.

Inner Agam back puitical.

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