AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
Yes Right She's LB

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Hello my reader, sorry to disturb his comfort. How are you today? May all be in good health, Aamiin.

Sorry, AGAPE's up schedule is irregular, because the focus is also on Love Story in Covid-19 Pandemic. If you like, stop by. Love Story in Covid-19 Pandemic is based on a true story, but the source does not want to be published.

Nyai wrote this story as a memento if in the era of 2019 to date, the world and Indonesia are struggling against the corona.

Because of the corona, there are many lives lost, there are many wasted togetherness, there are many theories and conspiracies, there are slandered and corrupted, there are also those who suffer and lose their livelihoods. And there are many other things that are actually interesting to peel thoroughly.

The story is very light, but the conflict is real, by reading Love Story in Covid-19 Pandemic, a little, nyai hope to give a little picture if in this pandemic era there is nothing good. There is a soul that is always longing and exhausted, and there is a body that is tormented by the loss of a loved one.

Mr. Agam, Ms. Linda, sorry.

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"I'm sincere, I'm not pretending to be considerate," at a glance Agam looked at him, then lowered his head again.

"Don't expect me to be touched" he said as he approached the nightstand as his intestinal peristalsis became more wrapped around asking to be filled.

"Hmm, funny." Agam.

"What?! Who's the funny one?! Me?!" Linda looked at Agam, and the man was staring at the peas.

"you? No, I mean the funny thing is glass pods."

Agam smelled a smile. Though Agam felt funny because he saw the expression of Linda who seemed to want to rush to eat his homemade menu.

"There's no strange feeling."

Linda approached the tray for a moment to look for the cuteness of the peas. The closer the smell gets the more tempting.

"Kruwuuk," the sacred voice rang again.

"No, I didn't hear anything" said Agam.

"This stomach ...." Linda wanted to press her stomach.

"Don't" said Agam.

"I'm scared --." Not so talking, he was afraid Linda was angry.

Linda understood, too, but she said nothing.

"Thank you, it looks good" he said.

"Together, excuse me, enjoy yourself," Agam passed.

Deg, surprised when Linda called him.

"Wait on."

"L-yes, what's wrong?" but he didn't look.

"Can anyone lend me a shirt?" tanyanya doubt.

"There, for a while I'll lend my sister clothes. There are a lot of new clothes he hasn't worn." Agam passed and of course without looking.

"So she has a sister?" linda murmured just before she started enjoying the menu. Agam's family life is rarely exposed to the media.

After praying, he began to chew.

"Enaaak," he said.

"It's definitely not him who cooks, doesn't believe." Chewing while babbling.

"Why can it fit? Peas are my favorite." The habit of talking to yourself begins to recur.

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"Gama, this is Brother." Agam said when he was in front of the door of Gama's room. The room is next to the mushola.

He saw a clock in his right hand. At 00:08 local time.

"He must have slept" he murmured. Having no other choice, Agam finally took his own clothes that had never been worn.

Definitely not enough, but this material is comfortable to use for sleep. His inner.

But ... underneath? Agam thought.

Yes already. Agam massaged the trunk of his nose.

He tapped on the room Linda was in after finding a suitable shirt.

"If it's not comfortable don't wear it, it's my shirt. But for God's sake, I never wore it," she reached out as Linda opened the door. Agam stays outside, meaning that Linda feels comfortable.

"I take it." Take quickly.

Bruk, close the door. Pretty tight until Agam jumped.

Linda noticed the shirt. An ordinary T-shirt designed by a world-class designer. He had just finished his meal a minute before Agam knocked on the door.

Linda looked at the clothes Agam had given her, and Agam was staring at the door that Linda had closed.

Now the two are staring at the ceiling of their respective rooms, contemplating all the events that have passed today while closing their eyes.

Linda is crying again. As he turned on the phone, there were hundreds of messages and dozens of calls. He was confused which one to open first. He was also afraid that the messages would corner him.

After he was sure then he dared to open a message from Berli's father.

"Son, sorry. Sorry I can't look at you. Sorry I can't help you. The day you were taken, the night the executive producer and production manager came to our house. They came at the behest of the editor-in-chief. Son, our house is confiscated. So, Dad, Mom and your sister for a while stayed at the tavern. For the reason of his suffering, I can't explain."

Linda then tried to call her father and mother, but was not active. There were dozens of calls from production managers, but they didn't give a message. The editor-in-chief contacted him, but did not write any messages. The only person he could contact for now was Bagas Permana, his personal manager.

But, it's already night, Bagas must be hard to call. When he sleeps, the man is like a carcass. Bagas was Linda's underclassman when they were in high school. But she's the same age as Linda.

Linda chose Bagas to be her manager because he was sympathetic. Bagas difficult to get a job, but chose to marry young and now has two children who are still small.

Linda crying hugging bolsters. This room is so foreign, his eyes again difficult to shut. Regret is mounting and it is back.

If he did not agree to Mr. Yohan's request. If he had not chided an Agam, if the man had not taken away his chastity.

And if the most shameful thing was that at that time he could hold himself back so that he could not moan, hug his back and caress his hair. It was a surprise that in the end he wanted to be treated like that.

"Tidaaak," he shouted.

"Huuu .. father ... mother ... Yolla ... Yolay ...."

While crying, he then opened the latest news about the program News and Crime that he usually brought. Surprised when he found out that Deasy Monickta or commonly called Monik had dethroned his position.

Monik is a friend and co-worker who once betrayed him. It was the moniker that framed and reunited him with the politician.

"Monik, you must be happy now" he murmured.

Linda again sobbed, when an article reported that she was now suddenly lost. The motive for the disappearance was allegedly frustrated due to his scandal with a politician with the initials RP.

One more thing, because it is suspected of violating the contract of work with TV KITA, he was rumored to have sold his parents' house as one of the guarantees to pay the fine.

"Yes Rabb, does this have anything to do with the info from Dad? Dad said he lives in a store now. Why is this so? All because of you, I hate you, hate you, huuks ...."

And it turns out ....

Outside the room Agam could hear Linda crying. Having trouble sleeping, Agam decides to read a book in the library.

"Mrs Linda opened the door" he said.

Deg, LB was surprised then approached towards the door.

"Let's make the deal tonight, too," said Agam from outside.

"You're the one who released the bad news about me, right?!" linda said, still taking cover behind the door.

"What news?! I didn't do anything but ask the police to hide you, let's open the door. We talk," said Agam.

"No, for now I don't want to meet you" he said.

And Agam chose to stay away from the room after hearing if Linda's sobbing was getting smaller, smaller and milling. All that remains is the silence of the evening before morning, the clanging of the clockwork of the walls, and the coolness that comes from the AC machine in some corners of the room.

I chose to open my laptop when I arrived in my room. He began to type in agreement points. She was inspired to make a pact from a teenage girl who is now the wife of her best friend and boss.

...ABB and LB Wedding Letters...

"LB in ABB escort until the monthly cycle of LB arrives."

"The surveillance place is ABB's home."

"If LB isn't pregnant, then LB will have surgery soon."

"One hundred percent operating costs are borne by ABB."

"ABB is responsible for helping LB to work again, compensate for all fines during LB does not work, and bear the entire cost of living LB family."

"If LB is pregnant, then ...."

For a moment Agam thought, his fingers just glued on the keyboard.

If you are pregnant, will you marry me? But .., you hate me so much. I can't force someone who doesn't love me to marry me.

Inner Agam raging. Really, from then until now, he loved LB. But .., his love is unrequited. LB hate. He took a deep breath, his fingertips began to move.

"If LB gets pregnant, it'll be talked about again later."

"During ABB's home, the LB must not communicate with anyone except ABB and ABB's permission, if the LB violates, then ABB has the right to take a stand."

Print ....

He crawled to bed, still contemplating his fate. Agam was trying to gather energy to face his mother and sister. He should be honest with his mother about his mistakes. He must give understanding to Gama. And there's one more thing, what about the workers in her house? Can keep a secret.

Agam back in a rage. He then went to wash his hands and change the wound. He looks skilled, as if he is used to it. There was no problem with the scar, not getting wrapped seemed to be okay. I am thankful because he is okay. Nanum he can not do push-ups before going to bed.

***

"Bu .. sorry ...."

After the morning prayer in his prayer. He grabbed Mom's hand and kissed her long ago. Agam's head is seen attached to the lap of Mother who is still sitting tight and has not taken off her face. Gama had left earlier.

Nadia's mother let Agam's head linger on her lap. She stroked the beautiful hair of her eldest son and said, "Is your future wife here?"

The head he was behind nodded.

"What?! Why don't you tell me?! Mom wants to meet him. Who is he, son?!"

Mother shrugged her son's dashing shoulders that looked sturdy. Staring at Agam with sparkling eyes. Can't believe his son was serious.

"Mother .. I have something to explain. But ... This might be hard for you to accept. I will not force you to forgive me. But please, give me a chance to fix everything Mom .... I know what I'm doing is a big sin, but .. I want to repent. I-."

"Sstt, what do you mean, don't beat around the bush, say it quickly."

Mother Nadi's eyes had already poured out his rudeness and sadness, he had even held his chest just in case.

Doubtfully bowed, he grabbed back Mom's hand and placed it on her chest. He tried to look at the soft eyeballs of the mother who was trying to turn away from him.

"I'm hard to say, but .. I have no other choice" he said. Now her eyes and my eyes have met.

"Quick, say!" Mom started to be firm.

"I-I raped ...."

"WHAT?!" at once he brushed off Agam's hand, immediately prostrating and crying.

"Yuu ... Oh Allah ...," he cried.

"Sorry Mom ...." Holding Mom's shoulder.

Mother brushed aside, she moved her shoulders many times, her cries getting louder, until Gama came and pointed a strong finger at Agam's shoulder.

"What's Mom doing?!" snapped it.

Gama grabbed Mom's body, Mom cried in Gama's arms.

"Mother .. I haven't explained everything. Gama, you go first, Brother wants to talk to Mom one-on-one" said Agam.

"No! I'm just here. I'm a big boy too, I deserve to know!" emphatically.

"Grama! Brother said you go outside first!"

Agam grabbed Gama with full strength until Mother separated from Gama's decapitation. Agam drags Gama. It was a little brother-sister fight.

"Ofetish! You guys want to kill Mom, right?!" shouted Bu Nadi.

Agam was speechless, no doubt one powerful blow from Gama landed smoothly on his chest. Quite ordinary, his chest had been tight and sore for a long time, the blow seemed to be meaningless.

"What your brother said. You go outside!" shouting Mother.

"But-But Ms. ..," Gama sculpted.

"Gamaaa," Mother's eyes dominated and cornered.

"Bad I'm out."

With an annoyed face and clenched hands, Gama left the mushola.

"Don't let your sister know that you're doing this abomination" Mother's voice trembled.

"Mothers are wrong, I-Mum can't guide and look after you. I-Mom thought you were a good boy, ta-but .. huuks .... Why Nak? Why did you do it? Did you intentionally want to kill Mom?!"

Stammering as she reached back to Mom's hand, she explained everything. Throughout Agam telling me, Mother continued to sob while holding her chest. Mother feels pain to hear her son being reviled and slandered, but Mother does not justify the act of Agam stealing the sanctity of a girl.

Mom was wailing, and at that moment, Agam pulled Mom's foot and prostrated himself to the place where heaven was.

"Sorry Mom .... I'm sorry, I'll be the only one responsible for my mistakes. I will not drag the names of Mom and Dad before God. It's purely my fault. My mother and father had taught me religious, moral and moral education, and my mother and father had done their duty. It's purely my fault."

Agam hugged Mom's leg tightly. Although he did not cry, but the inner workings of the handsome man were deeply hurt and suffering. Agam's glasses came off when Mom pulled her leg.

"It's heaven on Mom's soles for the other Mother, not my feet" she explained.

Agam grabbed back his glasses with trembling hands.

"Until now I won't forgive you, but I'll give you a chance to take responsibility. Where is he? I want to meet and talk, who is he? Whose son?"

"Mom-Mom knows her, but she doesn't know Mom."

"You mean?!"

"That woman, LB ...."

"WHAT?! LB?! Lb presenter?!"

Mother's lips again gaping, information from Agam back to pound and tear his heart.

"Yes, Mom. Right, he's LB. Linda Berliana's."

"Huusks ...." Mom came back crying.

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