AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
The Special Scene [Warning!!]

Agam can only regulate breath, when hearing the ASI pump machine. Linda covered. Of course not visible to Agam. ASI only got a little, Linda looks sad, her tears dripped.

"Why baby?" ask Agam. Sit on Linda's side.

"it's a little bit," he lamented.

"Sorry, is that because of me?"

"meaning?"

"Emm, what's because of the lack of stimulation?"

"What?"

Linda pinched Agam's nose. How can you think in that direction? There was just something, he thought.

"Doctor said I was stressed." While venturing to look at Agam, previously Linda did not dare to meet because she was still upset.

"When do you get home from the hospital?" ask Agam. Look back at Linda's eyes.

"Tomorrow" Linda replied.

"Emm, dear ... Now that I am unemployed, is it okay?"

"It's okay" Linda replied. Then break down. Agam. They're dealing. One blanket.

"The plan is, I want to buy a house in this area. That is, our home dear. For a while, I'm not going home to town."

"When is the BRN trial?"

"Two days, are you worried?"

Agam unites his forehead. But I dare not do anything else. I was afraid Linda was angry.

"Again? No, I know Mr. Agam can deal with it."

His head slightly shifted, Agam's breath and the smell of mint coming out of the man's mouth made Linda rustle.

"Why, El?"

"It's okay" Linda replied, a little nervous.

Wet and fragrant Agam hair adds to the impression of sex. Her husband is accused.

"El," said Agam, again getting closer to the head.

"Hmm," Linda replied, closing her eyes.

"I want to know, where are you live streaming? Sorry, I'm angry and jealous. Your arms are open, baby. If you're disappointed with the hatters, but .. don't do that again yeah."

"On the top floor of this hospital. I-iya, sorry. But ... Dad too, why say that?" Pouty.

"I told you that because I was jealous and angry. Honey, I won't force you to close your body when you're not ready. But at least, don't be too open. Let me see your beauty, okay?" said.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry ...."

"Can't you call me Paren, or Maga?"

"Emm, I'd rather call Maga, but .. calling you is more convenient" Linda said.

"Yes, it's up to you" can't be held apparently. Agam kisses Linda's lips fast.

"Muach."

"Sir, I mean Maga, I don't want to in--."

Be late. Agam Ben Buana can't control himself. Linda was silenced by something flavored with refreshing mint.

"Mr ...." Languid Linda.

Wanted to refuse, but .. This is too sweet and warm.

Linda resigned. But he didn't reply. Linda let Agam snatch her away on her own. Agam is not out of reason. He gently pressed Linda's chin to give her maximum space. To be able to explore each side.

For a long time, Linda was affected. His feet are tight. His hands spontaneously held the sprai. His breathing was increasingly irregular especially when Mr. Dirut's hands began to creep somewhere.

Wanted to refuse, but.

In reality, Linda's body also needs caresses and affection. Especially after the SC operation. According to research, a husband's fondling can accelerate post-SC healing, stimulate breast milk production, and make the wife more eager to maximize her role as a mother.

"Mmc ... It's magazine."

Linda cupped Agam's cheeks after the man ventured all over the corners of his sense of taste.

Then rubbing the natural red lips of Agam who looks moist and wet. Agam smile. The burden on his chest seemed to evaporate when he felt the pleasure of Linda's breath that fused with it.

"W-are you satisfied?" ask Linda. Fizzy cheeks.

"But baby, I still want to feel the others" seduced Agam.

"Patience" said Linda.

He rubbed the chest of the field of Agam whose pajamas only dikancikan two pieces at the bottom. The top is left open, and it .. looks recriminatory. Its fine fur stretches beautifully from here to the end there. Uhh, there's torn bread there, staying sprinkled with jam and the like. Definitely delicious.

Linda giggled softly, she had a chance to think a no-no. Immediately closed his mouth and changed his facial expression to make Agam unsuspecting.

But ... failed.

Mr. Dirut has caught the gelagat his wife.

"Why, hmm? Do you want to say hello?" ask Agam.

"W-what? Greet who?" Linda nervous.

"Hahaha, I know what you saw" whispered Agam.

"Issh, you misunderstood. I saw my belly," elak Linda.

"Related?" goda Agam's.

"Relieve it," said Linda.

Then Agam's phone rang, there was a call from Mr. Yudha.

"Because, I picked up the phone first." Agam.

Linda's eyes bought. He hides under the blanket. Heart's churning.

Why yes?

Did Linda see the sighting behind Mr. Dirut's pajamas? I don't know.

"Everything is ready, sir," Yudha said on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, thank you, sir. Don't forget one more thing, sir. No one is allowed into the treatment room until I allow it, please coordinate with the team of doctors" he said.

"Well" said Mr. Yudha.

Then Agam closed the call. Then back to bed. Smiling at Linda who was hiding.

Wh why? Think Agam.

His black and firm eyebrows frowned. Then he knows the cause. Must be because ....

Get in the blanket. They locked their bodies invisible.

"Maga, don't get close, my stomach still hurts." Linda's voice was heard behind the blanket.

"What help?" Linda's voice, trembling.

"Honey .., interaction in the form of making out and making out other than in the area between the navel to the wife's knee when menstruating or puerperal, the law is halal," Agam said.

"Hmm" Linda said.

"Sorry sorry yes, but .. I have to say this."

"Tell me," said Linda.

From the movement of the blanket, it seemed like they were hugging.

"Emm, look El, the lucky believer is .. the one who always keeps his k e m a l u a n and does not channel it, other than to his wife. That is, as long as the husband uses the wife's body to achieve or achieve 'it, ' then it is not considered reprehensible. In contrast to the man who sought 'it' by adultery with other women or using assistance other than by his wife," Agam's voice sounded increasingly raucous.

"I-I, understand," Linda's great-grandson.

"So, can you help me, my dear?" ask Agam.

No answer heard. Just a smooth movement behind the blanket.

What the hell's going on? I don't know.

It seems, the charm of Agam Ben Buana is too strong so that Lindapun.

And Agampun in the end .. tired.

Why tired? How can?

Because after a while passed, there was the sound of moans and moans of Mr. Dirut. At first, Mr. Dirut's voice sounded slow. But next ... It's like it's not the usual Agam.

Several times Mr. Dirut also called Linda's name.

"O-oh El ...."

"Oh ..., sa-honey-ku ....."

"Li-Lin-daahhh ...."

Why is Mr Dirut so? Why do you keep calling Linda? Linda was with him. I don't know. It's weird, isn't it?

Seriously, Mr. Dirut seems very tired. That's why they mess up like that.

Instead of being curious, let's go there, into the blanket. To see what's going on in it. Skips.

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"There is a drug that must be injected at 01:00" said Sister who is currently standing in front of the treatment room.

"It's not antibiotics, is it?" ask Dr. Rita.

"No, Doc."

"Sorry, postpone it first. Can, right? Inside there was Mr. Agam. Looks like they're having a problem" explained Dr. Rita.

"Yes, right, Sus. Please understand," added Mr. Yudha.

"Well, we'll excuse you."

Mr. Yudha and doctor Rita giggled after the sisters left.

"What are they doing?" said doctor Rita.

"Where do I know, Doc," interrupted Mr. Yudha.

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Let's go back to the treatment room.

Wait, where are they?

There was neither Linda nor Agam in bed. There are only blankets and upper Agam pajamas.

Oh, they must be in the bathroom. Let's get over there.

Wait, what's that sound?

"Huuu huuu ...."

Linda's voice was crying.

"Prophey dear," Agam's voice.

"Hmm, uuhh .. sakiiit Sir ...." Linda whimpering.

"Don't move darling, the blood hasn't stopped" Agam said.

"I put it again ya." The voice again.

"Be careful" Linda said.

Curious, what happened? Let's get over there.

Oh, it turns out that Linda's intravenous line came off and drained blood. Agam was cleaning it using a wet tissue.

Agam's face was beaming, getting handsome. As if without burden.

"Thank you, baby." He kissed Linda.

"For?"

"For the first time" replied Agam.

"Sir, serving the husband's invitation is an obligation that must be done by the wife. He said, if the wife refuses the husband's invitation then the angel will curse the wife," said Linda while stroking Agam's hair. The man crouched. It's petrifying Linda to change the pads.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm selfish. I feel unfair about this. Sorry ...." Again, Agam kissed Linda's hand.

"I don't feel that way, I'm Mr. Agam's wife, I won't hurt Mr. Agam's feelings and self-esteem" Linda said.

"Geez El, I love you more and more." Stand up, then raise Linda's jaw.

Next ...

Geez, Mr. Dirut returned to pick up that red one.

And this time, LB is not silent. Slowly, he put his hands around Agam's neck. Sometimes Linda shakes Agam's hair. The activity is getting soluble and deep, as the pace of tap water that is left to continue to light up.

I love you Agam Ben Buana.

I love you Linda Berliana Briliant.