AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
Press Conference
THREE MONTHS AGO
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Green Seroja Apartment 18th Floor.
At 04:45 local time
In a small, simple room.
'KRN ....'
The white heart-shaped clock rang many times. The room looks messy.
The bed, the living table, and the kitchen are all in one room. The bed faces a 14-inch television attached to the wall. Only the bathroom was blocked by the door.
Every time the alarm on the plug went off, a hand would pop out of the blanket and be ready to turn it off. The scene repeated up to 5 times.
At the sixth sound, the figure is seen kicking a blanket that rolls over his body, not just a blanket that is kicked. Flutes, pillows and small teddy bears that accompany his sleep were not spared from the kick. As a result, the floor was in a mess.
The occupant of the room turned out to be a beautiful girl. After a squirm, he woke up.
"Hoaam."
He yawned wide, his hands stretched out. Suddenly, it was like looking for something. Sure enough, when he found it, the girl immediately sumringah.
"Ahhaa, hahaha, here you are apparently," he said as he picked up the glasses lying on the little nightstand beside his bed.
"Wait a minute, why is my alarm on Sunday?"
He scrunched his eyebrows. His eyes were circling to remember something.
"Ahhaa, I just remembered last night I got a phone call to be MC off the water. The pay is 10 times my daily salary as a news anchor. My God, I'm falling durian is collapsing. Oiya, is it true that master Yohan's assistant will transfer my honor? He said, at 4 am to be transferred. I check ah."
The girl with the eyes was happy to talk to herself. He grabbed the phone, click the M-Banking menu. And ....
"Yeeeaaahhhhhhh. Alhamdulila."
He clenched his hands while looking up at the sky, his style of saying "Yeah" is similar to that of a rocker.
Then prancing on the bed, wagging her hair.
🎶 "I shenang shekali," he said with the tone of the famous animated soundtrack song Doraemon.
He then stood up to grab a towel, stepped over the things he had kicked, then went into the bathroom.
In the bathroom he turned on the maximum of the water tap, then grabbed the shower and started to act. The end of the shower was right in front of her lips.
Then raise his right foot to the top of the bucket. His shoulders began to move left and right, followed by his head spinning like Michael Jackson.
Then he kicked, I don't know what song. Very unclear.
🎶 "Wroken wroken you, wroken. Hey, Wroken wroken you, wroken. Hey." 🎶
Ngerock.
It often says "Hey," he jumped.
Now that his short hair was beginning to flick, his back was bent. When his head was dizzy, his perfect pelvis was now shrinking. About seven turns, he began to grimace.
"Aahh, waistanggu sakiiit," he lamented.
After his bad habits in the bathroom are realized, he just took a bath like humans in general.
***
After carrying out its obligations, he also preached his alakadar. Then wear a white suit patterned jasmine, with pearl-shaped buttons. Combined with a maxi skirt below the knee, black in color. He pinned the name tag with Linda Berliana as an identifier.
Today he will be an MC at a press conference where the chief director of the HGC, the country's largest company, will be the source.
"Hopefully the show is smooth" he said when the sedan car he was driving left the Green Seroja apartment area.
Along the way to the event venue, her thin red lips did not stop smiling, she said, in his mind his cute twin sister Yolla and Yolli are waiting for him in the courtyard of the house next to his father and mother's fresh fruit shop.
"Next week, I want to go home and buy a barbie doll for you guys" he murmured.
***
Linda took a deep breath, praying as her feet began to step towards the ground floor of the country's grandest apartment building.
At 08.10 am local time, the main door area of the apartment looks very crowded and frenzied due to the presence of the national media crews both print and electronic.
The cameramen and journalists look neat bejejer with a pride suit and equipment that has been prepared in such a way.
The apartment security seemed overwhelmed by the media who constantly asked for the whereabouts of the main director who would be the source, plus the presence of the general public.
The security forces finally asked the City Sector Police for help to control the situation.
***
The HGC Secretary Residence
A part of the man's body from waist to foot was still covered in blankets. The rays of the morning sun broke through the gap of her room curtain reflecting light on her innocent body that looked stunning and beautiful.
The man often slept without clothes, but his subordinates always wore long pants equipped with belts.
I don't know how many times the handsome man's phone rang, then the call at 08:19 was responded by him.
"City ...."
His voice was not good, either it was usually like that, or maybe just waking up.
His head nodded as his advanced phone stuck to his ear.
"Yeah! Lord Deaaan!" his yell.
His shout boomed, to the point that the pet bird in his residence flapped its wings in shock.
The man then prepared, very handsome when without glasses, and authoritative when wearing glasses.
Ben Buana Agam.
The main secretary of HGC.
That's the name listed on his name tag.
***
Linda, who was already in the preskon area, was seen preparing as the police elevator equipped with a gun and stun gun came and flanked the main director on the left and right sides towards the apartment lobby which has been transformed into a press conference room.
Linda turned her face away as her eyes involuntarily rubbed against the glasses guy beside the main director.
"Mr Deaaan, Mr. Agaam ...!"
There was a cry from the people who were present at the place. Those who screamed on average were teenagers, young mothers, and mothers who felt they were young. His fathers looked pouted without expression.
Cih, what the hell are they screaming for? Did they forget that the two men were abnormal? Inner Linda.
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.
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"Please everyone, this show is about to start."
Linda finally tried to calm the fanfare.
He looked uncomfortable as the bespectacled man he already recognized his identity sat beside him.
"Well, the first session consisted of five questions from print media and the second session five questions from electronic media" he said.
"I'm sorry Mrs Linda Berliana, Mr. Dean wants all the questions written on paper, later Mr. Dean will pick up and answer 10 questions at random," obviously the bespectacled man who was none other than Agam Ben Buana.
The members of the media wrote their questions on a piece of paper and collected them in a transparent box.
"Thank you for the attention of the entire press board and its staff. I'm so creative because you guys are already bothering to take care of my photos." The HGC's chief director was heard to start talks.
The show was originally going smoothly, but suddenly there was one question that did not fit the theme.
Linda was seen linking her eyebrows while reading the question. The media present stared at each other. The director and secretary of Agampun stared at each other.
"I didn't answer any off-topic questions" the director said.
The presenter Linda's hand seemed to tremble, as she was about to read another question. Confusion between having to read it again or not. Because what he holds is not a question but an information.
"Lord Bahir Finley Haiden was not ill and disabled for attempting suicide, but for attempted murder."
Linda said, of course, she did not really understand that statement. He was confused and had not read it,
Agam stood up and picked up the paper Linda was holding.
As he read the question, Agam instantly took a step back. The audience present looked confused.
Agam took one of the microphones and took over the duties of presenter Linda who still seemed shocked. Linda chose to sit down and drink the mineral water while knitting her brows.
"I'm sorry, the question I'm holding is so vulgar, so it won't be read to protect underage audiences" Agam said.
Why don't you be the presenter? Inner Linda.
Linda's job is now replaced by Agam. He took back his paper and again the man said if the question was vulgar.
"This is the 10th paper I have taken, if it is still vulgar, it will still count as the last question even if it is not answered by Young Master" Agam said.
Young Master and he looked close and intimate, no doubt, they did have a special relationship. Babe Linda in her heart.
When she calmed down, Linda asked for the paper in Agam's hands. I gave it away with doubt. Unbeknownst to anyone when Linda turned around, Agam quickly grabbed Linda's sexy butt with a sensual gesture.
What's?! Is he crazy? Why hold my ass?! It's harassment!
Linda flinched forward and was shocked. Not until there, the man in glasses also pulled a skirt zipper owned by Linda. Lucky his hand movement blocked the table.
Linda's getting flustered and foggy. He was angry, angry and angry. But still trying to be professional. Especially when you remember if he has been paid a lot for this event.
Linda then sat down next to Agam, and opened the final question paper. Again, that's a statement, not a question.
"Lord Bahir Finley Haiden has a child whose whereabouts are unknown."
Linda was confused. And at that very moment, the ignorant tang Agam again gripped his butt.
You crazy man, you ho*o. The oath.
What's wrong with my hand?! Why is reflex holding his ass anyway?! In fact, I just want him not to read those statements. But why do I look like a pervert?
Inner Agam raging.
"Unfortunately this question is also very vulgar and I cannot read it, this press conference is over, thanks to the sponsor and all the parties who have attended" Linda explained.
Thank goodness he understood what I meant. It is not in vain that I judge him. Well, maat Miss Linda, my hand is out of control" said Agam in his heart.
The press conference was finally over. The entire media is dissatisfied. They were curious about the content of the vulgar question. If you want to know the issue of course you can only ask two people. Agam, and Linda.
So that the strange statement was not known to anyone, at that time Agam planned to lobby Linda not to divulge the contents of the statement to anyone.
...~Tbc~...