AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
Night Attack in a Quiet Park

"Sir Agam, do we want to eat here?"

Linda stared at the simple rice stall that was far from fancy. The rice stall was labeled the name of an area in the country.

"Why? No like? I used to eat in a place like this, which is important clean and halal." Agam continued his steps.

Linda tailed.

"If Miss Linda doesn't like it, just wait in the car." Come in and say hello. The owner of the shop and his servants greeted them warmly and kindly.

"Sa-I like it, too."

I'm just surprised the HGC's chief director turned out to want to eat in a place like this.

The atmosphere inside the stall looked quiet. Tables and chairs are neatly arranged, it seems there are no visitors.

"The brothers were our first customers."

A waiter handed out a sheet of menu lists whose paper was laminated. Sure enough, Linda and Agam were the first visitors.

"What time is it open?" ask Linda. He seemed to read some menu choices.

"After Dzuhur until ten o'clock at night" he replied. The waiter lowered his head and prepared to record the food.

"I want this, this and this" said Agam.

He looked down at the menu Linda was holding. Linda was surprised, Agam's hair even touched his chin. And what makes Linda peck is that the fragrance from the hair is the same scent that she smelled that day. The day she unknowingly grabbed, squeezed and sniffed her hair.

Oh nooo.

The shadow came back. Quickly, Linda removed the menu list from her hands.

"What do you want?" ask the waiter to Linda.

"Just like the menu."

"Mother Linda, where can be likened, I have a grilled gurame, and you should not eat burned, charcoal is not good for pregnant women. You're just fried, aren't you?"

"Whatever" Linda replied.

"For him the gouramen are fried," Agam told the waiter.

For other menus such as potato prekedel, lado solanum melongena aka eggplant lado, clear vegetables and tofu pepes, Agam thought it was still natural to consume pregnant women.

"I want more beef" Linda said.

"Gu-."

"No way," interrupted Agam before the servant continued his speech.

"Bu Linda, it is not good to eat meat mixed with fish, their digestibility is very different, you can be bloated. Not that it should not be, but my advice if you want meat, it does not need to be the same gurame," he said.

"What if I want both, if not good, who are bloated not Dad, right? But I'm." Linda stood up, her appetite suddenly gone.

Agampun stood up.

"To-please calm down, forgive me. You can, you can eat anything. Also." Agam is about to grab Linda's hand. But Linda brushed it off.

"I don't want to eat" he said.

While the waiter was clumsy, he could only stare at the end of his shoes which turned out to be very shiny.

"Well, I won't eat either."

Agam then sat back down, sighed and rubbed his chest. He was very sorry, considering an uncertain theory that states if pregnant women tend to be spoiled, sensitive, and often ask for strange things.

"Ja-so ti-not so?" There was a look of sadness in the servant's eyes. His shoulders fell weak, lowered to the maximum and passed.

"Wait," said Agam.

"I keep ordering, but don't eat here. Just wrap the menu I ordered earlier, added fried gurame and swab the cow. For ten people" said Agam.

"Ten?" the servant was startled, but his eye ripples became as bright as the full moon.

"Good, sir." He rushed to prepare the food as quickly as possible.

Linda was silent, but her mind was curious. Why did Agam order for ten servings? Why also the man is very concerned about the length of time the food is digested and its effect on the body. Sucks.

"I'm sorry, we'll eat at home, will ya?"

Linda just shut up.

"Mom Linda, hey."

Linda was silent.

"I'll take a bribe" said Agam.

What's?! Bribed?!

Linda was still silent, her lips pursed.

"Silence means yes" said Agam.

"What?!" Linda's surprised.

"OK on later I'll bribe."

Agam gave a smile, while Linda's hands looked clenched. While waiting for an order, Agam is fidgeting to move the TV channel in the shop to KITA TV station. Linda glanced, and then she watched.

DEG, his longing for the TV station that raised his name suddenly broke out. He stared at the screen, the male announcer who was reading the news was his best friend. Rian Wardhana's.

"You know him?" ask Agam.

Linda nodded, her tears flowing.

"I'm sorry, if you really want to work, you can. But ... I don't want you to soy sauce and harm my son."

"No, I can't hide it anyway." Linda lowered her head, wiping her tears.

"Clara Mahcota, the beautiful model who is the wife of Rufino Pederik, was seen visiting her husband in the central city detention house this afternoon. Rufino Federik will reportedly be released after prosecutors disclosed the latest facts if politician Rufino Federik is confirmed not involved in the disputed case."

Agam and Linda's eyebrows frowned at the news.

"I guessed it," murmured Agam.

"He's free?" Linda clenched her hand.

"You know him?" Agam.

"N-no."

Linda did not want to discuss the man anymore, the man who almost harassed her, but Linda did not dare to disclose the fact to the billik because Rufino Pederik threatened the safety of Bagas his personal assistant.

I'm sure there's something you're hiding. Agam could read the mimic of fear and worry on Linda's face.

"The latest news from the world of entertainment, HGC through a spokesman for the publication section said that in the near future HGC will replace the brand ambassador of several products produced by HGC subsidiaries by a beautiful presenter whose identity is still confidential."

"Huhh, does this have anything to do with your words?" Linda glanced at Agam. He did not think it turned out that Agam did not mess with his words.

"Absolutely. Tomorrow you start filming, before your stomach enlarges this advertising project must be finished," Agam said casually.

"Why is the news so fast? Sir, I am still under contract with TV KITA, I have permission first with the broadcaster and general manager. I have to go to OUR TV to talk about everything."

"I'm not letting you go anywhere. Filming for HGC also I set it up. The business with OUR TV is purely my responsibility. Ms. Linda was quite by my side until the baby was born and got an ASI, okay?" Agam held his shoulder, not lingering because part of the order was completed.

"Sister, this is 6 servings, only 4 more servings." The waiter gave 6 boxes of food packages that had been neatly packed.

"Sir Agam, I have violated the contract, I was even rumored to be blacklisted from the broadcasting world, what reputation HGC will be fine if it involves me? I'm not confident" he lamented as the stall waiter passed.

Either there was a wind from where Linda looked into those alluring eyes. Then Agam held his shoulder again.

"I reiterate again, Ms. Linda is quite by my side. That'sthat's all. I will not waste a woman willing to sacrifice her body for the sake of my child. The problem of HGC product advertising is not worth thinking about, all I do for your good. Be patient until the business between us is done. After that, you can flap your wings wherever you want."

For now, maybe .. I can't pursue her love. I'll just focus on making him happy, hopefully he'll eat a lot. I'm afraid my future son can't grow and develop optimally.

They still look at each other. Linda's mind was still hesitating, but somehow the clear eye bead with the charming black lens made her feel calm.

Until he said, "Thank you Mr. Agam, I will do my best for the ad project, I also want to dare to be friends with Miss Aiza. I also wonder what his condition is like. I mean his condition." Linda stroked her stomach.

While Agam was still moved by Linda's words, the waiter came back. "Sister, it's all done."

"Sister, we only accept cash." The servant refused the card from Agam.

"Okay, I just transferred. Can I meet the owner?" Agam then to the cashier left Linda alone who was still busy stroking her stomach.

"Do you want money?" ask someone behind his back.

"Sir Agam?" Linda looked up at the head because Agam's voice was right above her head.

DEG, Agam was awakened, that lip, that neck and that position. Want to feel clutching his chin, then ....

Agam immediately sat down in front of Linda, driving away those desires.

"Will Miss Linda help this shop? Poor them, hopefully your arrival here can be a blessing for this stall."

"What does Mr Agam mean? I don't understand?"

"Let's promote this shop on your social media, the term endorse, want?"

"What?! Sir I'm not an artist."

"But you're famous."

"I'm not PD." He refused with certainty.

"Mr Linda, I want to help this shop to sell. Your followers on social media are millions, right?"

"Y-yes, but since I've been with you, I can't access it."

"Emm, my access problem can fix it. I'll pay, will ya, please fifty million?" ask Agam.

"What?!" Linda gawking.

"You want 100 million?" makes Linda more gawking.

"100 million for 24-hour status updates, will you?"

"Deal, I want. 100 million to be stored in my social gallery, forever too." The soul of his business is back. Golden opportunity, do not waste, and this is the first endorsement.

He took Agam's hand. Shake hands, and shake Agam's hand, "Deal, what should I do?"

"Emm," Agam was still thinking while feeling Linda's hand.

"Oiya, Mr. Agam just sit sweet, I know what I have to do."

Moments later the shop owner and the servants were excited. What dreams were they last night?

Suddenly an LB came, and said, "What menu is there in this shop? Let me review."

"Do you have a camera and lights?"

"Give me time to wash my face and preen."

"Please do not accept visitors first as long as LB creates content and reviews," said Agam.

"Please take a photo of me with the entire menu here."

"It's here, this one's there." When Linda is setting the background and view.

"You're the shop owner, right? Let's take a picture with me, raise his thumb, and .... Smile."

The series of express activities was over. The waiter and the shop owner gave

appalause's. Agam who became the audience smiled proudly. Linda has excellent managerial skills. The woman can combine art and science.

He also has a leadership spirit. Linda can influence, direct, motivate, supervise, and resolve. Agam's goals and objectives are achieved.

Ah, he's getting crazy about that woman. Linda has won the Hot Top Host Award. The jury and the broadcaster did not choose wrongly.

But immediately Agam pondered, aware again of his mistake. In his wake he destroyed his future and career. Only out of heartache did he dare to hurt and stain her.

Linda, I promise I'll give you back everything you were supposed to get. If by freeing you you will be happy, I will consider it.

"Sir, Agam, sir," he said. Linda even shook her hands on Agam's face.

"Sir, am I cool?" linda is spoiled too and needs compliments.

"Sir Agaam," he shook Agam's shoulder.

"What?!" the awakened from the creeping reverie, the soul of the fighter has ingrained. Instantly pulling Linda's hand curling her neck.

"Mr ...." Sluggishly. He held Agam's shoulder.

"Sorry." Glamor released him quickly, his chest rumbling. He often loses concentration because of the charm of LB.

"Mother why? He said he couldn't fight a weak woman, just now what?" Linda's upset.

He then chose to talk to the owner of the stall who somehow expressed his gratitude to Linda.

"Mother, there's no need to thank me. Thank you Mr. Agam, he paid me" Linda explained.

But when the shop owner was about to thank you, Agam had rushed over.

"Mom Linda, I'm waiting in the car." He brought 10 boxes of food packages that had been ordered.

***

It was night, Agam gave 9 boxes of food packages to buskers and street children. One more box for Gama. Linda did not eat, the reason was full during the review.

After performing Isha prayers in a mosque, they continued their journey. Linda looked exhausted, drowsiness attacked, and she fell asleep. Agam moment pulled over the car in a fairly quiet park. Agam arranged the seat position and enveloped Linda. Then look at him closely.

Real pretty. Praise in the heart.

When the car was about to go, Agam's eyebrows were interlocked. He felt something was wrong. There was a strong friction sound on his car tires.

Why yes? He got out of the car.

Agam crouched down, looking down to check the tires. And that's when some men came from behind the flowers in the garden, jumped out and prepared to attack Agam.

"Who are you?!" yell Agam.

"Give LB to us, then your life will be saved" replied one of them.

"What?!"

Gorgeously jumped back. Not to give up, but to prepare.

"Even if you manage to step over my corpse. You will not succeed in carrying it," said Agam as he prepared to fight with the seven sturdy men who were currently surrounding him.

Two of them were carrying firearms. Three people carried a knife-type sharp object, and two more people held a mine that had been knotted in such a way. Agam is empty-handed.

In plain sight it is certain who will remember defeat and who will likely ....

Take lives.

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