AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
The Stressful Events

"Ahh, steady. You're so sweet, gentle and you keep me awake most of the night." His voice is loud, fit to be a radio announcer.

From this direction, the man only looked at his back. Looks solid, and field. From the shape of his back love .. he must be dashing and handsome.

"Want to?"

He asked, but I don't know who.

"don't want? Yes already. Just for me." He answered his own question.

"Ahhh, scrumptious." He heard his sigh again.

"You don't look at me like that" he said.

"Meoong." Cuneiform voice.

The man was talking to his cat.

"Hmm .. I love this coffee."

The man was enjoying coffee.

From the room came a black cat with a long tail. Followed by the man.

A man who looks mysterious. Black berhoodie, wearing sunglasses, wearing a black mask, and wearing a black hat whose tip is pulled maximum forward until his face is perfectly covered.

Oh no's.

Walk quickly to the monitor.

"The belt 054D6 is in danger."

"Non-user fingerprint detected."

Oh, damn.

"Will he show off that his belt is being opened by someone else?! You're crazy, sir!" grunts.

He was about to turn off the screen, but stopped when his eyes found an awkwardness. The coordinate point of the belt indicates that it is on a highway, and is moving rapidly.

"Crazy, Mr Buana did it in the car?"

He seems to be thinking. If his face had not been covered it might have seen how the man had furrowed his eyebrows.

Oh no's.

He was perfectly surprised. When turning on one of the screens and finding another awkwardness. There are three points on the monitor that detect the possible presence of Agam Ben Buana.

HGC.

The Office of the Transportation Office.

Highway road.

"Why is the whole tracker chip lit up in faraway places?"

The mysterious man immediately conducted a remote imaging analysis through his monitor.

The keybord's voice squeaked and rubbed as his skillful glove-wielding hand typed proficiently. Ten fingers without constraint with eyes focused on the screen. His finger movements were super fast. It's amazing.

And ....

Enter.

A data on the screen shocked him and stood up.

Buana's phone at HGC.

(Hp Buana is in HGC)

Buanas's car in the City Transportation Department.

(Buana's car is in the City Transportation Office).

Buana's belt in the car.

(Buana's belt is in the car).

The mysterious man raised the tip of his hat to confirm the truth of the information written on the screen.

Damn.

He hit his desk so hard that the cat that was struggling at his feet screamed, shocked and jumped.

"WREOONG ARRR WRAWWRR." Cat voice.

The mysterious man picked up his blind cell phone, then called a number that read the name, "Call Center Dishub City."

Before saying anything, he put something in his mask.

****

"Boiled, cool car. Who's got?" Several officers in the Dishub City office observed Agam's car.

Then someone from the call center approached.

"Pak Wora," he shouted.

"What's wrong?" said Mr. Wora.

"There was a woman calling asking the owner of the car, sir" he explained.

"Oh my goodness, I explained it."

"It's better to talk again, sir. He said he wanted to ask why this car was towed."

"Ih, troublesome." Mr. Wora hastened to the call center.

"Hallo." A woman's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Miss, I reiterate again yes, do not complicate the officer. I told Miss that the owner of this car was taken by his friends. His friend had a car with him too, there were some people, all of them men" Mr. Wora said, and he hung up unilaterally. Mr. Wora thinks this caller is the woman who asked and brought a luxury car.

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After making a call to the city's Dishub call center, this mysterious man re-thought. Not yet he can unravel this tangled thread, now there is another signal that lights up and shows the existence of Agam.

The signal comes from a coordinate point located in the area around the HGC. He again did the analysis with a hand that moves super fast on the keyboard and was busy watching the screen there and the screen here, then he made several phone calls with different sounds.

Who took the sports car Mr Buana out? Who is the woman who asked Mr Buana?

The man kept wondering.

DEG.

Just remembered the incident some time ago if Agam had told him to hack social media accounts and mobile numbers belonging to a female broadcaster of KITA TV who is now a HGC brand ambassador.

The beautiful woman who during the advertising project appeared together with Agam in public.

LB'S? Could it?

He was busy with his computer.

And ....

Enter.

Data was found if the phone number he had hacked was at the same coordinate point as the luxury car owned by Agam.

Back his hand took the butut phone, then called out the number he had stored with the name, "Tartas Number 201."

Tartas stands for Target Hack.

Fix, I need to call hack target number 201.

***

"Sir Agam, I'm sorry sir. I'm confused" lamented Linda who is currently still contemplating in the car. He was surprised when a private number called him.

"Who is? Private number? Lift it up, don't ya?"

Out of curiosity Lind also accepted it. But he was silent to wait for the caller to speak first.

"Hallo 201?"

There was the voice of an old man like a grandfather.

"What?! 201?! Who'sisthis? Grandpa, it looks like you've been on the wrong side."

And Linda closed the call that she thought was so weird. Then there was a second call, this time from a strange number that he himself had just first seen. It consists of 7 numbers and two letters.

It's very strange, isn't it?

Just like before, he accepted it but was silent to wait for the caller to speak first.

"I am his best friend Mr. Agam, please you come to the location I will send." This time I heard a woman's voice.

"Hey who are you?"

"I am I, you are forbidden to ask."

"Hey, you're so weird. Your nonorform is also strange. Are you a fraud?" yell Linda.

"I don't like to be yelled at, please just do my orders or your depravity will be unloaded to the public."

Linda is getting more confused.

"Hey who are you?! Why should I follow your orders, hahhh?! Are you Mr Agam's girlfriend?!" yell Linda.

"Ha ha ha haha, I don't like men I like women, and you're the kind of woman I want to have."

"What?!" Linda's eyes bought.

"Have it Miss, don't argue just follow my orders. You're LB, right? You live in ..., your age ..., your parent's name ..., your alumni ..., your manager---."

"Stop! Why do you know about me?!"

"You're so chatty, put it this way, if you still want to live, follow my orders."

"What?!"

"We're going to help Mr Buana together?"

"You mean help Mr. Agam, right?"

"Rubber."

"Why didn't you say that?!"

"Because you're so puffed up. It's no kidding we're serious from now on."

"You want to help together? Where are you?!" Linda's getting dizzy.

"Don't ask again, quickly take the steering wheel, then take the white earphones in the dashboard drawer. I'll switch communication."

Call ended.

Linda gawked, she was confused. Immediately take the earphone in question and pair it in his ear.

"Hallo."

Connected to a male voice.

"Hey who are you?!" I was surprised again, no matter how many times.

"Hehehe, sorry that was my best friend's voice." There was a female voice identical to the voice of the caller.

"Ready?"

"Who was it?" Linda is confused.

"Let's take the wheel with as much speed as you can. Our target is the Hip Hip Hore hotel."

"What are we there for?"

Linda began to take the wheel, with mixed feelings. The life of the figure of Agam Ben Buana turned out to make him confused and dizzy seven circumference.

"Sir Buana is there."

"Hahh, why is he in the hotel?"

"I am lazy to answer. You will understand later."

"Have you been kidnapped? Are you crazy?! How can I help him just by talking to you" Linda protested.

"Relax, you're not alone. There are others who will help us. Your mission is just to bring Mr. Buana from that hotel."

Again, Linda was very confused. But, there was nothing to do but obey the voice of the woman behind the earphones.

***

Agam was unconscious when he was carried away by four depraved men passing through a freight elevator. It looks like their presence in this hotel has been arranged, because the herd went straight into the hotel without going through the receptionist door.

'BRUGH.'

The weak body of Agam was thrown into bed, and the four men prepared, Some went to the bathroom. There are those who prepare forbidden drinks, there are also those who open the window of the room and smoke cigarettes while staring at the city view.

While the man named Roy, was tracing the face of Agam with a pushy gaze, muttering.

"This time you will feel how beautiful my world is. It's all your fault, Agam Ben Buana. You have dared to interfere with my world. You kidnapped my girlfriend." Roy's jaw is hard.

"You're so handsome, you're gonna smear me, and I'm gonna make sure you can't run away from my world anymore."

"You still have a grudge?" ask Max who just arrived from the bathroom. The man was just wearing a towel.

"He's vengeful. Because of her, Bram and I didn't get married abroad. And after being rehabilitated in her foundation, Bramku changed, she avoided me and cut ties with me. News that Bram is getting married to his sister's friend. I'm hurt."

"Aaaa," cried Roy.

"Ahahaha, patient Roy, tonight let's avenge you. Let this man know himself and know what it is like. Haha."

The two demon humans laughed crisply, so loud that the laughter woke Agam up.

Agam opened his eyes slowly, and believe me if this man is not sane. Agam smiled again with a bright look.

"Let's execute now. Get the camera ready," said Roy. And the man who was smoking was preparing.

He set the tripod position and then put one of the phones, the camera menu on, but the record button has not been clicked.

The four men then wore fullhead masks that police used to wear to the suspects to keep their identities secret. Other terms mask.

"Camera play when he's flirted with a drink, okay?" Roy raised his thumb.

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Elsewhere at the same time, still in the area around the Hip Hip Hore hotel.

Attack the simple-looking man and two other men enter the hotel. When one of them checked in, the other two seemed to be watching.

After check-in they hurry. Surprisingly after booking one room, they split up somewhere, and the three were seen walking briskly while pressing something in their ears.

What is a communication tool?

I don't know.

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'Cuuur ....'

The body of Agam who was accused began to be watered by a hard minuam of purplish red. The cold temperature spontaneously made Agam turn his body. Now, he is face down with his hands still tied.

"Return to the original position, open the belt." Roy Preech.

"The boss is difficult," complains Max.

"Try if you don't believe."

"Ah, you guys! Move over!" Roy approaching.

"Wow" she whispered as her eyes saw something she wanted.

"Yes, it's hard to open." Roy just believed.

"We just scissor his pants without taking off his belt." Roy gave me advice.

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"Signal is on the 16th floor of room number BB42." Said the man who checked in. The man was in the corner of the 15th floor hallway.

"Are you in front of the room? Good, execution now. If they're sneaky, we play sneaky too. I'm going to the location too."

He was busy playing the phone, the display on his phone screen was not detected.

"If the inside is suspicious, use the anesthetic aersol. Don't forget your mask. Do not let you get drugged," he said again as he stepped towards the 16th floor through the stairs.

Meanwhile in front of room BB42 16th floor.

"Room service, dessert box, shouted a man at the door of the room.

~Inside room~

"Is there a message?" ask Roy.

All shakes.

"Nothing."

"Maybe free."

"ignored. Where's the scissors?!"

"We don't have Roy's scissors, there's nail clippers."

"Dessert box, double package." I heard another scream from outside.

"Damn it bothers me. One guy goes there, gets the package, and then gets the scissors. What kind of crazy belt is this?" furious Roy.

And in the moment that Roy ordered opened the door. Two people behind the entrance and one of them curled the head of the brunette.

"Who are you?! Release!"

'LAD.'

Room door BB42 closed.

The ones inside were surprised not to see their friend get caught. And the two people who came from outside looked wrinkled as well when they saw the miserable condition of Agam.

Agam face down, his hands tied. Not wearing clothes. And right now his back is being doused with liquor. Then an expensive cell phone camera was recording.

One of them was sniffing out Agam's ears full of passion. Barbarically.

"Dearhead! You guys are more disgusting than animals!"

The man who had previously walked in the 15th floor hallway jumped unceremoniously onto the bed. Directly attack by kicking blindly.

"Take off Mr. Agam, or your friend's head will explode!" yells that curl the head of the brunette.

While attacking the man also pressed his earphones and spoke, "Floor 16 BB42 is valid, allegedly going to a banana party," he said.

"There's booze, and firearms," he added.

"Bad!! It's good to take our hunt! Who are you talking to?!"

"Not your business bang sat!!"

Roy was furious, he kicked the man who went up to the bed, so the fight began. Baku-hantam is not inevitable. One of the gangs ran into a suitcase and it turned out that they also had firearms.

Then jump on the bed and put a gun to Agam's head.

"I'll blow his head off too!"

Helper Agam was surprised, he retreated and stood by his friend's side.

"How is this?" Whispered.

"We'll take a moment." Whispered.

"Let's just duel, I won't use weapons, nor can you use weapons."

Agam's helpers try to lobby, lest their mission fail and Agam get hurt let alone lose his life.

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At the same time Lindapun has arrived at the parkiaran hotel Hip Hip Hore.

"Now you come down and tell the officer at the door that on the 16th floor of room BB42 there's a banana party."

"Which officer? They have two. Left or right?" Linda panic.

"Hey, I don't know who's left or right, I only get information if there's a police officer at the entrance. You just look at the uniform."

"I was confused, their clothes were the same, they were both like cops, my vision was faint from afar. I'm minus." Bright Linda.

"They are the same?! Hmm, yes you have come down. Just talk to both. Focus the conversation on the one whose shirt says police. Then you go back to the car."

Linda's coming down. His ghost is pounding and thumping.

Banana party? Looted.

"See you in 201" said the woman who communicated with LB.

"Hey, wait." Shouted Linda, but the call had been cut off.

"What?!"

Police and security were shocked when they got the information from Linda. Out of curiosity they rushed there. Linda's back in the car.

Shocked Linda when on the other side of the hotel there was a figure that seemed like a man was descending from the highest peak of the Hip Hip Hore hotel towards one of the rooms using a complete safety rope. Full body harness safety.

"Huh, what the fuck is he? How come a climbing event like this is alone? Hmm, maybe you're craving content" Linda murmured.

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'BRAKE.'

Room door 16th floor BB42 open. It turns out that the description of the woman wearing the mask was not a figment of the thumb.

"Lift hand! I'm police! Drop guns!"

The one who was fighting in the room was shocked. Pontaneous raise your hand. The room is a mess. The property was heavily damaged.

'BRAKE.'

The tense atmosphere increased. When a man kicked the hotel window firmly from the balcony without difficulty because the door had already opened.

The man jumped in.

"I brought explosives!" yelled the man. He lifted his shirt and showed me the bomb that had been set. Clearly written.

02:39

02:38

02:37

And so the timer on the bomb counts down.

Everyone was shocked and paled. Only Agam was smiling and the drunk man was trying to take off his belt.

But the belt is not just a belt. Drunk, Agampun had trouble opening it.

"Who are you?! Please tell me what you want?!" shouting police.

"I want that guy." He pointed at Agam.

"What?!" Roy surprised.

"If you don't hand him over, it means we'll all die together in this room" he said.

02.25

02.24

02.23

The timer on the bomb kept going with its distinctive sound.

'Tin.'

'Tin.'

'Tin.'

"Take it, take it," cried the Agam man whose lips had been broken in the attack.

"Yes sir, we are all wretched" said his friend.

"Surge! Or I blow myself up.

The man was given a path. The police have no other choice. With Roy and friends. They had to release Agam with a heavy heart.

He was dragged to the balcony. Then put a full body harness safety on his waist with a fast movement and skilled man who the bomb carrier.

And ....

SHOOING.

Agam was taken jumping, from the height of the 16th floor between the silence of the men who were in the room.

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"WHAT?!"

Linda who was watching the content show was shocked when the focus she was observing plunged quickly from a room and brought someone along.

Increasingly bought his eyes when the man he meant set foot in the small garden side of the hotel and waved at him.

Not healed by his shock, his eyes almost jumped when he realized that the man brought was Agam Ben Buana.

Without thinking any more, Linda got out of the car and helped the man drag Agam to be put in the car.

"Hurry and bring him home" the man ordered, cutting the duct tape that bound Agam's hand.

And before Linda said anything, the man had disappeared among the parked cars.

'DRO.'

There was gunfire coming from one of the rooms. Spontaneous Linda stepped on the gas and quickly left the Hip Hip Hore hotel and hit the parking machine doorstop.

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"Sir is conscious! You're making me not concentrate!"

Linda grumbled because Agam just kept trying to open the belt.

"Hm ...."

Agam opened his eyes, his nanar gaze fell on Linda who was driving. And the drunk guy hugged Linda.

"Aaaa, noooo, let go!"

"So this is dangerous, I'm driving!"

'Ckiiit.'

Linda finally pulled the car over.

"Sir! Le-let go!" his yell.

Because it had not been installed seat belt, Agam free to move. Linda tried to wriggle and brushed Agam off.

"A-I .. want ... be-love," murmured Agam, his eyes half open.

"With you, El ...."

"What?!" Linda gawking.

"Sir-conscious! Sir! Tolooong! Tolooong!" yell Linda.

❤❤ Connect ....