AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
A Heart Wounded and a Hope

POV

Linda Berliana's

From last night I was so tired. Until this afternoon I was very tired. I was in a simple inn. I lay my body on a single bed.

I deliberately chose this simple inn so that my existence was not suspected by anyone. Being more famous turned out to make me uncomfortable as well.

Last night I barely slept because it was so hard to leave the house. Especially when I was hard to leave him. Everything about him filled my mind. I really liked everything he had. From the tip of her hair to the tip of her foot.

My eyes are puffy because I keep crying and crying. Crying over a man I shouldn't cry for. Before dawn I had left the magnificent house without saying goodbye to Ira. I left a letter for Mr. Agam.

Earlier this morning, from the Directorate General of Immigration to make a passport, I went directly to the Embassy office to take care of a residence permit visa. It can't be finished in a day. I can only go abroad in three days.

So, I'm still in this country, I'm in this city. Same town as him. Even the distance of this inn and her house was only about five kilos meters. Oh my goodness, that's so close. I'm afraid he's found me. If I ever meet him, it will be kept where my face is.

In the letter I indirectly said that I liked him. It's crazy, but how else, the truth is I do like him.

Today I just realized that going abroad is not enough to just capitalize on expenses or travel plans. I need a passport and a visa. Without these two things, I could not have gone abroad even though the other preparations were ripe, and had a lot of money.

The passport is a mandatory document for traveling abroad that is officially issued by the state for each of its citizens who apply.

Just try I already have a passport, maybe my departure will not be delayed long. Moreover, the country I will be visiting is not visa-free. I need a visa to legally enter my destination country.

Since I did not have a passport yet and wanted to apply, the immigration officer advised me to choose an e-passport rather than a regular passport because of the number of advantages it has. He said, e-passports will not be easily faked. Because e-passports store biometric data such as faces and fingerprints in the ones embedded in the passport.

At the immigration office and embassy the officers were noisy and panicked when they realized I was LB. They offered me special services. But I refused.

"So, LB really want a vacuum from the entertainment world?"

"Well, Miss LB is actually prettier."

And there were many more of their sayings to me, the last time I was asked to take pictures with the officers at the immigration office and the embassy.

Fortunately at this inn I was not asked for a KTP. So, the innkeeper didn't know that I was LB. I lay my body in this narrow room. This room is very noisy. The sound of the fan was disturbing my ears.

The condition of this room is very much different from Mr. Agam's room. Four months in that luxurious room made me less comfortable in this room. Actually I can stay at a star hotel, but .. I'm afraid my whereabouts are tracked by Mr. Agam.

"Sir Agam, I'm .. I'm here."

Unknowingly my lips called out his name. Honestly, I miss him. I ate the ceiling of the room with a chaotic feeling. I hold my phone tight.

I dare not turn on my phone. Because I know if this phone turns on, then my whereabouts will be tracked.

"I'm not going to turn on this phone, I'm going to buy a new phone with a new number" I muttered.

I put my phone in my bag. Ever since I was asked to bring Mr. Agam from the hotel, and received a call from a strange number, I've been more convinced that Mr. Agam is not just anyone.

I'm guessing he's a member of a secret agent or working with a secret agent. Ordinary people are unlikely to have firearms and micro nano camera tech belts.

And the person who brought Mr. Agam to plunge from the building looks very mysterious. There was a communication device in his ear, and I saw the man's glasses were very strange. On the glasses there are small letters that move as connected to the projection of a computer screen.

"Sir Agam, who are you?"

Again, I said his name. This time, I rubbed my stomach. My tears came back, I didn't expect my fate to be like this.

I was suddenly raped, pregnant, a commercial star, and a lot of money. But ... My mind is hurt. I'm not happy with all this popularity.

From the beginning, I worked for my father, mother and sisters. But, when I wanted to send money to my father's account number, my account number was always wrong. I remember the number correctly.

That means ... Dad has changed his account number and no longer wants to receive money from me.

"Dad ... mother ... Yolla ... Yolli .. I miss you guys, huuu huu." I was crying again too.

My mom and dad are against my goals. From childhood I always wanted to be an artist for a lot of money. Finally my father agreed I became a news announcer, said the father at least the news announcer was not an artist.

I did not expect that being a newscaster would be the beginning of my public knowledge after being invited to a reality show.

"My ideas of being an artist were granted, but .. what my father and mother feared actually happened. I was raped and pregnant out of wedlock. I was accused of being a seductress. Huuu .... Father ... mother .. forgive Linda yes ...."

"Maybe it's karma because I'm against my father's and mother's desire to be a teacher. I'm sorry Dad .. mom .. I'm a useless child."

I came back crying and wailing. My chest became increasingly crowded when I realized that my existence seemed to be ignored again by my father and mother.

"Dad ... mother .. I'm sorry .... Sorry for disappointing and hurting you."

If only I had followed my father and mother, it probably wouldn't have happened like this.

"Dad .., mother .. I'm pregnant with twins. Do you want to accept them as grandchildren? Dad, mom .. I want to go home. I actually want to catch up with you guys. But ... I don't have the courage to look me in the eyes of mom and dad. Huuu ...."

"I don't want my presence to embarrass my mother and father."

I kept confiding in myself, with my pillow, bolster, sling bag, and suitcase as a witness.

"Dad ... mother .. there's another stupid thing I did. I. .. I love the man who raped me. I didn't report to the police actually not because I was with Mr. Agam's threat. But .. because I don't want to defame the people I love. I don't want the image of Mr. Agam bad because of me."

"Initially .. I hated it too. But .. The more I looked into her eyes, the more I fell in love. And hope that he'll be the father of these children, and I'll be his mother."

"Dad ... mother .. in my eyes .. Pak Agam is a good man. He was polite, affectionate, and treated his mother well. I used to see him wash his mother's feet every Friday."

I kept crying, my tears almost stirring. I sniffled until my midu-midu. It hurts to the chest. And then suddenly I felt hungry. Maybe my babies are hungry too.

After the Asar prayer, I came out of the inn. Wearing a mask, glasses for sure, and wearing clothes that I think are the most shabby.

The clothes that Mr. Agam bought were expensive. Tuh, right? I remember him again.

Since my phone had to be turned off, I bought food by the side of the road. I'm looking for the least number of visitors.

"Fried chicken and fried fish sir, make two servings, the sauce split. Drink a warm orange juice. Wrapped up sir," I said.

"His name is half, or one?" tanyakanya.

"Both are one portion" I replied.

When I finished and paid I went to the minimarket to buy drinks and snacks. I deliberately bought two servings of rice so that when I was hungry at night, I didn't have to go out anymore.

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POV

Agam Ben Buana's

I delayed it because I knew she had a boyfriend. After hearing the explanation from Bagas, I found out that he had not loved his girlfriend for a long time, before he met me.

After reading the letter, I rushed to my room to check the data from the airport CCTV recording. I kept the letter in my wallet. His writing is pretty good, but not as good and neat as my writing.

I turned on the computer connected to mister X's secret workspace. He's already sent the airport CCTV footage. I watched one by one, until my eyes were tired, but I did not find the figure I was looking for.

I zoom in and capture all the passengers at the entrance who are about Linda-like. But the result is nil. I didn't find him. Even if he was wearing a mask, I was sure I could recognize him.

I then asked mister X to look at the data, and asked his team for help to check for possible flights before five in the morning.

Then I put some of my men on the lookout at the airport to detect the possibility that Linda is still in town and will be flying at night.

"Aargha!!" I screamed a few times.

My head is dizzy, my eyes are sore, my appetite is gone, and I miss him even more. I can't imagine how devastated he feels right now.

She thought I only cared about the baby. She also must have been sad to learn that her parents had come home because they were uncomfortable with public judgment on their daughter.

"Linda, where are you? Have you eaten? Do you want me to cook something?"

I'm raving like crazy.

"Wait, I remember something." I took back the letter from him.

...Mr. Agam ......

...I'm going abroad for the first time, I'm nervous sir .......

Deg, my heart is struggling.

If he's only been abroad for the first time, he doesn't have a visa yet. If you have a passport, you may already have one. But, what if he already has a passport, then go to a visa-free country?

My feelings are back. It's hard to think smart when all I think about is him.

Agora ....

I have mentioned that name several times. The shadow about him kept on disturbing my mind. If he were in front of me now, I would hug him, and say that I love him.

Agora ....

I love you and our future child. If you don't love Angga, you should also understand my body language. Did when I almost kissed you, you still don't understand too?

You also do not realize when I am angry because you will meet Angga. I was angry because I was jealous.

I called Bagas. On the first ring, he immediately accepted it.

"Sir, how? Did you find him?" He even spoke before me.

"When did LB make the passport? Do you remember?" my many.

"Sir Agam, he is an economical and economical person. They tend to be stingy. Why did he choose to live in Green Seroja's apartment? Yeah because he wants to skimp. As far as I know he doesn't have a passport, sir."

I'll close the call with Bagas.

"You run where you are, thief," I murmured.

I mean heart thieves. There is a trace of hope. I'm sure he won't be done with his visa and passport in a day's time. Passport can be three to four days.

It can be accelerated, as long as you make your passport and visa with me.

I catch my breath trying to calm down. There's a bright spot I can't panic. Then I contacted my best friend who works at the Directorate General of Central Immigration.

"Eh, Mr Dirut? Hahaha, what's wrong? I don't usually call."

"Is there nothing special in your office? Suppose an artist makes a passport?"

"What?! Hahaha, Mr. Dirut is making me dizzy. Just go straight, sir. What's up?"

"Okay, but please keep this a secret, or you know the consequences."

"Okay, but not free. Kanda Mr. Dirut, hahahaha."

"Is there an LB in the guest book?"

"What?! How do you know anyway? Yeah, a---."

I just closed the call. Because of Linda, I forgot the ethics of accepting or ending calls.

Well, for a friend at the embassy, I need help. Who else if not mister X. Mister X is always reliable.

Sure enough, today he also made a visa at the Embassy of a country. I also know which country he will be visiting.

"Oh, so she's going there?"

I happy. Because the country he will visit is the country that has signed a memorandum of agreement with the HGC for the environmentally friendly program that is my project.

If it fits the agenda, I do have to go to the country for a working visit in four days.

Is this a coincidence? Surely there is no coincidence in this world, because the fallen leaves alone have arranged it.

I sent a message to a secret spy.

"Please check all adjacent hotels close to the airport area, immigration office, and Embassy office. If any HGC artist is staying at one of these hotels, please let me know."

I did not mention the name LB directly, because his name is currently registered as an HGC artist.

You won't be able to run away from me, LB. You think it could be that easy to run away from a guy named Agam Ben Buana?

Finally, tonight I immediately put my spies at the airport, the immigration office, and the embassy. Their job is to monitor his movements, not to catch him.

Because the one in charge of arresting him is ME. Only ME. Ti-tik.

❤❤ Connect ....

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