AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
Humming

The hand that was looking at it was no longer visible in Agam's head, Agam smiled.

After revealing all the grunts to Linda including her reason for saying love too late, and her desire to go to a faraway island to propose, she felt the burden in her heart slightly lessened.

But to be honest, Linda's remark about Berli's father who used to want to imprison her worries him a little.

Hopefully Vano can handle it, if there I face legal problems. Hopefully.

Then smile back to remember all the sweet things and tension in today. He could bite the soft and smooth neck without thinking about the consequences. Regretted? Yes, Agam is sorry.

What if the love sign is seen by Yohan? Gastroble.

Agam felt his own hair, it turned out like this it felt when the hair was stroked by a beloved woman, every swab from Linda's hand, making his heart seem to bloom and flowery.

She looked at the beautiful girl who had been stroking her hair.

Linda was sleeping comfortably without any drama. There was no grace when he slept. Yes, gratuitous if said Bagas.

But ... looks adorable in Agam's eyes.

Both of Linda's hands were raised upwards, her eyes were slightly open and her lips were gaping, and it looked tempting of course.

Agam looked away, lingered on Linda, was not good for her faith, was unhealthy for her heart, and could also harm her and others. Because ... Now Agam is driving.

I never thought I would fall in love with an artist.

How, I'm not calm, right? I'm afraid my proposal was rejected.

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Agam's daydreams fell apart after he reached his destination. It was the home of a famous musician who was a friend of his father.

Not too close he was with this muisi, but when he built a recording studio, Agam once gave him a helping hand as a thank you and friendship on behalf of his father.

He used to be a singer, but now focuses more on being a songwriter. In this house there is a mini studio. She opened a vocal class to connect with life in addition to earning money from royalties.

"El ...," said Agam. No one actually woke him up. But ... should.

"Hmm," the woman squirmed and scratched indistinctly.

Agam surprised when Linda pulled her dress. Maybe it'll scratch something behind her dress.

"Linda, stop! It's bolted!"

This time was firm while holding back Linda's selfless hands. Wow, that's almost a raised dress.

"Have you arrived?" He was grinning without feeling care while rubbing his eyes.

Geez, it's adorable, is every waking up I'll be treated to something like that? Agam.

"Sir Agam!" the hardic.

"Eh, huh?" Realised.

"Why daydream, this has arrived, right? You should've woken me up earlier, dong. Huuh," he lamented. Busy about to make up.

How, like, am I wrong? Obviously I woke him up. Hmm, is this a courting spice? Smile and daydream again.

"Sir Agam! Ishh, Father why the hell? Quickly get my bag, sir. My powder is there. In this wallet there's only lipstick."

"What?!" Rounded eyes.

"Well Miss," said Agam.

Forced to get out of the car and open the trunk to pick up the bag Linda meant. Micro camera mounted bag.

"Did he consider me his assistant. Just yummy. I'm not Bagas, LB!" gerutu Agam while closing the trunk of his car.

'BRUGH.'

Until Linda jumped and the lipstick fell apart to the nose.

"Sir Agaaam!" he shouted as Agam got into the car and gave him his bag.

"What?!" snapped Agam.

Yes, there was a surveillance camera in the bag, he indeed had to act pretending not to be close. Scold Linda if necessary.

"See lipstick! Messy, right? This is because of Mr. Agam. Where's the tissue sir, I want tissue. Tissue, tissue, tissue, "whimpers.

Even Linda doesn't say me anymore. Linda's me' herself.

"What?! Hey, LB listen up! I'm not your assistant, I'm HGC Director! Understood?" yell Agam.

While shaking the bag so Linda remembers the micro camera. Linda's eyes are round.

"What if you were Dirut? HGC Managing Director requested tissue alone is not able to give, huh suck!" grunted annoyed.

"What?! Linda, you---." Gourmand, gauntlet, spasm.

"What, what, whataa?! Where's the tissue Mr. Agam?" His eyes were glancing around looking for tissue.

"Geez, what is this? This is what, what? Huhh?" Agam grabbed a tissue that was on top of the dashboard, right in front of Linda.

"Now!" his jolt.

"Hahaha, I'm not looking forward, sorry Mr. Dirut. While grabbing onto tissue, her beautiful face blushed. Then he cleaned his lips.

"Quick, dong. It's already afternoon," said Agam as he glanced at the watch in his right hand.

"Patience, dong. This is not right yet" Linda said. Still busy preening.

"Haisshh," hissed Agam.

"Sir Agam, I'm an artist, the name of the artist yes the appearance should take precedence," said Linda.

"Yes whatever," interrupted Agam.

You're beautiful, Linda. No need to preen you've been teasing. Hmm, liking public figures is risky.

Agam finally patiently waited, leaning his head on the steering wheel, while looking at Linda. It turns out that way when women preen. Strange, and funny he thought.

Tue ....

Crazy, he's getting canik. Inner Agam.

"I'm ready, sir." Her speech.

"W-what?" Some people wave because they are fascinated.

"I'm done Mr. Agam, how? What pretty?"

"What?! You're ugly like a witch," she said. Agam turned his face and got out of the car leaving Linda.

"What did he say? Grandma magic? Arrgh." Some do not accept being called a witch. Linda mirrored again to make sure.

"Good feeling" he murmured. Then go down after Agam.

"Sir Agam, Mr. Agam, tunguuu," he called.

Where there is a prospective husband leaving his future wife like this. Where else is pregnant, again. Linda grumbled in her heart.

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"Sir Agam?"

The senior musician in question Agam was amazed. It is not usual that Mr. Dirut comes to his studio.

"I'm sorry if my arrival interfered with your comfort because of the sudden notice." Agam grabbed the middle-aged musician's hand, then kissed his hand full of respect.

"Sir Agam" outside someone shouted.

But Agam accidentally closed the entrance, until Linda was blocked outside.

"Sir, why wasn't I invited in?" shouted again.

"Take guests?" ask the musician to Agam while concluding a smile. Just this time saw Agam clumsy.

"L-yes sir, that's the friend I meant to study vocal here."

"Who? Your brother?" While preparing two drinks. The musician looks very simple.

"Emm, you also know. He's the star of the new HGC product." Sit down after being invited.

"THE LB? Yes canoe." The musician ran and opened the door. Agam.

"LB, let's go in." His eyes sparkled, he pulled Linda's hand to go inside.

And Linda's reaction to the musician made Agam a little jealous.

"Sir Abun's brother? Sir .. I'm a fan of Mr." Holding the hand of Mr. Abun SS with sparkling eyes. Even his feet to the brim of joy.

"El!" Glam pulled Linda's hand. Mr. Abun looked confused.

"You're pregnant, did you forget? Don't prance" whispered Agam. Unconscious while pinching Linda's ass.

"Oh, uh hehehe." Linda panicked, Agam's hands had no manners. But he must still show a sweet expression to Mr. Abun.

"Hahaha, I'm also a fan of LB. Well, it turns out the real thing is prettier than on television." Praise Mr. Abun SS. The real compliment Linda heard.

"Thank you, sir." Now it was sitting sweet and graceful beside Agam who was clearly showing an annoyed face.

"LB want aji mumpung?" ask Mr. Abun SS.

"Hehehe, right." Linda put up her thumb.

I want you to be proud of him. Inner Agam.

"Please, before the vocal test, first enjoy the drink. Oiya LB, I have three boys, two of whom are single, want acquaintances?" asked Mr. Abun SS, looking at Linda so deeply. The look of a hard-line fan.

"Sir Abun, I don't have much time, I want him to be tested on vocals now." Agam. Seriously, Mr. Dirut's ears are hot to hear Linda wants to be invited to meet.

"Well, I was going to have a conversation with LB. Well, if you're talking to a beautiful woman." Mr. Abun SS is looking to die.

"Sir Abun, are you switching professions to be a land crocodile?" Drinking water in front of him. His face is flushed.

"What?!" Pak Abun SS bengong.

"Sir Agam, you're not polite!" snapped Linda. Spontaneously his hand floated up intending to pinch Agam's stomach.

But ... failed.

Geez, he's got a big, tight stomach. O ow .... Linda gnawing. It was his stubbornness and tiredness that made him fail.

Linda's cheeks were blushing, so imagine Agam's alleged body.

"LB, then let's go to the studio" asked SS Abun. The musician's guts slightly shrieked looking at Agam's reddened face. Sure, if Agam must have a special relationship with LB.

"Well," said Linda, he was trailing the SS Mr. Abun, Agam was behind him.

"So quiet, Mr. Studio?" Linda looked in all directions.

"Because Mr. Agam told me I'd be here, I'm putting out a vocal class for today."

"Oh, so yeah. Well, I'm flattered, sir."

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Mr. Abun SS brought LB and Agam to a square-shaped room.

There were three computers in the room. There is also a DAW or Digital Audio Workstation, which is a software designed to accommodate users to record, mix, mastering, or change the sound that has been recorded or in the editing process.

The audio interface in the room appears to be connected to a musical instrument and microphone device on a computer through a mixer.

"Well, I just got into the studio this time, Mr. Agam is cool," he said. Just shut up, his face stiff.

While Mr. Abun SS smiles.

"Well, the microphone's great, is it made of real gold?" Linda held a gold microphone. Delete it and ....

"Puh, puh, puh," he blew.

"LB, you're a disgrace." Agam upset.

"Hahaha, no problem really," said Mr. Abun SS.

"The microphone is the main tool for recording. All recording studios need a microphone."

"This microphone is an audio component used to record audio signals, whether vocal, acoustic instruments, or whatever is the source of the sound," said SS Abun.

He then explained some of the tools in the room following its function. Linda took it seriously.

"This must know, these headphones are not mobile phones."

"Hahaha, yes sir. This one I know," said Linda.

"It's called a studio monitor or speaker, it's an XLR cable, it's a mic stand, it's for --."

"Enough!" sela Agam's.

Mr. Abun SS is silent.

"Sir Agam, I want to know the names of these things?" Linda looked in wonder at Agam.

"El, you're here for my singing test not for study tour" he said, sitting in a chair overlooking the central area of the recording studio.

Nanum suddenly Agam opened his suit, then put it on Linda.

"It's pretty cold here" he whispered. When Mr. Abun SS was preparing instruments for Linda.

"Thank's ...." Throwing a smile at Agam, he hoped that the man's mood would improve.

"Well, let's just start, '" he said. Mr. Abun SS brought the stand book music closer to Linda.

"Please Miss LB, which song would you like? It's all my creation, and there's a collaboration with Anonymous."

"This is it, sir" he answered, wearing headphones.

Agam again sat in his original chair, ready to see the appearance of his heart adoration.

What the hell is that woman's voice like?

How can I make Yohan class brand Nevan Haiden cry?

Linda was a little nervous when she realized that Agam was looking at her without expression. While Mr. Abun SS is ready to turn on the accompanying music that has been recorded in accordance with the song chosen by Linda.

Then Mr. Abun SS gave the headphones to Agam, so that the man wore them too.

"By using this the voice of the LB will be clearer, sir."

"OK," said Agam.

"Ready?" exclaim Mr. Abun SS. Once he wears headphones and faces the Digital Audio Workstation (DAW), his hands are ready on the on button.

Click ....

The music intro began to play. A song of shahdu. From the music at first, it sounded sad.

"🎶 🎶"

"🎶 🎶"

Agam so tense, the music that scoured the recesses of his heart.

Agam's heart pounded more when Linda began to move her head slowly to the left and then to the right, while holding a circle of headphones in the right ear, then closed her eyes and took her breath.

Then the beautiful woman looked at him fixedly, before finally her red lips burst out a pitched voice, chanting a shahdu verse.

A song titled Cues and Prayer Creation Abun SS & Anonymous

🎶 You .. is hope

🎶 You .. is a dream

🎶 Dreams ..

🎶 Love ....

🎶 If you knew

what I feel every night

🎶 Love ....

🎶 If you knew

how I feel

when you were in front of me, with me, looking at me

Refs

🎶 You .. is hope

🎶 You .. is a dream

🎶 Dreams ..

🎶But darling

I was too close to hold this feeling

🎶 You wouldn't know

🎶 I'm afraid to say one word

which I have been feeling all this time

🎶I can only sing

complaining on the moon ..

🎶 Also on the pillow ... where I lean my head, my tired, my empty

Refs

🎶 You .. is hope

🎶 You .. is a dream

🎶 Dreams ..

🎶 You're too special for me

🎶 Until my feelings say

you can't possibly reach

Agam lowered his head, powerless to resist the turmoil of feeling as Linda pointed her hand at Agam when she said "You."

Mr. Abun SS nodded slowly, occasionally swinging his head and hands left and right. His hands were repeatedly raised in Linda's creation. While his feet knocked, stomping the floor according to the rhythm and rhythm.

🎶 Just prayer ... and tears melt

🎶 Hope God help servant

🎶 From rasaku .. unusual love

Refs

🎶 You .. is hope

🎶 You .. is a dream

🎶 Dreams ..

The music starts to slow down, then slowly shrinks, smaller, smaller, smaller.

Until finally disappeared and disappeared from hearing along with applause and standing applause from Pak Abun SS.

'Prok prok.'

"Yes LB, you're amazing." Mr. Abun SS took off the headphones in a hurry and ran towards Linda who was staring at Agam.

He was waiting for Agam's reaction, but the man seemed completely uninterested.

"You're great." Mr. Abun SS almost hugged Linda, but a chill shocked her.

"HEMHEM!! Let's go home," he asked.

Glam pulled Linda's hand.

"Pu-home?" Linda wonder.

"Make a resume of his assessment, email to my email," said Agam when leaving Pak Abun SS confused.

"Ba-good, Sir. In the end, he had to say yes.

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"Sir, don't hurry. I'm tired."

"Tired? Alright. Now it won't be tired anymore" Agam said as he carried Linda to the car, and stuffed Linda's bag into the trunk.

"Aaaa, Sir ... Agam .. slow down."

"Don't yell, we'll run, El." Agam put his seatbelt on Linda, his eyes look twisted alert.

Linda was scared.

"Sir, what's going on? I'm not afraid."

"There's someone who wants you."

"What?! Whereabouts? The enemy? I didn't see it, sir."

"Rare you sure you didn't see it?"

"Yes, sir." Linda looked around.

"There's on your right side, your future husband," he replied as he drove off the car.

"What?! Hahaha, I was fooled." Linda just understood.

Whether Agam realizes it or not, a black pickup truck, seen stalking the movement of Agam cars.

Hmm, hopefully not the bad guy.

❤❤ Connect ....