Agatha Anderson
Agatha Anderson — Sweet Morning

...I hope the happiness that comes is not just an illusion that in the blink of an eye will disappear. I hope this lasts forever....

...Is happiness not the fruit of patience?...

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Christ was awoken by the sunlight that burst out from behind the glass window whose curtains were already wide open. His eyes looked around looking for traces of his wife but nothing.

Was last night just his dream? 

Thinking about it made her feelings disappointed again. Moving down from the bed he intended to make coffee to clear his head. But again he was surprised by his wife's presence in the kitchen.

"Agatha."

"Hey, good morning," his wife turned and smiled at him, her hand thrusting out the cup of coffee she received with a warm feeling.

"Not usually I see you in the kitchen, not the office?" his steps approached to see what Agatha was doing. "What did it do?"

"You're making our substitute breakfast for dinner void," Agatha had indeed prepared many ingredients even though they hadn't been touched by her.

"What do you want to cook?"

"I don't know. Still thinking about it and I had no idea for it," turning to face towards her husband, Agatha crossed both hands in front of her chest.

"Would we eat out? Cooking doesn't suit me," the breakup gave up.

"It would be more special if you cooked for me, Sunshine."

"But you know I never cook at all. It's better that we go out now, I'm hungry," Agatha just stepped her legs when her arms were held by Christ who immediately hugged her.

"What else?"

"Why did you turn into this last night, I love it" whispered Christ, now leaning his head on his wife's shoulder.

"As I said last night, I was just trying to get better," and in that sniffy voice Christ caught the jitters in it.

He knew that this was not easy for his wife, who was always limiting herself to others.

"We don't have to eat out."

"Then? I'm hungry, Christ."

"Alright, we'll cook together," Christ let go of his embrace and looked at his wife with a smile that couldn't escape his lips.

"What?"

"You forgot that your husband is good at cooking? You underestimated me?"

"Ah, I forgot," Agatha winked a few times because she really did not remember.

For a year living together they never used the kitchen to cook in person except to make drinks. There was an aunt from the main mansion who was in charge of cooking and cleaning the house every day, and especially today Agatha comforted the aunt's duties. The goal is to make breakfast fail already, he should be aware of his great zero ability in terms of the kitchen.

"Alright, then cook it for me" he said, releasing Christ's arm around his waist, then walking out of the kitchen.

"I told you we cook not me, Sunshine. Why did you leave?" he demands it on his wife.

"I'm gonna take a shower. I'll help you later" replied Agatha who had now disappeared from Christ's sight.

And as you know how crazy Christ was about Agatha, now the man just shook his head slowly and smiled broadly. Agatha's attitude was adorable to her.

Maybe we should check on this man's health, because his love level for Agatha is questionable.

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The two now sat face to face with a bowl of mushroom soup that was almost finished. In the end they or rather Christ cooked a regular breakfast menu that was easy and quick to make because his wife was constantly grumbling from hunger.

Again there is an attitude of Agatha that changed from a ketus and cold to a slightly ordinary ketus, anyway. Agatha could have been a little sweeter to Joshua, but for now Christ is quite satisfied with that.

He realized his closeness could not be compared to Joshua.

"Aren't you ready for the office?" asked Christ who saw his wife was still relaxed and not ready.

"Not for today, I told Joshua to reschedule a few meetings," lightly replied Agatha then added, "Mother called me yesterday and asked us to go there."

"Why didn't you call me? Not usually."

What a scene where this woman is busy in the kitchen is a rare thing.

Shaking the phone on the table signifying the incoming call on Agatha's phone distracts the two. Agatha answered her phone quickly before answering it with a smile.

"Hey Babe, do you miss me? What's up?" his voice teasingly makes Christ inevitably now focus his gaze on the figure of his wife, who else called his wife so besides Joshua? He never got that special call.

"As I told you yesterday, I don't seem to be going to the office today. Christ and I are going to Mom's house."

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"Don't Gabriel handle it, you know the rules yourself."

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"I'll wait until two o'clock. If she can't do it as ordered, I'll make the job end myself" the voice sounded firm and cold, Agatha while working was always many times creepy as well as impressive.

Closing her phone call with a serious look on her face, Agatha looked at Christ.

"It's like it's noon I have to go back to the office."

"What's wrong?"

"There was a damage to the company's database that Gabriel dealt with a while ago but now the damage is getting worse and potentially eliminating a lot of data."

"No copies?"

"There was, but the division head refused to give it on the grounds of a re-scan."

"Maybe you have to do a scan, why not just wait?"

"I know for a fact that nothing needs to be scanned in that data Christ. I don't hire one person in a company. There's something wrong in the process this time and it looks like I have to see it firsthand."

Christ sighed and looked in admiration at his wife, Agatha's attitude in working more or less the same as it seemed. Do not like something that fails, is in vain and everything must go perfectly.

"Do you want company?" he bargained with pleasure because he himself applied for two days leave on Arthur.

"You're not trying to steal any information from my company, are you?" agatha's reply made her husband now look at her in disbelief.

"Agatha, gosh! I'm your husband, and you think that to me?"

"Well, even though we are husband and wife but our respective companies are. There was no harm in me suspecting a little," then without caring for her husband who was still shocked by her attitude, the woman waltzed off to go to the room.

"I can't believe he had the time to think of suspicious of me, why is that adorable?" the man muttered then followed his wife into the room to prepare.

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"You've been following my orders?" the voice of the person behind the phone sounded enthusiastic.

"It has. But it doesn't seem like it's going to be easy."

"It's okay, it's just a small start. I'll show you a few more shows to make it interesting."

"Well, Miss, does that mean my job is done?"

"Yes, your job is over. I've paid you some money. Remember, there can't be any trace of anything that leads to you or me."

"Good, Miss."

Closing his phone, the woman smiled with satisfaction. He will start little by little a show for his lover and his partner. He himself did not aim big just wanted to make them feel his shame and heartache alone.

"You two are the ones who betrayed me. Let's see if the two of you can weather the storm I'm about to make" his hand grabbed the portrait of two smiling men.

"For you Christ, I'm still heartbroken at the way you left me like I was nothing. What do you think everything I've done for you is that? You have to pay it back, right?" then his eyes turned to the portrait of the woman.

"Agatha Anderson, I hate you even though you don't realize it. You don't know me either, do you? But it's okay because soon we'll see each other."

Neona smiled widely and then rose from her seat, staring at the bustle of Manhattan from the glass window where she was now.

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