Dear Girl Mr. Agra
Agra Madava Nadindra

A delicious aroma of cooking smelled into Kiran's nasal cavity. His eyes were closed but his stomach suddenly rang, making Kiran open her eyes from feeling hungry.

Yeah, I don't think he fell asleep after crying a while ago. Tiredness is defeated by hunger. When he opened his eyes he saw someone sitting on the sofa a few meters away, and there were two dishes of food that still let out a puff of smoke.

‘What is that puff of smoke that makes my stomach sound?’ Kiran.

“Why just see it from afar, aren't you hungry?” asked Agra who had already devoured his food.

Still in place, Kiran did not dare to approach, she could only gulp her saliva as Agra devoured the food that Kiran could see it was fried rice.

“Are you not hungry?” ask Agra again with a full mouth, “If not hungry let me help spend,” he continued who managed to make Kiran waver and move from her seat.

Slowly but surely, and finally arriving beside the sofa, Agra just glanced at her and continued eating her. Feeling that the man was indifferent, Kiran finally sat on the sofa that was the most sidelines and took his plate and faced opposite to Agra's position at that time.

A small smile on her lips resulted in a dimple that was very rarely seen, but Agra immediately hid it. Somehow Agra suddenly smiled like that.

Agra secretly glanced towards Kiran who was eating her homemade fried rice so greedily. “He's really hungry,” murmured Agra.

The sound of the clink of a spoon from Kiran made Agra unable to speak which in the end he said, “Slow, I will not take your food, I will not take your food,” said Agra with his unconscious hand having rubbed the base of Kiran's head and passed out of the room.

Agra's spontaneous treatment makes Kiran pounding, not because she fell in love just that she again remembered her memories with Reza, her late lover. The sweet and warm treatment he often felt from Reza, and even then he felt also from Agra.

Agra returned to the room with two glasses of water in her hands instead of sitting on the sofa, but Agra instead sat at the table right in front of Kiran who had been sculpting still by holding a plate that still contained fried rice earlier. “A-there a-what?” asked Kiran stammeringly.

“Nothing, I just want to see your face clearly,” said Agra by staring intensely at the face of Kiran who was already flushed with nervousness.

“But you can sit on the sofa right.''

“Why? Is there a rule that prohibits a husband from sitting close to his wife?” Agra's words made him even more wrong. ‘ What! a husband? My God, I even forgot his name, how can we be called a husband, wife .’ Cold sweat poured from his temples. The plate in her hand had already moved into Agra's hand and was placed on the table right next to her.

“Don't be close, I even have the right to ask for more from you,” said Agra with a slight whisper as well, setting his eyes on some parts of Kiran's body, thus making her shudder in horror at him.

Agra pinched Kiran's little nose until it left a mark there with a laugh from Agra. “Hahah... You must have thought I'd kiss you, right?” ledek Agra's.

“Do not expect more. Hem. yes, I've left first. You rest just.” Agra got up from her seat and walked away from Kiran who was already able to breathe with relief.

“But after me later, don't expect you to be able to escape, hm? If you forget to lock the room door,” seduce Agra again but this time with the flickering of his left eye which again makes Kiran shudder amused.

Immediately, Kiran rushed to tidy up the dishes and wiped the table cleanly, before Agra returned. Just imagining it makes him cringe, let alone actually happen. Sleeping with a man who is not at all familiar with capital status will create a strange atmosphere for him.

But as soon as Kiran was about to bring the dirty dishes out of the room, she was surprised, because simultaneously she opened the door knob someone also wanted to go inside, a person she did not know, either, he was a man dressed as a waiter.

“Sorry Miss, has surprised you. I beg permission to take the dirty plate,” said the man's waiter who then took over the plate from Kiran's hand.

After the servant left, Kiran immediately closed the door and did not forget to lock it, she was afraid that Agra would again do something to her, yes, but still he's not ready to do that.

Climb onto the bed and grab a thick blanket to cover his entire body without exception. Ten minutes, twenty minutes to half an hour, Kiran was still on her guard, but there was no sign of the door being knocked or opened. Even that bad thought he tried to throw away and it turns out his drowsiness attacked. Slowly his eyes closed and did not wait for a long time he was already slumbering, asleep under his thick blanket.

Morning had come, the sun had tried to break through the window slit but the occupants of the room were still sleeping under his blanket. Klik’ the door opens because someone opened it from the outside, who is he? the owner of the house, Agra Madava Nadindra.

His lips smiled at a mound wrapped in a blanket on the bed there, his head shook while walking closer to the bed and then cleared his throat. “Hemm...” thick eyebrows Agra frowned because Kiran was completely unperturbed by her dehemence.

With hesitation Agra finally tried to open the blanket that rolled Kiran's body and saw the girl who slept with the position of a kind of tringgiling animals, “Warming,” chirps Agra unconsciously.

After removing the blanket from Kiran's body, Agra walked towards the curtain that covered the sunlight from the room's giant glass window. Feeling that something was bothering her eyes because of the glare of light, Kiran slowly opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Agra who was standing next to the window. At first he was not too aware, his eyes continued to look at Agra who that morning looked very handsome. T-shirt with shorts in addition to her hair that is still wet. “Sepagi is there already an angel?” muttered Kiran with a stinging voice.

“Do you still want to sleep, hm?”

‘That voice? That Master's voice?’

His round eyes widened and he immediately jumped from the bed to the floor screaming. “Kyaaakkk...!!!”