Dear Girl Mr. Agra
I'm Jealous!

Agra still bent his face annoyed because his invitation had not yet been published by Kiran. In the living room Kiran walked up to him with a bowl of fruit salad she made herself, sitting on the same sofa Kiran shifted the bowl in front of Agra.

But like a sulking little boy, Agra shifted his position with lips still in the sweet, Kiran laughed a little at him, he really did not expect. The landlord who one year ago married her can behave like a normal human being, because it was beginning he knew, Agra is a cold and firm man.

''Don't want? yes, I let Kiran spend it.''

''Ck, don't you want to persuade Mas?''

Kiran choked on the salad she had just eaten. 'uh? did he just ask in the persuasion, really?' .

''Why's mas? Kiran has a wrong huh?''

''No, how could you possibly have it wrong, replied Agra who had already taken over the salad bowl from Kiran's hand.

''Then?''

''Mas wants it again, baby.''

Kiran swallowed the grapes with great difficulty, then drank some water to smooth her throat.

''But mas-''

''But what?''

''That ''Emmm, that I still feel pain,'' Kiran shamelessly said.

''Promise! this time slowly.'' Agra raised his two fingers and formed the letter 'V' to make his promise that would either be fulfilled or not.

Kiran let out a long sigh, looking at Agra who continued to whine like that, making her powerless to resist again.

''All right, tonight. I'm going out first, Mas.''

''Where?''

''Buying my personal needs,'' replied Kiran who continues to eat the fruit salad.

''Let Mala go, just give her shopping list.''

''No! did Mas not want to accompany me shopping?''

Agra drank the water quickly, and immediately got up from his seat. ''Every Madame Nadindra, we're leaving now!'' Kiran was surprised by her, Agra's hand gently pulled her so that Kiran would wake up as well.

''Wait for Mas! I haven't taken the bag!''

Agra does not listen to Kiran, he continues to pull Kiran towards the room that will take them to the garage to pick up the car that is stored there with the other cars.

''Mas, Kiran did not bring any money, '' Kiran said again when she was in the car.

''Huh? it's Mas's!'' Kiran returned the wallet to Agra.

''Whatever is mine, it is also already yours.'' The wallet was like a ball that kept passing, and now Agra had put his wallet in Kiran's hand and did not want any more rejection.

Agra drove his car, out of the garage through his spacious yard, and when he reached the main gate, the guard there immediately opened it.

On the occasional trip they exchanged glances and smiled at each other. Agra's hand had also grasped Kiran's hand, controlling the steering wheel with his left hand, even Agra did not look the slightest trouble.

Right at the crossroads, traffic signs were lit up in red, all vehicles from the same direction stopped letting riders from the other direction through.

Agra while humming lightly and smelling Kiran's hand which Kiran herself had already blushed in shame due to her behavior. To reduce his nervousness, Kiran opened the car glass, breathing in the cool morning air.

''Kiran?''

Kiran searched for the origin of the sound that turned out to be from the car next to Agra's car.

''Sang Roby,'' Kiran replied politely as her head nodded briefly.

''Good morning, sir, '' said Roby to Agra who only gave a wry smile.

''No courses?''

''No the Roby. Are you going to college?'' Kiran turned around asking without knowing Agra's current expression had already bent her face until it formed a number eleven on the forehead between her eyebrows.

''No, I will visit my parents.''

Kiran did not answer him again, until the sign turned green, without saying anything, Agra immediately reappeared his car away from Roby's car.

Roby who saw that could only shake his head. ''It turns out that his nature never changed. But it was you.'' Roby muttered.

''Mas?'' call Kiran who realizes that Agra is angry with her.

''Mas, I was just acting like a student meeting his lecturer, said Kiran.

''But I don't like it, I'm jealous, baby. What's more it's him, considering back at the time you were hugged, Mas is fed up again!''

''Not hugged, Mas!''

''Yes, I know!''

''Know it? where did I ever tell you the truth?''

''No, ah, forget it. Don't talk about him anymore!''