Dear Girl Mr. Agra
Please believe me

Faris and Liliyana deliver Agra and Kiran to the front of the house. Actually since then Faris continued to persuade Agra to want to spend the night there but he continued to reject it on the grounds that tomorrow morning there will be a meeting with clients from abroad, and the distance of the Faris mansion is indeed very far.

''Maybe next time, cake" said Agra, who had opened the door for Kiran.

''Then let Kiran stay here, after all tomorrow is a holiday, right Kiran?'' timpal Liliyana who spoke to Kiran.

''No, no. It's been sometime. Come on baby come in.''

Agra poked his head towards the door for Kiran to enter immediately so as not to hear any more coercion from Grandpa or Tantenya.

''Basic banditt!'' Faris floated his wand at Agra who had evaded, and they said goodbye and left.

During the trip Kiran just kept quiet and made Agra uncomfortable. ''Darling?''

''Hmmm, huh Mas?''

''You are still thinking about the matter earlier?''

''No Mas, my head hurts, '' said Kiran by massaging her forehead.

''Emmm, so I'll massage, hmm?'' Agra rubbed Kiran's head and returned to driving with focus.

Arriving at home, Kiran immediately cleaned up her already uncomfortable self due to the makeup that was stuck on her face. After finishing and coming out of the bathroom, he saw Agra who was already sitting on the edge of the bed and patting his bed so that Kiran immediately approached him.

''Why, Mas?''

''Come here, you are naughty. Said he said his head hurt, then why wet it.'' Agra gently pulled Kiran's hand and immediately removed the towel wrapped around Kiran's head.

Moving on from there took something from the drawer that turned out to be a hair dryer that he was looking for. Drying strands after strands of Kiran's hair so painstakingly, even she kept asking Kiran the same sentence. ''Not too hot, right?''

Finished drying her hair, Agra lightly massaged Kiran's head and led her to lay her head on her thigh. Kiran only complied because she was also already very comfortable because of the delicate hand of Agra.

''Mas?''

''Hmm?''

''On Reza's death anniversary, can I go to the village?''

Agra's hand stopped moving, but a few seconds later his hand moved again. Less looking up his head looked at Agra's originally flat expression and when he realized that Kiran was looking at him the smile seemed thin.

''Mas, I was just asking permission. But if Mas doesn't allow it, I won't go.''

''Really?'' Kiran nodded.

''Why ''Why?''

''Since I'm your wife, where may I go without your permission, Mas.'' Agra smiled happily because it turned out that Kiran really thought of adulthood even though she was still very young.

''Thank you, Cup.'' Agra lowered her head and briefly kissed Kiran's forehead and continued massaging Kiran's head.

''Darling?''

''Yes Mas?''

''Can you ask for something from you?''

''What?''

''No matter what happens. Please believe the same Mas yes, whatever you hear about Mas from others, never easily believe, if not from the mouth of Mas himself.''

Kiran looked up again, feeling that Agra's conversation this time was very serious and true to look from the eyes of Agra who expected a trust from him.

''Yes Mas, I will remember that, '' said Kiran after being silent for a moment.

Elsewhere, in a room, a girl who was sleeping there suddenly had to wake up because there was water splashed on her.

The girl woke up with a stinging breath. His face and body were already soaked, his head was aching as if it was gone, his hard-to-find consciousness was instantly regained.

His hand rubbed the roughness of his face that was soaking, his eyes twitching like they were looking at someone standing before him.

''Wake up you brat!'' hardik the man he called Papah.

Yes they are Olivia and Hendrawan.

Olivia looked at her wet bed and her drenched body, then glanced at her papa holding a bucket.

''Papa! what's wrong with papa?! why water me!'' olivia shouted so loudly at Hendrawan.

''You useless child! because of your behavior, Papa was embarrassed by that Agra!''

''Because of me? what's my fault, Pah?''

''Ck. Why did you come home drunk like that, huh!to humiliate your Papa right?! you useless child!''

Brakkkk

Hendrawan slammed the bucket until it was divided into several parts, Olivia could only stay on top of her bed because she also did not know what her father meant.

''Where's your bag?!'' Hendrawan stepped towards a dressing table. Olivia frantically jumped out of bed wanting to grab her bag on the dresser but Hendrawan took it first.

''What do you want with my bag?''

Without answering, Hendrawan had taken out a wallet from Olivia's bag, whose owner had been trying to get her back.

''Papa give me back my wallet!''

''All Papa will give back if you manage to snatch Agra's heart, and leave his wife to marry you!''

Hendrawan passed away, leaving Olivia who kept shouting to call her Papah.

''I love Agra too, Pah! but I can what?! he married another girl! Papah!!!!''

As if not concerned with the screams of Olivia, Hendrawan passed without looking back.

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''I'm going in, Mas be careful.''

Agra nodded and smiled then peeked at Kiran's head. ''Later, I'll pick you up here.'' Kiran nodded and Agra got into her car.

''Kiran?'' call Lisa from behind.

Kiran turned her body smiling at her best friend. Walking together up the stairs, through the few people sitting there, the one who used to gossip Kiran today they locked her mouth.

Kiran and Lisa exchanged glances, then laughed together. It turned out that Agra's confession that day was very influential that immediately silenced everyone in the campus.

''I went to the toilet for a while, said Lisa and Kiran continuing her steps towards her locker.

But when he opened the locker a letter fell down again, a blue-covered letter, a similar letter he got the other day.

Kiran did not open it immediately, she put the letter into the bag. Now that he was more able to hold back his emotions he did not want to look weak even though his heart had a speck of fear there.

And on the other hand, as soon as Agra reached her room, the tail of her eyes saw someone sitting on the sofa with his head lowered. No, Agra did not not not not not know someone, instead he really knew very well who was this early in the morning already there.

''Do you want to come here?!'' asked Arga without further ado who walked over without turning her head towards him.

Agra sat on his great chair, with a distance of several meters he saw the face of a girl who made his mood suddenly deteriorate this early.

''Agra?'' call her in a very soft voice but Agra looks unconcerned.

''I'm busy, quickly tell me your need why come here!''