Dear Girl Mr. Agra
A miss?

In an apartment in the middle of a big city, where Kiran lives. Yes, as he wished, he did not want to stay in Agra's mansion, he did not want any servants and cars as his vehicles.

Agra had prepared as Kiran wished, a place to live without anyone else in other words a servant. But Agra also does not raise their hands about Kiran vehicles which are very important because living in a big city does not have their own vehicle will be difficult if you want to go anywhere.

An Agra matic motorcycle was given to Kiran, in order to ease his wife's move. Even when Agra left, she left an envelope for Kiran to her confidant. The envelope contained an unlimited card, as well as some cash and iron horse keys that Kiran currently uses every day when going to campus. And also do not forget a new mobile phone, Agra gave also for her, I don't know it's possible so that he is not difficult to contact Kiran.

One year is almost gone, Kiran passes her days like a girl, having friends on campus who are also kind to her. Kira is a type of girl who is soft and quickly familiar with her age, but not with the opposite sex. Somehow his heart limited the opposite sex because he felt he had a big enough responsibility. Yes Kiran put herself as a wife of someone who is Agra.

Yes, although Agra also does not demand that he not befriend other men, but still he limits it.

An expression of time that continues to run and does not want to wait for anything, yes maybe that is what Kiran is living today, after she signed a marriage contract with Agra.

As much as Agra at that time, the man was really not there by his side during that time, not even giving much news, only occasionally it could be counted messages and phones in his cellphone history.

Kiran never knew what she was doing all this time, where she is, and who she has been with for the past year. Yang Kiran knew, Agra granted all her wishes with full responsibility towards her.

The mysterious man who came suddenly when the villagers and his parents branded her as the unlucky carrier girl, and even they had the heart to expel him even though he should be given the word condolences because his lover left him right on his match day, but Agra's arrival and being ready to marry her and take her away from such an environment made Kiran feel that her life was shining again.

But in their first days as a married couple, Agra went far away from her, of course with Kiran as her secret wife.

“Nona misses with mr Agra?”

A woman's voice sounded from her left side, yes she was Mela. The servant whom Agra trusted to occasionally look at Kiran's situation during her time away. They were walking along a pedestrian street near the Kiran campus.

Once a week Mela comes to visit Kiran, and occasionally the woman who is much older than Kiran brings a bouquet of flowers and she says Agra told her to.

Whether it is coincidence or just a lip sweetener, currently a bouquet of beautiful flowers is in his hands and Mela is the one who gives it at Agra's command, he said.

“Why should I miss him, sister Mel? Not necessarily also he thought of me,” replied Kiran after inhaling the fresh scent of rose petals.

Mela laughed at hearing that. “If Mr Agra doesn't think of you, why would he give you that bouquet of flowers?”

Also true! Kiran became doubtful, actually what Agra wanted, it was obvious she herself who made the lower boundary of their relationship only mutually beneficial and contractual partner. Kiran shook her head and kept the bouquet away from her face.

Kiran nodded and Mela threw a smile and waved her hand when Kiran had ridden her favorite yellow motorcycle, “be careful!!” Kiran heard Mela screaming from a distance that was already quite far away.

Although Kiran has many friends, Mela is still the person she trusts the most, even Kiran often complains of small things to her, such as college assignments and love statements from young people on campus.

Mela's words continued to bother him, ‘If Mr. Agra doesn't think of you, why did he give you that bouquet of flowers’ Kiran sighed deeply and threw it away slowly, because of a little lack of concentration he almost grazed someone who was crossing the road.

Decitan brake is heard until it makes other riders turn to the origin of the sound. “Sorry, I was wrong, did you hurt?” kiran felt guilty.

Someone who almost became a victim of Kiran did not answer him, he just kept silent by continuing to look at Kiran's face with a strange look. “Master? Are you hurt?” kiran asked again because her first question was unanswered.

“Hah? Oh no, I'm fine. But next time you have to be more careful huh, I'm Reza.” The man stretched out his hand waiting for Kiran to welcome her, but Kiran instead kept silent with a shocked expression.

‘Reza? Why should I meet with the same name as you.’

“Nona?”

“I Kiran, if no one gets hurt I beg you to leave, because there is business, excuse me,” Kiran said as she passed away without welcoming the hands of the man named Reza.

Weirdo? Perhaps that was how the man felt, because his expression changed even more when he introduced himself. But he was quite happy because with the heart of the woman who almost bumped into him wanted to introduce his name. “Beautiful once,” praise Reza on the girl he just met.

Kiran continued her journey and entered the apartment building area, parked her vehicle in the basement where the apartment dwellers parked the car type and only Kiran put her motorcycle there.

Upon arriving at his apartment unit, Kiran threw his bag recklessly towards the sofa, and he immediately went to the toilet to clean himself up, after making sure he is clean and fresher than before he also intends to make his mainstay food, instant cup noodles. Somehow the simple food he put on his favorite list, maybe because it makes it not difficult.

But suddenly his eyes saw a bouquet of flowers falling down the floor that apparently fell as he threw his bag. A piece of paper he found tucked between the flower stalks, he took the paper and read it slowly.

‘Hai Kiran, how are you? Did you miss me? Heheh..of course not, sorry yes this writing is not my writing, but Mala is the one I asked to write it for you. Oh yes my work is almost done, and soon I will return to Indonesia. You're fine over there, these few days I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, because I'm so busy. Greetings from Agra.’

Without realizing it her cheekbones were raised and her lips curved like mooncakes were often available at the feast table. Receiving such a message made her relieved, somehow relieved for what. For sure he knows that Agra's work is almost done. But... Kiran forgets that after her choice will be charged by Agra. Choose to continue or stop being the wife of the landlord.