Dear Girl Mr. Agra
Strangers in Bed

Kiran put the letter on the table, But there was something strange, he actually saw a date of delivery of the letter written on a date three days ago, “now the 25th, he said, why is this letter dated 22? What's wrong write, ah bodo time, I'm dizzy.”

He breathed long. Feeling tired because all day had to wrestle with the tasks of college not to mention having to take care of this large room alone.

She slammed her bok*ng into the import sofa that Agra had prepared for her, stretching her leg muscles massaging her arms lightly. Routine activities are boring but with a sense of security and comfort because they live far from where they used to live. The place where people are evil to him, a place where everyone there is very fond of insulting and cornering someone who is a victim and even considered as a cause.

Kiran hates everyone in the village, which means the father who also has the heart to throw her out even though her daughter really needs her right then and there. But there was someone she missed in the village, her mother.

“Job...”

Kiran massaged her heavy nape, she was tired today, tired from college assignments and took care of a room this big alone. Yes indeed he who refused his servant but can not be denied Kiran is just an ordinary girl who must feel tired and bored.

He closed his eyes involuntarily, comfortably... Kiran fell asleep in a while.

But after a while passed, he just realized that the air was cold and made him shiver, he pulled the blanket and exclaimed ‘ahhh... Warm.’

But wait! Something is wrong, but what?

His eyes were still closed as he muttered in his consciousness. “Didn't I have been on the sofa, then where did I get the blanket from?”

Kiran opened her eyes quickly, and to her surprise, she found herself in bed with a blanket. He felt his heart beating fast and irregular. “B-how can I be in bed? A-what is this apartment haunted?” kiran said with a murmur.

“Cuntilanak, pocong. But no way, I'm not his son and pocong? His hands are tied how he can carry me.” Kiran shuddered with goosebumps thinking about such a thing, she circulated her gaze watching the surroundings of the room that were dim as the light only came from the dimer that was on the table.

Degh’

Kiran only realized that she was not alone on the bed, there was another figure who also laid a body there, with her. Her romantics stood up, her body bristling. He slowly glanced to his left side, and saw a human lying on his bed, a blanket with his that he had pulled to cover his body that was shivering with coldness.

“Hei! Who are you?!”

Kiran jumped in shock, away from that person, whether human or what creature she was sleeping with on one bed.

Kiran did not get an answer from that person, she took a pillow and beat up someone nonstop, “ku asked! Who are you!?, why are you sleeping in my bed?!”

Kiran saw him getting up from his position, it took a while for Kiran to realize that someone was a Man. His eyes darted as if he wanted to get out of his place. In fact, he saw clearly that the man was not wearing full clothes, was not wearing a top and showed his stomach which had a ripped bread brandished with sapiroti.

Whoa!

Initially Kiran who was grounded immediately realized himself, and looked at himself who was still fully dressed and can be sure he was still in a safe position.

“You're up?”

‘Whose voice is that? Berlin, **** and warm?’

Kiran immediately got off the bed and ran towards the light switch then turned it on, turned her body quickly and sure enough the person sitting on the edge of the bed was a Man.

But Kiran could not yet see who the man was because his position was down which might have been collecting his life which was bounced away due to his punch.

“Why are you standing there, Kiran?”

‘Hah Kiran!? She knows my name?’

Kiran saw the man rubbing his face and sweeping his hair back. Then look at Kiran who is standing stiffly behind the door with a pias face.

The broom that was in his hand had now changed position, yes! The broom he just dropped under the floor. Kiran covered her mouth in disbelief because of what she saw.

That the man who laid the breast, who was sitting on the edge of his bed, was...

“Mr Agra!?”

The man smiled by showing his white and neat teeth signifying that it was true! That man is Agra Madava Nadindra.

...

The awkward atmosphere Kiran could feel, at this moment they were still in the same room, still silencing her mouth tightly.

“Why are you, Kiran? Pain?” asked Agra who felt strange with Kiran's blushing face.

“No! Euumm... But can't you, you put the shirt back on?”

“Oh. My clothes were wet from the rain when I got off the taxi and walked in.”

“What are no other shirts?” Kiran urged Agra to wear her other clothes.

“There, but still in the suitcase, I was lazy to dismantle it,” replied Agra casually, whether consciously or not with Kiran's attitude who was actually embarrassed to see her not dressed, because she was not dressed, but surely Agra was secretly hiding her sly smile.

Walking sideways like a crab, Kiran headed for Agra's suitcase, which was stored beside the wardrobe, opening the suitcase without looking at Agra.

Dismantling continues, looking for casual clothes but he has not yet found. All shirts and some office jass.

And his eyes widened again when he saw his hand was holding a triangular object, yes it was a very sacred object for him.

His face turned red, he immediately put it into a pile of Agra clothes, and his hand took the origin of a black shirt and pointed it at Agra without turning his head.

“This, just wear this. I found nothing but a shirt and a jass.” Said Kiran who closed her eyes.

Agra laughed in his heart, seeing such a thought attitude, it was confirmed that Kiran was a good girl and had not been touched by another man.

Imagining her first time for Kiran, made Agra cheer in her heart.

Agra stepped towards Kiran who was still sitting on the floor, picking up her shirt that Kiran had picked out, aahhh like a real couple, although they are a legal husband and wife according to law and religion.

But Agra actually crept Kiran's hand, which made Kiran terjeljankan shocked and immediately pulled her hand away from Agra's hand.