Dear Girl Mr. Agra
A Choice

“Thank you,” said Agra after the sewindu passed they fell silent.

“For what?”

“To acknowledge who I am to you.”

“But indeed you are my partner right, Emmm... Husband.” Kiran said the last word with her face which she threw out of the car.

Agra nodded, and returned to concentration with his steering. Her lips smiled occasionally, but there was something that still stuck in her heart that was Kiran's call to her. Which is still in a formal tone, even very different from the tone of speech to others.

...

In front of the apartment unit door, Kiran and Agra who had just exited the elevator saw someone standing on their back. ‘Standing’ yes just stand up without doing anything. It can even be described as a lifeless mannequin.

“Anas? What are you doing?” agra asked the man who was Anas, her personal aide.

“Master. Sorry to interrupt your time off. I just want to give you this, then excuse me Sir, Miss.” Anas get out of there. Kiran who saw it was astonished because it was the first time she had met a human like Anas.

“Why?” agra asked Kiran who kept watching Anas move further away and repeated at the closed elevator door.

“Hah?”

“Why did you see Anas up to his side? You like it?” Agra's voice was sulking because of his own question.

“No, I'm just weird with him. You can an assistant like him from nowhere, he looks even more like a robot,” Kiran chirps which makes Agra laugh a little.

Both went inside. Agra sat down on the sofa and Kiran went to the kitchen and picked up a canned drink in the fridge. Bringing it to Agra who was directly in his throat ran out without rest.

“You again?”

“No, heheh... Sorry I'm so thirsty.” Agra's crisp laughter diverted Kiran's world, which again stirred Agra up, leaving her festering.

Kiran sat down in a distance, downing the fizzy drink bit by bit and stopping as Agra's voice burst back into her ear.

“Do not drink too many drinks containing soda, not good for women.”

A peaceful and warm voice, and the look of a Greek god. His heart thumped the umpteenth time. Somehow every face to face his hands shook and his mouth seemed difficult to open just to talk.

“Kiran.”

“Ya?”

“I'm back, how about your choice?”

Kiran was silent, but the question was also asked. Which even his answer was not at all he prepared even though it had been given for a year.

Ddrrrttt Ddrrrttt

The sound of vibrations from Agra's phone made Kiran feel relieved. Not to avoid Agra's question but Kiran had not thought of it yet. Whether it was because he had forgotten it or he had intentionally forgotten it, only Kiran knew the answer.

Agra said goodbye to answer the call, stepping away from Kiran whose heart was disturbed. “Call from whom anyway, why stay away!” grunts Kiran annoyed.

But a moment later he realized, what right he wanted to know about Agra's personal matters. Basic sassy! Kiran cursed to herself.

“Kiran?”

“Iya?”

“Can't you talk to me as normally as possible, like to the others?”

“Did I speak abnormally to you?” ask Kiran.

“Not that I mean, I want you to call me with a familiar call instead of a formal call.” Kiran paused for a moment, weighing up each of Agra's pretty simple requests.

“Mas? Can I call you with that call?”

Agra is fixated with a radiant face, the friendly call of every human being to call his partner makes his heart kasmaran.

“I like, yes I like that call,” replied Agra after a while just silent.

“In that case, I say I want to take a shower, mas.” Kiran stood up and passed by without knowing that Agra's face was currently blushing in shame, the call came out first from Kiran's tiny lips.

Agra jumped at his position that was still sitting, he felt very excited today. His white teeth continued to look because he was not ceasing to smile and cheer with a restrained voice.

Kiran walked without looking back, but when she reached the last step, she turned her head silently, as Agra felt, she felt too. Weird but collectible, huh? Hows it? Ahhh... Anyway it!

“Mas? Mas, hihihi, mas?” Kiran keeps repeating her new call to Agra, it feels funny but she likes her new call to Agra.

It took an hour for Kiran to pamper herself by soaking her whole body in cold water in addition to her favorite Vania scent soap.

‘Haahhh... Convenient once..’

His hands danced rhythmically with the music spinning on his phone. Still with you, yes the song performed by idols from South Korea was Kiran's choice, even several times he played the song again.

As the song ends, Kiran ends her bathing ritual. It is suitable in hot weather like this soaking in cold water. Cold right?

Get out of the bathroom with a towel shirt complete with a towel wrapped around his wet hair. Apparently Kiran forgot Agra's presence in the apartment, she even forgot to lock the door to her room.

Clique

The door opened and it was fortunate that Kiran had not yet removed her bathrobe, Agra's eyes crept a few times and entered with a hidden face that must have turned red.

“I just want to take this,” said Agra took the laptop bag that was on the nightstand and then came back out.

Had Agra seen Kiran's face back then, it might have been another thought. Because the red on Kiran's cheeks made the 22-year-old girl look so adorable.

Agra hurriedly came out, her heart was back pounding, her male instinct instincts peaked even more so she saw the sexy face of Kiran who was still rolling the water bath. And his clearly emblazoned legs kept dancing in his brain. “Jesus!!” agra's strangled cry.

“Ck, why do you have to wake up now, Joni! Very weak in your defense!” Agra curses himself, then goes from there immediately to the bathroom that is behind the cooking room.

In the room, Kiran, who was still shocked by Agra's arrival in the room, was still sitting on the small chair she pulled from under the roulette table. Remove the roll of towel wrapped around her hair and take the hairdryer from the drawer to dry her long hair.

“Good I haven't opened this, if I have? Want to put where your face is, Kiran.” muttered Kiran in front of a large mirror.