Dear Girl Mr. Agra
Hating the Traitor

Nancy screamed hysterically, her chest tight and the blood was not just coming out of her nose but out of her ears as well. Nancy was increasingly made into a relationship that some time later Nancy was no longer aware of herself.

Dark foam immediately came out of Nancy's mouth with her convulsing body. All who saw it screamed hysterically, and Faris as the head of the family there also could not do anything because he had known the nature and character of his grandson. The other side of Agra is a little scary but all he knows, if Agra has taken the other side of it out, it means that the person's mistakes cannot be forgiven.

Seeing the worrisome state of Nancy, Agra's heart was not at all moved to help or feel pity, it was Agra grinning with a creepy expression. And this was also the reason Agra forced Kiran to take a quick rest so that his wife would not see the atrocities he was making.

Agra crouches down in front of the dying Nancy, who even if there is someone who intends to help her to take her to the hospital, Nancy's life may be saved, but that's impossible. Because this is what he wanted.

"Mama Nancy's. Ck, you don't even deserve that noble title. You know, this is what you're going through when you deliver that fucking poison. Let's put you in hell!" Agra rose from his crouching.

Nancy's eyes looked at Agra with a look of begging to help her, but the man her father had lost didn't care about her, tears flowing from the corner of her firm eyes, his hand outstretched wanting to grab Agra but Agra instead passed her Smirk.

Waiting just a few minutes, Nancy died with her eyes open.

Agra shook his head at Roger, and the confidant nodded and approached Nancy to check her pulse, which was not felt.

"He's dead, sir."

"Good! get her done, I'm sick of seeing her."

Agra turned to return to his room, but his steps stopped for a moment to look at the grandfather who looked shocked as well as the others, Hendrawan said.

"I hope Grandpa doesn't hate me. I'm doing it because I hate a traitor so much!" said Agra slowly but with a satire at the end of his sentence whose eyes looked sharply at Hendrawan. And Hendrawan who looked at it like he was immediately nervous.

Yes, the man who was Agra's uncle, did not expect that his nephew had another side that was very shiny, his throat seemed to dry suddenly. His eyes wander toward the child, Olivia. He also seemed to be in shock with what he saw.

"O-Olivia, you said you wanted to make tea for everyone, right? come on, Papa help." Hendrawan immediately got up from his seat and pulled Olivia's hand to get out of there.

Walking around in a twist as it avoided Agra who was still even looking at him sharply.

Arriving in the kitchen, Olivia immediately released her hand from the hand checks of the father.

"Why is this why? since when did I say that I want to make tea, after all, where can I make tea or something like that" protested Olivia.

"You've been quiet, don't be chatty! we'd better avoid Agra for a while."

"Why Pah?" ask Olivia who doesn't understand.

"Yes, it should have been like that before. We can't take Agra for granted, if we don't want to end the same fate as Nancy."

"But Agra says I hate traitors, I'm not a traitor, Pah. I love him and want to live with him."

"Stupid! it's the same, Agra doesn't like her life at the nuisance. We need to be more careful now."

"What are our plans to separate them? I love Agra so much, Pah.." whined Olivia.

"It's not so, it's just that we need to put it off."

"All right."

Agra returned to his room, his eyes looking softly at his wife who was still sleeping soundly under the blanket there, the way he looked at her was very different when down there at Nancy, who was still sleeping, which is even like two different people are in the same body.

Agra stepped towards the bathroom, intending to cleanse his hands of the trace of sin that had destroyed the life of a traitor.

After making sure his hands were clean, Agra immediately went up to the bed to join his wife who was already drifting in her dream. She flung herself down and hugged Kiran from behind, and in her subconscious Kiran was stunned after Agra's hand wobbled in her stomach and turned to return her husband's embrace. They fell asleep under the same blanket hugging each other.

The night is almost here. Kiran had already woken up to play the eyelashes of Agra, her husband, who had been sleeping together since when he hugged her.

After being satisfied with wearing Agra's lashes, Kiran wanted to release Agra's hand and get out of bed to clean herself, but it was only an intention, because Agra was holding her back.

“Where are you going?” agra asked still with her eyes closed.

“Lho? Are you awake?”

“Where are you going, hmm?” ask Agra again.

“Want a shower, Mas said I should help aunt Lili ‘kan?”

“No need, it may be finished, we just need to attend it when at the event tonight.”

“Am I late to wake up, Mom? So no good.. ,” lirih Kiran while her hands are playing Agra shirt buttons.

Agra dropped his sight. Feeling anxious with his little wife.

“Are you fishing Mas, hmm?” agra's hand grabbed Kiran's round chin which made Kiran look up.

A few moments ago they were still staring at each other. But somehow when now the lips of the two have been clenched to each other.

But before Agra drifts away and will do more, Kiran soon escapes from Agra. Because if that happens he will feel like a daughter-in-law who does not know himself because on the first day of his father-in-law's death he even had fun in bed, and it will not be Kiran let, and it will not be, agra forced him.

Kiran stood beside the bed with a look of annoyance by Agra who was like being camped by his wife.

“Mas we should immediately prepare to go down, because aan looks bad if we are cool in the room,” said Kiran.

Agra sighed in the air, because what Kiran said was true. He nodded and got out of bed.

“Then you take a shower first yes, Mas down first, afraid grandfather needs my help.” Kiran nodded and Agra passed after giving her forehead.

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