Dear Girl Mr. Agra
WARNING that is IGNORED

On the way, Kiran and Agra joked, from playing suten, guessing to having to tell a shameful childhood story.

Kiran laughs at Agra's story, which she says is not embarrassing but adorable. Because Agra is currently telling his childhood when he wet the bed at school because he could not answer his teacher's questions.

The trip is still a long way, about half an hour to get to Washington Dulles International Airport. But instead of Agra asking Roger to accelerate the pace of his vehicle he actually asked Roger to stop at a culinary tour that was currently crowded.

''But Mas, isn't our flight schedule forty minutes away?''

''No, this, Mas has just been rumored if it turns out that there is airline management. Instead of waiting there, we better taste the food here, right, Roger?''

''Truly, Sir, '' Roger said.

Agra got out of the car and turned around to open Kiran's door. Pulling Kiran's hand slowly to get out of there even though Kiran was reluctant, because she herself still felt full.

But with persuasion Agra finally Kiran agreed, which he himself felt astonished because only this time Agra's appetite suddenly increased, and, Agra continued to order food even though the previously ordered food had not yet arrived.

''Has it been, how many ordered it, it must have been exhausted?'' asked Kiran who felt strange about Agra's order.

''Just relax, 'There will be Roger helping us to finish this meal, right Roger!''

''True Sir.'' That's all Roger can answer.

Kiran gave a lazy snort, seeing the amount of food Agra had ordered, which must have also taken a long time to wait for all the food to be available.

Agra chuckled softly at the look on Kiran's already sour face. He raised his wrist looking at the beautifully circular clockwork on his burly hand.

''It's a shame I'll call Anas first. You wait here.''

''I'm alone?''

''No, there's Roger who will accompany, just for a little while. Hmm?''

''Okay, but don't take it long.''

Agra nodded, and stood up from his seat rubbed gently on Kiran's head then went out of the restaurant.

The awkward atmosphere happened because Roger was not the type of person to talk to like Anas. Roger was a completely stiff man and never even once did Kiran see him show his teeth while talking. He only spoke when spoken to, the rest he would keep his mouth shut.

Roger sat with his gaze straight ahead, Kiran who was at the table with Roger felt strange because the man was like a living statue. He wanted to talk but he was also afraid of not being answered.

''Mr Roger?'' Kirain was determined to open the conversation

Roger looked at it with a very flat look. ''Yes Madam?''

''How long have you been working with my husband?'' Kiran tried to dilute the atmosphere, even though she herself chose random questions.

'It's been about, 6 years 3 months 14 days.''

Kiran was flabbergasted to hear it, because it was Roger who answered in such detail that even he remembered the month and the day, during his work with Agra.

''Wow! long time too.'' Roger just nodded.

Kiran fell silent again, thinking about the next question.

''Emmm... Mr Roger, is there a family?''

''Sorry my lady there is no power to answer personal questions.''

Kiran smiled clumsily with her hands scratching her non-itchy head. Intentions want to melt the atmosphere is precisely he who feels ashamed.

''I'm sorry Mr. Roger, if my question offends your personal matters.''

''The lady is never wrong. Don't ever apologize to me.''

'Any.' Inner Kiran.

*

Elsewhere at the same time, precisely in a small building that looks haunted, but in the building is not as it looks from the outside. There were already a few people standing around a man whose face was already battered and even he could no longer stand because of one leg that had been broken.

No No No

The sound of shoes rang out entering the small house, and the arrival of the man made several men there bow respectfully.

''Welcome, Sir!'' yell at everyone who was there.

''Hmm, her?''

''He is the man, sir, replied one of them.

''Then?''

''That commanding him is on his way.''

The person nodded and sat down on a chair that even closely resembled a throne. His hand played his phone, sending someone a message.

A few minutes later, the sound of the footsteps of several people and the scream of a very loud woman filled the room without the item, which certainly echoed all over the corner of the place.

''Untie me! What do you mean! huh!''

The seated man raised his head, watching the woman currently being tied up. It was also full of wounds, which could be seen from anywhere that it was not a blow from torture, but an accident.

''I need medical treatment, not brought here, you are so stupid!''

Without compassion, one of the men who tied her up pushed the woman with all her might, until she fell down right near the battered man with her broken right leg.

''Aaakkkkhhhhh!! who's he! What are you doing to him!''

''Are you sure you don't know him?''

Barinton sounds very real in the ears of the woman who immediately sought the origin of the sound, which for him is not foreign to his ears.

His eyes were wide open, his lips open.

''A-Agra?''

Yes the man sitting on the throne was Agra Madafa Nadindra, who was currently grinning towards him. ''I asked once again is it true that you don't know him?!''

Agra got up from his seat, approached the woman who was none other than Olivia, his own cousin's sister.

Olivia was puzzled, who then turned to the sitting and helpless man, her hands outstretched tremblingly raising the man's head with a slight pull of her hair, and how surprised he was that he retreated a few inches from his place.

''D–dia?''

''He's right! he's the man you ordered to break my car's brake strap. Which definitely aims to harm me as well Kiran. Right?''

''T–no A–Agra. I–it's a misunderstanding. Yes misunderstand me!''

''Are you still going to disown her, Olivia?''

Agra walked closer and closer to Olivia, his eyes glanced at his men who approached him with a black whip and he immediately took it from the hands of his confidant.

Olivia's eyes were increasingly made open, cold sweat had poured out about the wounds on her face. ''A–what do you want to do, Agra.'' Olivia regressed her position with her head constantly shaking asking Agra not to do what she wanted to do.

''A–agra, I'm your cousin's sister, please, don't–''

Cetttassssssss!!

Agra swung his whip which produced that loud voice. Olivia is getting scared, moreover, the look on Agra's face is not at all pleasant to see. And he remembered, that look was exactly the same when Agra was eliminating Nancy.

Cetttassssssss!!

Aaakkhh……!!

This time Agra not only swung it, but he lay it on Olivia's tall body which made her scream in pain.

''Agra, please.., sick, Gra…''

''Be sick? really true?''

Cetttassssssss!! Cetttassssssss!! Cetttassssssss!!

Agra continued to whip Olivia's body mercilessly. So the crossbred girl could no longer say anything. He could only cry for forgiveness from Agra.

Agra crouched down with a sinister face, her hands grabbing Olivia's hair strongly making her look up with tears.

''I warned you, didn't I? Anyone who messes with my life and my wife's, will be unlucky like Nancy.''

Olivia shook her head, still begging for forgiveness from Agra, but Agra is still Agra, who will not be able to forgive anyone who has intended to harm someone who means something to her life.

Agra continued to torture Olivia blindly. The cuts and tears were like paintings on the white body of Olivia, who even the 22-year-old girl had curled up there with her breath.

Satisfied, Agra also threw the whip off direction. Waving her hands that were not dirty at all because during the torture, she wore black gloves, and Agra crouched back to Olivia.

''Just relax, all the family will think that you're lost in the ravine there because of an accident. And I assure you, ha ya three days they grieve for your loss.''

Agra stood up and turned around. ''Clean it up, my wife is waiting for me.''

Agra passed away leaving behind Olivia who seemed to be dying and just waiting for her death to pick her up.

''Fine Sir!''

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At the restaurant, Kiran who was waiting for Agra, was slightly irritated. Her eyes continued to search for her husband.

''He's where the hell! the phone is also inactive.''

''Mr Roger, do you know where my husband went?''

''Yes, Madam, you sent a message earlier, saying that if the Madam asked about you, I have to answer her if she is talking to her business partner who met outside.''

''Huh? why did you just say?''

''Because you just asked.''

TB

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