
“Do not touch it, Pah.” He stood in front of Roy. “I beg you, don't hurt him, Pah. She's the only woman I love, Pah.”
Roy heard his son's words. He got up from the couch. “It depends, whether you can be invited to cooperate or not.” Roy turned on one cigarette. “If you continue to be stubborn like this, do not rule out the possibility he will be doomed.”
“I won't forgive Papah if something happens to him.”
“Do I need your apologies?” Roy puffed cigarette smoke in Agra's face until Agra pebatuk.
Agra may be a playboy, but she's a non-smoker and a drinker. He was simply venting the misfortune of his doll-like life controlled by his father.
Papah may not have known if Kinara had anything to do with Dika. If Papah knew, he would think hundreds of times to touch Kinara, he certainly did not want his business to be destroyed. What else is more important to him than business, the inner Agra.
“According, Agra. What is the difficulty of fiancee with Allen,” said Roy lightly.
“I still don't want fiancee Allen, Pah!” Agra refused. After all the girl he loved was only Kinara.
“You!” Roy raised his hand high. “Truly useless child!”
“What being a child should be useful first can only be considered a child? If it's useless I don't deserve to be your son?” Agra humps his head.
Behind the attitude of playboy and his cherry, in fact Agra also holds so many wounds. Living in the restraints of a treasure-crazed father is no easy feat.
“You!” Roy's hand was already swayed.
“Hit, Pah. Hit it!" Agra leaned her face. “I'm your son, Pah. Your child! Doesn't Papah feel sorry for me? Papah always tied my neck firmly, determined where I should go to school, arranged with whom I was friends, how I should behave! All that Papah did for Papah's ambition! Can't this time just Papah give me the opportunity to choose for myself, what kind of woman I want.” A clear thread dripped from Agra's face.
Is Roy's heart broken? No, his heart was harder than a stone. Instead of feeling sorry for Agra, Roy landed a slap that made Agra's face more hurt.
“Paaah ..” Susi approaches, flanking Agra's arm and pulling him away from Roy. “Honey, let's go to the room. Please don't fight with Papahmu.” Luci cries out.
The house is hell for Agra, except for the presence of his mother who makes Agra think the house is still worth to be occupied.
“Mah, I'm sorry.” Agra hugged Lusi while whispering, “Please protect my woman, Mah. Name's Kinara. I beg you, Mah. Nathan, he knows everything.”
Susi gave no answer, not a word came out of her mouth except a gentle pat on Agra's back.
Agra took off her mother's embrace. He immediately grabbed his jacket and motorbike key. He intends to leave the hell that locked him for so long, it does not matter if he has to lose the luxury of life given Roy. Escape from hell as soon as possible has become his determination, but Agra has not had time to step away. Four sturdy guards had already greeted him at the door. It seems Roy had planned this carefully.
“Soaring!” agra's screams sounded trembling. “I said step aside, Goddamn it!"
Agra's efforts were in vain, currently both his hands were flanked by two bodyguards.
“Force us, Young Master. We only execute the orders of the Lord,” said one of the guards.
“Let go of me.” despite rebelling with all his might, Agr still could not fight four well-trained people. Moreover, the condition of his body that has weakened due to a slap and blow from Roy.
Nathan who saw the incident could only stay in the corner of the room. Since Nathan approached Agra and explained about Agra and Allen's engagement. The two agreed to stay away, if Roy found out Nathan helped him close to Kinara, did not rule out the possibility that Nathan would be affected by his father's greed.
At least someone should protect Kinara, even if not her.
“Cage him in the room! If anyone dares to take the child out, then it will have to face me. He can only come out when the engagement party is held!” decreed Roy.
The four bodyguards immediately took Agra into his room, locked up and locked from the outside according to Roy's orders. Agra was like an exiled prisoner, but the one who locked up was his own Papa.
Lusi repeatedly pleaded for Roy to forgive Agra. The tears that Lusi showed did not change Roy's stance.
🍃Agra🍃 Room
After the bodyguard locked her in the room, Agra immediately picked up her phone and sent Dika a text message. As soon as the text message was sent, Agra immediately restarted the phone.
He was sitting in his study, accompanied by a cup of coffee. In addition to the pile of files and the computer screen that was just turned on, Kinara's beautiful face immediately greeted him as soon as the computer screen was turned on.
His fingers began to dance on the keyboard, occasionally sipping Ken's coffee. Until his eyes were fixed on the mobile phone that vibrated, on the front appeared the name Agra plastered.
Agra: I'm paying for your promise. Please protect, Kinara. Right now he really needs someone beside him, and I think that person is you. I was willing to sacrifice anything for Kinara's safety. Even if you let go with him, just make sure his safety.
“Ken give me my car keys!" Dika shouted, his steps hurriedly looking for Ken's whereabouts.
“This, Mr.” Giving the car keys. “What business is it, sir? Let me take inter.”
“No need, Ken. You just investigate what's going on with the Grissham.” family
After giving orders to Ken, Dika immediately drove his car at full speed. And here's where he ends. In front of Kinara's house.
🍃Flashback off🍃
Kinara House.
“What are you doing to my house?” ask Kinara ketus.
“To make sure you are, Kinara.”
You must have been hurt by the news of Agra's engagement, Inner Dika.
During her trip to Kinara's house, she had already heard the latest news about Agra and Allen's engagement.
“I'm fine, now you can go home.” If listened to carefully, this sentence that Kinara spoke sounded harsh. However, the sentence sounded pitiful in Dika's ears as Kinara uttered it with a stifled voice and quivering lips.
“Can I come in? Just spent one cup of coffee.”
Kinara seemed to take a deep breath. “Come.”
🍃Teve🍃 room
“Sit down, let me have Aunt Ane make you coffee.”
“Can't I have your coffee, Kinara?” dika lirih.
I've never tried any food or drink you made, Kinara. I spent a lot of time by missing that opportunity, Inner Dika.
“Haah ..” Kinara moaned long. “Alright, what coffee do you want?”
“Black coffee, one spoon only sugar. That's my favorite coffee, you have to remember.” Dika smiled.
So when God accepts my appeal and we refer to it again, at least you already know my favorite coffee, Dika's mind.
“For what do I know about your favorite coffee?” Kinara passed away.
Who knows the soul mate between us is not over, Kinara, Inner Dika.
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