I'm the Forgotten One
Missing.

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As she opened the door slowly, Welson saw that Agatha was asleep hugging the bolts as she used to do in her own home. Welson walked closer to his bed where Agatha was there. While settling down, Welson smiled a smile, whether a smile for what, the author did not know.

Seeing Agatha sleeping so soundly, Welson's hand was raised to rub Agatha's face and head gently. It felt, Agatha was so seductive when she was asleep like this moment. It's not Welson's name if he's not good at stealing opportunities. Yeah, Welson stole Agatha's soft, sweet lips. If Agatha had been awake, Welson would have been attacked by Agatha.

Satisfied with stealing the chance to kiss Agatha, Welson steps his foot into the bathroom. He intended to clean himself because his body felt sticky, his head felt full of desire since showering Agatha with kisses.

While Agatha who was asleep in bed, blinked her eyes and turned her body to the bathroom door. Agatha's vegetables heard the gurgling water coming from the bathroom, making her eyes more reluctant to open.

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Agatha woke up as cold hands touched her cheeks. He opened his eyes, and Welson was already right in front of him, naked and with only a towel attached to his body. The distinctive aroma of Welson after bathing, as if seizing the sense of smell Agatha. Their eyes locked onto each other. With a body wrapped only in a towel, making a real print of Welson's body plastered beautifully just before Agatha's eyes.

“You what?” agatha asked as Welson lowered his head to kiss Agatha.

“You!” he answered by winking his eyes.

Agatha hid herself behind a blanket when she heard Welson's spontaneous answer. The implied answer to desire, which made his soul feel lost. Agatha cursed herself, for some reason Welson could always make her captivated. Realizing that Agatha was still hiding under the covers, Welson pulled the blanket that covered Agatha's body, so that Agatha appeared under the covers.

“Yahhh, even sleeping again,” snorted Welson. In fact, Agatha just pretended that she did not get interference from Welson.

“Honey, wake up!” Welson wakes Agatha up by shaking Agatha's body like someone who is falling unconscious. But Welson did not succeed. He was upset, then hugged Agatha just like that which made Agatha open her eyes as wide as coins.

“Haha... Kena too right?” Welson chuckles.

“Sana dress!”

Instead of answering and obeying Agatha's orders, Welson hugged Agatha again. “You deliberately teased me?”

“Who is flirting? I put on clothes, not flirting,” replied Agatha who was still in Welson's arms.

“Sayanggggggg...”.

“What?”

“Still remember your promise back then?”

“Which appointment?” agatha asked with a frown, even though she already knew the direction of Welson's question.

Damnit damnit! Agatha could only go back to her stupid self and so easily break a promise to a starving lion. Now, die himself now. Something as important as that could easily be said he would do it later. His heart and mind were now at odds, pitying himself and cursing himself for being too stupid.

“Quiet, honey! The empty house. Papa mama is away, ART is on the market.” Welson looked at Agatha with tenfold increased gentleness to conquer the heart of the girl who became his girlfriend.

The tears that came from Agatha's eyes, slowly came out on their own. Apparently, Welson did intend to take it. Does love not take care of each other? Such statements no longer guarantee, all run aground and only leave a mark.

“Still not believing in me?”

Agatha turned her face away from Welson. It's free to argue with someone named Welson. With a heavy breath, Welson immediately floated a touch that made Agatha sting. Welson showered her with a kiss. Agatha's body was completely covered by Welson's hot kiss. Agatha wanted to rebel, but nothing because Welson's power was stronger than her.

Both of them were already free without a thread on their bodies. Welson smiled triumphantly before re-launching the action, in contrast to Agatha who only showed her flat face without any expression. Her tears were back in her eyes. Gently, Welson wiped the tears while saying romantic words so that Agatha could be calmer. Slowly bin laun, the two people are already in the enjoyment of each. Their exercise this afternoon makes the atmosphere of the room feel hot beating the temperature of the air conditioner. The sound of groans typical of this one sport increasingly makes these two people carried away in the taste and atmosphere like a newly married bride.

“Arrghhh!!” both shouted when they reached the top of this sport.

“Thanks, dear,” Welson said with a breath of breath, then kissed Agatha on the forehead.

Agatha could not answer because her tongue was twisted. He was hypnotized by Welson's charisma that made him lose something valuable that is not worth it yet and Welson do now. The old self is gone. Gone with the typical groans that had happened to them.

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Agatha stepped gontai when she entered her house. His eyes scoured the house as if looking for something. Something he was looking for, did not appear. He looked one corner at a time and the whole house, still nothing. There was only Bi Momon and also Mang Judas. With a drooping step, Agatha approached Bi Momon who was struggling in the family dining room.

“Eh, Non is home,” exclaimed Bi Momon as Agatha sat down at the dinner table.

“Daddy same mommy where, Bi? Not home yet?”

“Yes as usual, Non. They haven't come home yet,” Bi Momon replied with a look of pity at the girl who was in front of him. “Face Non Agatha why do I peel once like that?”

Agatha did not answer the question posed by Bi Momon. His mind was as if it was being wrapped in a thick fog. Agatha then stood up and left Bi Momon alone who was looking at her pity. Agatha continued to step her feet towards her room which was on the top floor. He slammed the door of his room hard and threw his bag on the floor. He put himself in bed and buried his face with a pillow. He was destroyed with only a word of promise ever uttered. It felt like she was crying out loud for her own actions.

Crying as hard as possible until the dry tears are no use anymore. Once destroyed, yes still destroyed like rice has become porridge. Agatha herself did not understand her feelings at this moment. He felt useless and tortured. He felt he was no longer loved. Welson, the person he thought he could understand and understand, was even completely far from that word. It was very desirable he cursed Welson if only he was a witch from England. But what a power, he loves Welson too much and can't live without him.

Since Agatha slept with Welson, she has felt less and less united to Welson than Welson had previously said. Agatha felt herself dirty, deformed, sinful, and despicable. Something precious was missing from him. She thought, What if her parents knew about it. But it felt impossible, it could have been in this state they could only scold him.

Agatha again dripped her tears behind the pillow that smothered her face. Why is he so stupid. She grabbed her hair and then turned to her bed. How messy Agatha is. What if something happened to him, did Welson mean it?

“Why? Why do I so easily let go of something so precious? Why would I exchange it for words that are hard to believe? Yes, the word love. Is that love? What does all that mean?” lament Agatha with tears.

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While Welson who was in his house, laughing happily triumphantly after he could conquer Agatha so easily. When he recalled the sport that had just happened, he smiled to himself like a madman. Where's his conscience? It was as if laughing and smiling, while his lover felt devastated by his actions.

“Hahaha.. I told you, I can definitely get you, dear Agatha,” she said without sinning in the slightest.

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To be continued…