Make Me His Substitute
Much More Sweet
With the condition of his head that still hurts from having just been sewn, Aga continues his work reviewing ongoing housing development projects. Any prohibition of Anjani for Aga to return to the hotel alone and allow herself and Amara who continue the review is not cared for by Aga.
"Dear, you're so stubborn." Anjani shook her head to see Aga's hard attitude.
Aga ignored Anjani's words. He just keeps doing what he wants right now. Amara did not dare to make a sound. Until now, it still holds guilt for Aga because it has made the man hurt.
"Why did you just shut up?" Aga finally raised a question to Amara after almost an hour on the project site but Amara remained silent.
"I'm fine, sir." Amara spoke formally while reviewing a smile.
Aga can feel and see Amara's strange gurgle at this time. However, he chose not to comment and let Amara remain silent until they finally returned to the hotel after completing a review.
"Dear, do you need anything?" Anjani asked when she had just got out of Aga's car.
"none. I just want to rest and not be disturbed."
"But what about your head?" Anjani. He showed Aga that he cared about the man very much.
"What's wrong with my head? Just a small wound and nothing to worry about."
Anjani made a hunchback. Finally he nodded in agreement with Aga's words and no longer intended to ask until finally he reached the floor where his inn room was located.
"Hopefully the incident made Aga realize that I care about her a lot." Anjani muttered as she stepped towards the inn room she was in. In his current thinking, Anjani was hoping that Aga would be imbued with kindness and attention for half a day until Aga continued to be overshadowed by his face.
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"What's wrong with Aga?" Ask Amara. His usually cheerful face now looked gloomy for what reason.
"Why did you just shut up, hem?" Again asked Amara a question.
Amara focused her entire gaze on Aga's face. His gloomy face now looks sad followed by two eyeballs that glitter red. "I feel guilty for Aga. Not a day here I've been messing up and making Brother hurt." Amara voiced her heart.
Fine wrinkles are clearly visible on Aga's forehead. "Why did you come back to blame yourself? Didn't I tell you you were innocent?"
"But I feel guilty, brother. That stone should have hit my head not Big Brother's head. And why did you choose to help me? Better let the stone hit my head than it hit Brother's head." Amara's voice sounded slightly trembling as she said it.
Aga let out a rough breath in the air. "Why do you have to ask like that? I can't let that rock hit your head. It's possible that the wound on your head would be wider than I am right now if I let it."
"No problem, origin." Amara's words stopped because Aga suddenly just brought her body into his arms.
"If you stay like this, you're much sweeter." Say Aga quietly."
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