My Supermodel Husband

My Supermodel Husband
Agas & Mara Chapter 4


Brug ….


A man was running into Mara who was trying to get to her class. The book that Mara had brought immediately scattered to the floor.


“What you can't walk properly!” mara complained in an annoyed tone. He crouched down and took the book. 


“Sorry.” With a breath of air the man apologized to the woman he hit.


Mara's eyes are squeaking. Hearing the voice she had heard, Mara looked up. It turned out to be true his guess in the heart, if it was Agas. The guy she met yesterday at the bookstore.


“Ay, you turned out.” Agas' eyes sparkled to see the beautiful angel before him. The woman he met yesterday at the bookstore. Women who like to breathe the smell of books like him. 


“Ay?” Mara repeated the call placed by Agas. His forehead was wrinkled to hear the call pinned by Agas.


Playboy cap lizard assholes. He could call Ay.


“My name is Mara.” Mara said her name. 


“Iya, Aymara' right, so it's true if I call Ay.”


Mara gasps. He was very embarrassed to think if Agas accidentally called him ‘Ay’ which means ‘ayang’ and is usually reserved for lovers. “But people call me Mara.” Mara who finished picking up her book stood up.


“Let people call you Mara, but I will call Ay, to be romantic.”


Mara's eyes rounded perfectly hearing Agas' speech. The playboy before him was really annoying. Just met twice, but already dare to give a fight. 


“We'll talk later again yes, Ay. Now I have to get into class,” said Agas with a smile on his face. He then passed away leaving Mata and headed to his class.


Fortunately, arriving at the Lecturer class has not come and made him able to go straight in and sit down. Waiting for the Lecturer to come to start the class, Agas opened his bag.


“I told you not to go home tonight!” Tara who saw Agas late, sneered at him. Last night Tara chose to go home first, while Agas continued playing games at the cafe. 


“Hutan ... oh Forest, why didn't you wake me?” ask Agas annoyed.


“I've banged the door of the boarding room until it breaks, but you're dreaming beautiful until you don't listen to me.” Tara rolled her eyes lazily, no less upset with Agas. This morning was what Tara did. 


“Yes, I had a beautiful dream and this morning I met an angel from my dream.” Agas's face sparkled in light of his encounter with Mara this morning. 


“About anyone wants to be with the devil,” replied Tara. 


“Who is the devil?” tanya Agas raised his chin. 


“You,” he said, “Devil from hell,” he added.


 


“I'm an angel?”


“Angels where anyone lives in the Forest.” Agas laughed out loud. 


“Sial!” Tara throws her book at Agas.


 


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Mara continued her steps to the class. Enter and sit her body on the chair that is right next to Lili. “What dream did I last night meet him again,” annoyed Mara.


“Why you? Just met satan?” asked Lili who saw the annoyed face of Mara.


“This is the king of demons.” Mara moved her lips in annoyance.


“What does the demon king look like?” Lily was curious. He pulled his chair to get closer to Mara and listened to who the demon king Mata meant.


“Like the man we met yesterday.”


Lili's forehead wrinkled deeply, feeling confused. “Yesterday I met, the meatballs, Tara and Agas,” he said remembering the man he met while counting with his finger. 


“Iya it Agas-king of demons,” said Mara in a high voice. 


 


All the eyes of the children who were in the classroom looked towards Mara. The name Agas is like a magnet, so everyone knows him. Mara swallowed her saliva as all eyes looked at her. Mara put on her stupid smile as the gazes of her friends rained down.


“How can you say Agas is the king of demons.” Lili pulls Mara's arm.


“He hit me.”


“Gosh Mara, you got hit by a bidadara.” Lili put on a surprised expression hearing Mara's story. 


Mara shook her head looking at Lili's expression. “Bidara possible,” elaknya.


“That bidara is to exorcise the demons that enter your body.” Lili pulled back Mara's arm. “Tell me how you met Agas?”


“Pagi.” Mara had not had time to tell the Lecturer had come and finally stopped Mara telling her story. “You owe me a story,” whispered Lili.