HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)
Wedding Plan



I decided to keep going to the boutique every morning after my dinner visit to Mr. Arga's house yesterday, I always went home early to keep my body from getting too tired, I have to maintain my stamina and save energy every day.


This afternoon Mr. Joe sent me a message through the green app, telling me that Mr. Arga will come to visit the house tonight, discussing the wedding that we will soon direct.


I told this news to the house people, of course my father and mother were very happy to hear this happy news, we all prepared dinner like we had done before, but it seems that Safira never accepted this decision, she thought she deserved more to be with Mr. Arga at the bidding.


Almost every day Sapphira whines to her father and mother, comparing her beauty to mine, she is indeed more everything than me, more beautiful, attractive, intelligent, highly educated, and she is also good at decorating herself by wearing modern clothes, coloring her hair as she wishes.


"Saa, has Mr Joe told you what time he's coming? I've been waiting for him in the guest room with Safira." Mom's voice when she entered my room.


"No ma'am, he just said he was coming tonight."


"Well, let's go down, maybe they'll be there soon."


"Good, Mom."


I hurried down from the bed and followed mother's steps towards the living room, waiting for the oversized guest to come.


When my mother and I went down the last steps, I saw them sitting on the living room couch with my father and Sapphira, it seemed like a warm conversation had taken place.


Safira dress up very beautiful tonight, she wears a mini dress with a length that is only above the knee until it looks smooth white skin, her face full of thin makeup but looks dazzling, her hair was spread straight to the waist with a small flower clip placed on the top of her hair.


I realized, that he was trying to attract the attention of Mr. Arga. whereas I just dress up his alakadar, according to my ability, I do not really like to appear excessive.


"Master has come apparently, let's have dinner first." My mother let us all move to the family dining room.


"Thank you very much" said Mr. Joe with his trademark smile.


We sat around the dining table, and my mother should have given me a seat right next to Mr. Arga, but Sapphira took it, I relented.


"Safira, it's not good like that, son!" said the father while looking hard at Safira.


"Why indeed? Safira wants to sit here," Safira replied unconcernedly.


"Let your brother sit there." Dad said in a soft tone.


"No want! Fira wants to be here."


"It's okay, Dad, Sabrina's here." I sat next to my mother.


Father seemed to be a bit annoyed, there might be fear or unease towards lord Arga over Safira's attitude this time around.


Dinner was done quietly without any chatter, only the sound of cutlery clashing with plates was heard, I had several times accidentally caught Mr. Arga watching me with a suspicious look.


Is there something wrong with my appearance, is my hair less neat yes, why he saw it so anyway, I'm embarrassed.


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After the meal was over, we all moved to sit in the living room, only bi Ijah who was busy cleaning dirty dishes and dining room tables alone.


"Miss Sabrina, the wedding will take place the day after tomorrow, in the XXX building in the middle of the city." Mr. Joe started the conversation.


"Is that fast?" I asked lirih.


"Of course, the sooner the better." Mr. Arga chimed.


"How can you marry without love?" suddenly Safira asked in a loud voice.


"Safira!" father's voice was no less high.


"Why father? isn't Sapphira prettier than Sabrina? why is he the one who's being betrothed?" Safira began to lose control.


"Enough, ma'am, you guys always put your sister together, you kind of think Sapphira's stepson!"


"Safira, stop!" father stood up and stared with eyes that were already reddened with anger.


Sapphira got up from her seat and ran up the stairs, mother just sobbing at the behavior of her youngest daughter. I who was sitting next to my father kept wiping my shoulders trying to calm him down.


"Sorry uncle, was that uncle's daughter?" Mr. Arga asked with a curious look on his face.


"Yes sir, forgive my daughter, she's Sabrina's sister who went to college outside the city, she insisted on wanting to replace Sabrina in marriage to you." Father explained with eyes that had turned withered.


"Him? want to replace Sabrina?"


"We don't approve, sir, let him continue his schooling first."


"I don't want him to replace Sabrina as my future wife" said Mr. Arga.


"Good sir."


"Tomorrow early in the morning there will be a friend of mine coming here to measure the design of the wedding dress, and the day after morning there will be a fairy to come, Joe will pick you all up at 9 am, Joe will pick you all up at 9 am, the wedding will be held at 10, I hope everything is ready" continued Mr. Arga.


"Okay sir, thank you so much for bothering to prepare for this wedding yourself." I thank him sincerely.


"Together, prepare yourself well, take care of your health, we must leave now."


"All right." I nodded slowly as I led them to the front door.


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I went back to the room, eager to take a bath at night to refresh the mind and tired heart had worked hard through these days of struggle, mother and father headed to Sapphira's room to appease her daughter, I myself was confused as to what to do for Sapphira to accept, even Mr. Arga had already blatantly refused Safira in my place to marry him, he preferred me, no matter what the reason, I did not care, it seems like my new life is about to begin.


I entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet to fill the bath up with warm water, took off my clothes to soak for a moment, releasing all the tired and restless things that had burst into my chest, closing my eyes to enjoy the flowing water submerged almost my entire body, leaving my head staring at the ceiling of the bathroom, thinking about how tomorrow I would start, and how it would be, really want it to feel like screaming vanishing all feelings of heart.


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