HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

New boutique

The sun still seemed timid to show its light, the cool air from outside entered through the cracks of the air vents, I stretched my body which was ready to react as usual.

Since my departure after the miscarriage, and since my return to this house, I have spent more and more time at home accompanying my beloved husband, only occasionally come to the boutique to look around and check the boutique's financial statements.

I rushed towards the bathroom to clean myself up, leaving behind a handsome man who was still lulled in his beautiful dreams.

Out of the bathroom, I saw Mr. Arga sitting on the edge of the bed, he was busy with his cell phone.

"Good morning, Honey." I kissed the man's lips, I was even more used to being more aggressive than him.

"Hi, Honey. Good morning, you're in a hurry at this hour to take a shower" he said, putting the phone back on the table.

"I'm going to the store early, Honey. I'm doing a lot of work" I said, wiping my wet hair with a small towel.

"We're leaving together, 8 o'clock."

"Why should it be 8, Honey. 7 O'clock only, or half 8."

"Alright, half 8, I'll take a shower, after that we have breakfast," he said, rushing to grab his towel next to the bathroom door.

While waiting for her to take a shower, I dressed up a little and prepared clothes for her. Today I had to meet a bride who needed the latest and most unique dress design, so she asked to meet me in person.

After the man was ready with neat clothes, I took him immediately to the dining table so as not to leave too late.

Breakfast was done very quickly, as expected, we left together at half 8 o'clock.

Mr. Arga helped me open the car door, and he immediately returned to the steering wheel. While bang Bimo behind us by driving his own car.

"Why did you take me out once, Honey?" I was curious, because from the first time I got married, the man never offered to take me along even though our goal was one-way.

"It's okay" he replied.

"Then, why do I have a driver if you still drive me, bang Bimo should drive, how different is he from following behind us," I said a little annoyed. Waste gasoline alone using two cars with one purpose.

"The oxygen in this car is only enough for the two of us, if he comes here, then he can die" replied Mr. Arga casually.

Hah, what kind of reason is that.

"Why is it like that?"

"Because you can only share the air with me, I don't like any other man in the room with you" said Mr. Arga glanced at me, then refocused on the streets. I snorted in annoyance.

There's just the thought of the man, why he could be this crazy anyway, the more day his attitude is more unreasonable, annoying.

Because the feeling of being arrogant is extraordinary, I no longer ask or invite him to talk, very lazy if I have to talk about strange things in my opinion.

Uh, it's not like my boutique's been missed, huh. Why did you get here? My inner.

I cling to the streets around, I should have arrived, and my boutique was located before this red light, Mr. Arga was deliberately silent driving this car without a sound.

"Honey, haven't my boutiques been missed? it's too far, "i'm worried, why now he's turning the street to his office.

"Your aunt? Hahaha, didn't you just rent it?"

Hah, how did he know that the boutique was just for rent?

"Eh, but I'm paying rent, so the boutique auto is mine temporarily, Honey." I reasoned.

"I've known about that for a long time, why aren't you being honest with me, Sa?"

"Emm, I ...."

"You're afraid I'm taunting you for not being able to afford a patch of workspace by yourself?"

"Eh, don't you, Honey."

"Then why?"

"I intend to buy the shophouse with my own savings after the lease period this year has ended, maybe one more month," I said.

"Will your savings be enough?"

"Enough, maybe.

Hah, not quite yet though, still less than a few million more, and I am confused where to get it from, because this month is a bonus month for my employees, because this month is a bonus month for my employees, so I also have a lot of dependents.

"Your lease is past, it's the last day of the deal you made" he said to my surprise.

Oh my God, right. This is the last day of the shophouse's lease, why can I forget, and why didn't the shopkeeper contact me?

"Where do you know, Honey?"

"There's nothing I don't know, honey."

Whatever! you really do know.

"Then where are we going?" I asked with a pale face, I was so confused at this time, how the fate of Riani and my friends, surely they were very confused because his workplace was no longer mine.

"Secret." Mr. Arga turned his car into a large two-story shophouse that looked more like a modern boutique.

The impression of luxury is already seen from the outside, white paint color that collaborates with the color of gold makes this place very elegant. Plants flowers in neat arrangement decorate the terrace, there are two iron chairs with a round table located next to the door.

Glass door with colorful lights on it is very interesting, the front of this place is full of transparent glass, but everything is still closed with golden yellow curtains.

"This place is still closed, Honey, what do you want?" I asked, because I didn't understand why he brought me here.

"It's not closed, it's just not open yet."

"Just like!" I hit his shoulder slowly. He only replied with a very sweet smile, making me melt like a chunk of ice at the north pole.

"Let's get down" he asked, and hurried to open the door for me. And it turns out that bang Bimo is already standing behind the car.

"But this place is still closed" I said.

"Here you go, let's go in." Mr. Arga took my arm, then opened the door with a soft glass door that hung Close in it.

"Taraaaaaaa, surprise!" said Riani and some friends of my employees simultaneously, it turns out they have gathered in this place. I was so shocked, confused by all this.

"Well, why are you all here?" ask me while scratching the head that does not itch.

"This is your boutique, dear," said Mr. Arga whispering in my ear, now he hugged me from behind.

"this place? mine?" ask me to make sure if I don't hear wrong.

"This is a gift for you" continued Mr. Arga.

"Am I not dreaming? what does that mean, Honey?" I turned around, looking at the brown netra of men in front of me who were now sparkling.

"It's our wedding present, didn't I never give you any gift?" he put both hands on my waist.

"Ah, thanks, Honey. You're the best." I jumped up in joy and hugged him, showering the man's face with kisses.

"I love you, Sa."

"I am too." I glued our two lips back together gently, before the sound of objects falling from behind came.

As I turned around, I realized that everyone had seen the romantic act that my husband and I had been doing. While the object that just fell was a pencil, which might be accidentally dropped by Riani. I even forgot that a few pairs of eyes were watching us.

My face was red like a boiled crab, I saw that everyone in this room was now looking at me with a smile. It's a shame for my behavior.

"I'm going to the office first, eleven o'clock in the afternoon we will go to the hospital, so be prepared," said Mr. Arga at once reminded.

"Alright, Honey. Thank you very much," I said still with an immeasurable feeling of happiness.

Before the man turned around and left, he did not forget to give a single warm kiss on my forehead, making me completely endure the embarrassment.

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