HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Sapphires

Today my husband and I left earlier than usual, because I wanted to see my mother and father before they left.

The usually blistering weather at seven in the morning has lately become more shady, cloudy that often comes suddenly along with the drizzle makes me have to wear a thick jacket wherever I go, I do have a cold allergy from childhood.

"Honey, why did your mom and dad choose to vacation in the rainy season like this?" ask my husband while driving his car.

"Maybe it's cold weather, so it makes it more friendly, Honey."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, this kind of rain is best suited to shoot, make children," I said.

"What does rain have to do with children? if it's summer, can't make kids?" ask husband.

"Here you go, don't talk about anything." I chimed.

"Actually your mind is perverted, dear. I mean I asked why vacation in the rain, because the season like this is prone to flooding, muddy everywhere, not all tourist attractions can be visited in the rainy season, let alone natural attractions."

Hearing my husband's explanation, my face immediately met in red, condemning myself for thinking too much about the right thing. Rather than being embarrassed, I chose to be quiet and not continue this strange debate.

Ah, it feels like my head is only filled with such things, embarrassing.

After the thirty-minute journey passed, we finally reached the gate of my father and mother's house.

It was seen that bi Ijah who was sweeping the small running courtyard opened the gate.

"Good morning, Non. Well, tumben once stopped by," said bi Ijah.

"Yes, Bi. Want to see your mom first," I said.

"It just so happens that they're getting ready, Non. I'm leaving soon."

After entering the house, I saw Safira sitting in the living room chair playing with her cell phone, she was unaware of my arrival and my husband.

"Fira," I said gently.

"Sister, is your tumben coming home? I thought I had forgotten I had a house" Safira replied. That's how he is, as gentle and as good as I am to him, he is reluctant to repay him well anyway.

"Take care of what you say, boy!" my husband's sergeant didn't take it.

"It's okay, Honey. Let it go." I held my husband's arm up the stairs to the top floor, leaving Sapphira who was looking at me dislikefully.

Not yet at the door of my father and mother's room, they were out carrying two large black suitcases.

I ran over to them, kissed the backs of my two angels' hands and hugged them in turn. I miss moments of togetherness like this.

"You stopped by early in the morning" said the father.

"Yes, we stopped by before we left for work, Dad" my husband replied. I was so surprised to hear my husband call his father-in-law father, he was not this friendly before.

"Thank you, Son Arga." I grabbed my husband's shoulder with a smile.

"Safira's at home for one week, she's off for college. Mom put your sister down, yeah, kid," said mom.

"As long as you're gone, Sabrina will stay here, ma'am."

"Does your husband not mind?" ask mother.

"No" answered my husband briefly.

After chatting for a while, we drove my father and mother to the gate, they were waiting for the driver to take them to the airport.

"Safira, brother left for work first. You take care of the house, don't go anywhere," I said when the car that my father and mother were riding away.

"Don't set me up, brother. I'm an adult" Safira replied haughtily, always so.

"If there's no interest, you better not wander. Kasian bi Ijah is alone at home."

"I'm going to go with my friends, it's none of sister's business!"

"Alright, but don't come home late at night, you'll stay here."

"Sister stay? is sister-in-law coming too?" ask Safira.

"Yes, we're staying here."

"Emm, may I have some money, brother?"

"It just so happens that you don't have cash, just use your brother's ATM, take enough, don't overdo it." I opened the bag and handed my ATM card to Safira.

After saying goodbye to Sapphira and bi Ijah, my husband and I immediately went to work. He drove me to the boutique first, and then he went straight to his office.

...

"Sa, quite a lot of orders, overwhelmed us, it is impossible for fifty kebaya and fifty shirts to be finished within a month by relying on just five tailors" Riani lamented.

I've thought about all this, I have to immediately find a new place, at least a simple house as my sewing house, this boutique is not spacious enough if it holds fifteen sewing machines with the wearer.

Of course I also have to think of a fairly large shed of cloth.

"I'll soon find my own sewing house, Ni. If there are friends or acquaintances who can sew, just take a job here," I told Riani.

"How many people are needed?"

"About ten people, Ni."

"Alright, I will post a job opening on my social media," replied Riani.

I calculated the entire amount of expenses I had to prepare to buy some sewing machines, stock of cloth in the warehouse and other important supplies.

It seems I need the help of others in terms of finding a place as my sewing house, I am not a person who is good at hanging out, so my closest friends are few, just a few, I don't have enough connections to build a bigger business.

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When it was three o'clock in the afternoon, I cleaned up all my belongings and waited for my husband to pick me up.

Today all employees are overtime until seven in the evening, because they have to pursue the target to complete the order while I look for a new place and wait for someone to apply for a job with me.

I decided to go downstairs while waiting and accompanied the team of tailors to cut the cloth.

"Sa, your husband is so handsome" said Diana, one of the tailors at my boutique.

"Where is that husband? I want dong, too" said another.

"You can do this" I said with a small smile.

It is true, no one can avoid the good looks of the man named Arga, brown eyes, tall body strapping, chest field with hair that is drizzle, charming.

Do not forget the fine hairs on the chin area and the left right side of his face. You know what it's like when he sticks his face to the surface of my skin?

It felt like it made the entire nerve in my body stiffen. The heartbeat is like being on a roaller coaster, up and down.

A shadow of the handsome man adorned my head, not meeting him for a few hours made me so long. I'm very lucky to have him.

"Sa, he's coming" Riani said slightly whispering.

Without answering, I turned to the door. Right, the man was already standing there, welcoming me with such a seductive smile. If only I hadn't come to the moon, I might have had him making out in my room right now.

I stood up, and approached him.

"Beyond the drizzle, put on your jacket, honey."

"Awhile, I'll take it first," I said and returned to the upper room to pick up the jacket left behind. A red jacket with fine feathers on her wrists and neck, is a jacket that has been available in my wardrobe since we first got married.

After picking up my jacket and saying goodbye to everyone in the room, I rushed out of the boutique. My husband waddled my head with his hands because the drizzle drops that came down were big enough, we got into the car.

If everyone in the boutique is overtime, then the Bimo bang will keep waiting until they are done working. At least I believe in bang Bimo to make sure the boutique is safe and nothing bad happens to my friends.

"Darling, has your sister always been that way to you?" asked my husband, the sentence broke my daydream as I stared at the glass window that was soaked in rain.

"How do you behave?" my many.

"Yes, insolent like that. I can't see anyone else being disrespectful to you, even if it's your own sister" she said.

"He was like that, Honey. Since we never got along, no matter how good I was to her, she always felt that what I did was wrong."

"Then why did you give him your ATM? just let him walk in the mall with no money" my husband protested, maybe he didn't feel what it was like to have a sister, so he didn't understand how I felt.

"He's my sister, Honey. I'll give you anything as long as he's happy."

"The brash sister doesn't seem to be a good fit to have a sister like you, honey. Don't spoil him too much, he might be big-headed." said my husband. It seemed that he really did not like Safira's attitude.

Perhaps Sapphira behaved like that because from childhood she was always spoiled by my father and mother, whatever she wanted, the blink of an eye would be realized, even if things were not important.

From childhood, I did indeed always succumb to Sapphira, letting all my belongings be hers, I did not care even though after that she would ruin it.

Unlike her, I was not even allowed to touch her toys, sometimes I had to wait for her to fall asleep to be able to borrow some of her dolls.

...

After arriving home, the atmosphere still seemed quiet. Looks like Safira hasn't come home from a sightseeing event with her friend.

"Where's our room?" my husband asked me, he has never even been in my room, this is the first time.

I took his arm to the top floor, there were four rooms in this house, three rooms upstairs, and one room downstairs. Upstairs consists of my room, Sapphira, and mother's room. There is room to relax and watch tv. While the lower room is special for bi Ijah.

After I got to the room, I cleaned myself first, then prepared a change of clothes for my husband.

"I'm going to the kitchen for a second, Honey. You just rest here," I said.

"What do you want in the kitchen?"

"I want to help bi Ijah prepare dinner, just for a minute."

"Alright, not for long, dear."

I rushed over, set foot into the kitchen and helped bi Ijah cook for dinner. I purposely cooked myself specifically for my husband, because if I was at his house, I would not be allowed to cook, for fear of exhaustion.

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