HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Sapphira's Words

When all the cooking was ready, I saw Safira coming home in a black car with some boys.

"Safira, are you going out with a boy friend?" I asked gently, trying my best so that she would not be offended.

"It's no big brother's business" he replied cynically. I let out a long sigh, not a day before my father and mother left, Sapphira's behavior was strange.

"Clean yourself, after this we have dinner" I said.

He left without answering, leaving me busy arranging the dishes at the dinner table.

For some reason, the more here Safira changed, from the first, we children father always taught good manners and ethics, but it seems Safira has far beyond that. Even today he had already dared one car with several boys.

I immediately dismissed my bad thoughts regarding Sapphira, then rushed towards the room after all the food and dishes were neatly arranged on the table.

"Honey, are you hungry?" I asked, I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed reading my notebook.

"Slightly, you got a problem at the boutique, honey?" he asked, putting the book on the table.

"No, just need a little help. I need a special sewing house as a place to sew and a cloth shed that I must get immediately, and I am confused to find a place" I said.

"Where do you want to go and how much does it take?" ask my husband seriously.

"If you can be close to the boutique, to facilitate checking and sending goods. Not too spacious, the origin is enough to accommodate about fifteen tailors and her belongings."

"I'll have Joe set it up."

"But, if you can the rental price is a little cheap, Honey. Because boutique cash is being used for many purposes, while my savings for the capital orders are being worked on."

"I bought it for you, no rent."

"No, I'm already very happy with your new boutique gift, this time I'll try it myself. I just need a place recommendation" I said.

"Well if that's what you want, I'll arrange everything."

After that, I took my husband to the dinner table, the place of mystery where he first came here at that time, with his haughty face and sharp gaze, successfully made me shudder in horror at that time.

At the dinner table, I sat next to him, he refused to tell me to sit in the main seat, the usual place where my father used to wear, he chose to be right on my right side.

"Bi, where's Safira?" I asked Bi Ijah who passed in front of us.

"In the meantime, I'll call you, Non."

Without waiting for Sapphira, I immediately grabbed the plate and filled it with rice and a piece of rendang meat and vegetables, then handed it to my husband. In his house, we are more often faced with processed seafood, but in this house rarely store this type of food, most often processed beef and chicken.

"You like it?" I asked as he started chewing.

"Like, this is good."

"I'm the cook, you know."

"Felt you? Well, my wife is not only good at bedding, she is also good at kitchen affairs. I'm lucky to have you, honey." He was flailing with his mouth full of food.

"Ehem." Safira's voice cleared not far from us.

"Eat, Ra. Brother has cooked for you," I said, this sour vegetable that I cooked is also a favorite of Safira from childhood.

Sapphira approached, revealing the cohesion of her body in front of us. She wears a light blue hot pant levis with a black top, even her cleavage appears to wave at anyone who sees.

He who was over five centimeters tall from me revealed his white and smooth legs, his hair in the booth just like that. He chose to sit right opposite my husband.

I tried to be calm and ordinary, but the inner turmoil was burning, interpreting the hidden intent behind the appearance of Sapphira who impressed 'Bare' in front of my husband.

Normally, a man's eyes would really like to see such a sight. But not with my husband, he didn't even want to turn his head or look at Sapphira in front of him.

My sister is now an adult, she must understand what she should be doing. But I don't know, maybe he didn't mean to tease this guy next door to me.

"I want it dong, brother." Sapphira slightly stood up from her chair and bowed, pointing at the bowl of rendang meat near me. His large breasts now seem clearly visible to the eyes, the two twin mountains seem to want to jump from their place.

Quickly, I handed over the bowl of meat so that my husband would not see Safira's disrespect. Really, I really don't know the girl's way of thinking, as brave as she is by her looks. He should have understood, here was my husband, who included his brother-in-law. It was very inappropriate for him to attempt to show his body shrewdness on purpose.

"How long are you staying?" safira asked back to his seat.

"Until mom and dad get back," I said, I started to dislike the way he behaved.

"I, to the first room, dear," said my husband, seen his plate was empty, either because he was hungry or tired. I haven't finished half of my plate yet.

"Yes" I replied briefly. Before he left, he rubbed my hair gently and kissed my right cheek at a glance.

"Thank you, you cook well, honey," he said again, I just replied with a nod and smiled. Then he noticed the figure of the man climbing up the stairs and returned to the room.

However, Safira's face now looked sour, she was like disappointed because my husband chose to go into the room first.

"Why not spend it, Ra?" my question is, even the contents of the plate still look intact.

"It's not tasteful." He's whining.

"Why? Because your sister-in-law has already gone to the room, so you can't tease her?" my question with great emphasis, if it continues to be allowed, he will be increasingly uncontrollable.

"You know you're still asking."

"Listen to me, Ra. He's your brother-in-law, he's my husband, it's so rude of you to dress like this in front of him, you don't seem to have ethics."

"You should keep your honor, it's not good for girls to behave like that to the opposite sex. How will the assessment of men out there against you" I explained.

"It's none of your business, brother. Don't interfere too much in my life" he replied slightly shouting.

"Should, you shouldn't be teasing the man that everyone else has, Ra." I'm being firm.

"Huh, why? you're afraid your husband was tempted by me, brother?"

"Indeed, right from the beginning he married me, I'm more everything than you, brother." Sapphira folded her arms in front of her chest.

"Enough, Safira. Stop that!"

My chest rumbled, it hurt to hear those words spewing straight out of my sister's mouth, the only brother I cared for and loved wholeheartedly, so heartbreakingly tearing this feeling apart.

For some reason, this time his words were so piercing, as if a proper spear was raining down on my heart, it hurt.

I left a plate that still left food, ran up the stairs leaving Sapphira sitting in her chair.

I sat slumped on the floor near the door of the room, drowned my face, and hugged my knees tightly. I sobbed, my shoulders shook.

I don't know what sins I committed, to the extent that my own sister was so bad to me, even though all this time I always tried to be a good brother and friend to him.

After I calmed down, I headed to the living room and picked up a box of tissues there, I cleaned up the messy eyeliner and mascara, then ventured into the room.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" asked my husband with a worried face, puffy eyes and messy make up already showing how I am doing right now.

"Did that brash little brother of yours hurt you?"

I shook my head, then rushed to the bathroom to wash my face. I saw the reflection of my face in the mirror, I was not as beautiful as Safira, even I was far from perfect. But is that how a sister says bad about me, her own brother?

I wiped my face with soap several times, cleaned the rest of the makeup that was still attached, then changed clothes, approached my husband who was still sitting on the edge of the mattress.

"Tell me, what's wrong? why are you crying, honey?" ask my husband again. I don't want to tell him this, it's not really worth it to expose your brother's ugliness even to my own husband.

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