HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Safira Goes

The soft music roused me from a strange dream, for some reason, my head felt heavy and throbbing, it was not usual for me to wake up feeling this way.

Faintly, I saw my husband sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book, he looked fresh with hair that still looked a little wet.

I moved my body slowly, feeling all my joints.

"Darling," said my husband gently, he revealed the hair boy covering my face.

"You okay?"

"I, dizzy, Honey," I replied as I tried to sit with my head holding so much pain. He helped support my body, and gave me a pillow on my back.

"Why do I have a headache, yes. Though, last night I was fine."

"Maybe it's because you're too much of a mind and tired, honey. Rest, today you have to take a day off work."

"No, Honey. I'm too busy for a vacation, I have a lot of things to do."

I can't take a day off work, so many things to get done, I don't want to disappoint boutique customers.

"But you're not well, honey. Rest for a day, at least until your headache is healed," my husband persuaded, he seemed so worried.

Moments later his phone rang, he was determined to meet someone in front.

"Darling, drink this" my husband said as he returned, bringing a glass of drink.

"What's this?" my many.

"Drink first."

I sip slowly, it tastes like young coconut water. Why did he suddenly give me young coconut water?

"Don't think anything like that, honey. I was just trying to buy this young coconut water, last night I had a dream to the beach, and suddenly, this morning I really wanted to drink this," my husband said, it was like being able to read what was on my mind.

"Oh, I think, there's something." I smiled, put the glass on the table and embraced it.

"I'll be snorting for a minute, Honey. You're not going anywhere."

"Ready, Lovely," he said flirtatiously, he twitched one eye.

Looking at you every day, making every second of my life feel more meaningful, you gave me a new color that I never knew I had. Lucky me.

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After cleaning myself and dressing neatly, I gulped down the remaining coconut water again. The head that initially felt dizzy and heavy, now gradually improved.

"Let me work today, Honey. I beg you." I clenched both hands in front of my chest.

"Hmm, are you feeling any better?"

"Here, it may be true you say, I have too many thoughts to be a headache."

"Alright, but you have to promise me, if anything happens, call me right away."

"Good, Honey. I love you," I said spoiled, I wrapped my hands around his sturdy arm while walking towards the dining table.

The aroma of fried rice is typical made by bi Ijah has spread throughout the house, it has been a long time I do not feel the cuisine of this house, although the menu is always fairly simple and that's it, it's just that, I never get tired of enjoying it.

I immediately sat side by side with my husband, the menu was neatly presented before my eyes. However, until now I have not seen Safira coming out of her room.

"Bi, where's Safira?" I asked bi Ijah.

"Non Safira was out of the morning, it seemed to be in a hurry, Non."

"Where?" my question is, not usually Safira traveling so early, because he is the type of person who is difficult to get up early.

"No idea, I haven't asked."

"What's up, Bi?"

"So he was picked up by an online taxi" bi Ijah replied, then he resumed his work.

Why did Sapphira leave so early?

Where's she?

"Honey, I'm gonna grab a cell phone for a second in the room" I said.

"For what?" my husband asked indifferently, as if he did not care about me who was worried about Sapphira.

"Contact Safira."

"Alright, Honey. He's grown up, he's grown up. He already knows what is good and what is bad, do not be too dizzy," he said casually.

"But, Honey. How about ...."

"She can take care of herself, baby."

"I don't want anything to happen to her, Honey. If he leaves the house this early, it means he has a problem" I said, shaking off his hand that was holding me.

"Enough, Sa!"

"She just doesn't care and is bad for you, why are you so worried about someone who clearly doesn't respect you as her sister."

"At least, respect yourself in front of him, so that he does not want to do anything."

I sat down to hear the words coming out of my husband's mouth, for some reason, everything he said was true, even though it sounded painful.

"Darling, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you" said my husband, now he's grabbing my body.

I shook my head, looking at him with a pushy look.

"I know he's your brother. But please, don't sacrifice your own feelings for his sake, just let him do what he likes. After all, he will definitely come back," he continued.

It's true, he'll definitely be back home. Because she always needs money to meet her glamorous lifestyle.

"Let's have breakfast, after this we leave." He rubbed the clear fur that fell on my cheek.

We continued to eat breakfast, and I tried to stay calm without thinking about where and why Safira was going.

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After arriving in front of the boutique, I waved my hand to see my husband's car speeding towards his office, while the Bimo bang had already arrived.

"Bang, the day after I had a dinner at home with the boutique employees. If you'd like, I'll order a hundred boxes of brown brownies made by your wife" I told bang Bimo.

"Hundred boxes?" bang Bimo was surprised.

"All share for the servants of the house, Bang. If more, it can be distributed to scavengers or roadside beggars."

"Well, I'll call my wife first, Non. If it's too much, he's afraid not to finish on time" he said.

"It's as an advance, Bang. I'll pay the total when the order is ready, yeah." I handed him some red money.

"Yes, Nope."

I left the bimo bang still standing in confusion at the door, then greeted everyone who was busy with their work.

Limited time, space and tools meant we had to go the extra mile to complete all orders on time.

Riani already has five prospective job applicants who will come today for the interview, although I do not have a sewing house, but ten new machines I have ordered. I just have to wait for word from Mr. Joe who promised to get the rental home this afternoon.

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[I'll see you soon, baby. Love you.]

A message came in through the green app on my phone, none other than my husband. Lately he has always been very sweet even when sending messages.

This time my husband and I had lunch with Mr. Joe, we ate three at a roast chicken restaurant near the boutique.

"After this, you'll be with Joe looking around at the rental house that's gonna be your sewing house, honey. He will drive you" my husband said between our lunches.

"You're not coming?"

"There's an important meeting that can't be represented, honey. I have to jump in by myself" he replied.

"Then I'll look at it tomorrow."

"Don't, the sooner the better."

Yes, faster is better. But it feels like I'd be hard if I had to go alone with that Joe. Ever since I found out about how she felt about me, I felt awkward being with her.

Forced, I agree to this. Because indeed I need this sewing house ready quickly, Riani has interviewed five job applicants, just waiting for the readiness of the place.

After lunch, my husband left first, he had to come to the meeting on time. As for me, following Mr. Joe's steps into his black car.

Silence, we did not exchange greetings at all.

The car drove slowly into a simple housing behind the boutique, not too many houses here, but the location is quite strategic, easy to find and able to pass through a fairly large vehicle.

Not taking long, the car stopped in front of a whitewashed house with a spacious courtyard. In front of the house grew mango trees and some cherry fruit plants.

"Come down" he commanded. I nodded, then got out of the car.

We entered the house both, it just so happened that Mr. Joe already held the key.

"This house was previously made a place of business making traditional snacks, so it does not have a room. Just this room and the bathroom, there's a pretty big room in the back as a warehouse" she explained.

This house was quite spacious, it did not have too many partition walls, as there were only three rooms. I feel good, it seems like this is what I need.

After looking at the inside and considering everything, I decided to choose this house as my new sewing house.

Tomorrow, I'm going to start doing renovations, like updating the color of the walls and bringing in all the sewing machines I've ordered

Thank goodness, little by little my efforts will yield extraordinary results.

After carefully planning all of my activities tomorrow with Mr. Joe, he was willing to help by bringing in someone to do the painting, after which, I was escorted to go to the homeowner and make an annual rental agreement.

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