HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)
Iya schedule
At night, my husband and I were still staying at my mom and dad's house, they said tomorrow night I could go back home, so this was the last night I stayed.
I know, there is a sense of unease when my husband lives here, not because this house is not as big as his house, or because the food here is not as delicious as the cuisine of his flagship chef, but the inconvenience is because of Sapphira. Yes, my sister was never so sweet with me, which is what irritated my husband so much.
All I could do, was stroke her chest with a bright smile, hinting that I was fine.
Indeed, even though we grew up together, educated by the same parents, yet it seemed that Sapphira's nature was the opposite of mine. He is hard on nasehati, and good at refuting.
Dinner this time, I saw him first sitting in the dining chair while filling his plate with various menus, I smiled with relief, I thought tonight he will not go home.
"Where are you from, Ra?" my lot's smooth.
"Main," he answered flatly, he did not turn his head at all, then continued eating.
"Oh, yeah." I was silent, not wanting to have a debate between us, it would only make my husband angry again, he had tried not to vent his anger on Sapphira.
After Safira was done with her meal, she returned the ATM card I gave her yesterday. As usual, he didn't even say a word of thanks or say anything he bought.
It's okay, I'm used to it.
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In my room, my husband and I enjoyed the snacks we had bought after work. I told him about the house I was about to rent, I agreed with the recommendation given by Mr. Joe. For some reason, the man could always match my thoughts to his thoughts.
"When will you start renovating?" tanyakanya.
"Tomorrow, and the day after all the sewing machines I bought will be delivered, Honey."
"May your efforts progress, dear. I don't care how much money you make, as long as you're happy with your activities, I'll always be supportive" he said, feeding a piece of wafer into my mouth.
"Thank you, Honey." I hugged the man, although he could give me more money, but I chose to pursue my own career, I wanted to be an independent woman.
Just by flicking a finger, of course the man in my arms is able to produce hundreds of dollars. He's good at doing business, managing finances, he's good at everything, including breaking my heart.
"For a meal with your employees, I'm not accompanying you, there happens to be a scheduled meeting with the board of directors who will manage the perfume company in France."
"It's okay, Honey. I've ordered a hundred brownie boxes from bang Bimo's wife, I hope he's ready" I said.
"Why not say? I have a big cake booth, I can have them make it."
Cake stalls?
Ah, this man always had a surprise for me, no matter what business he was in, I couldn't even count the amount of his assets.
"No, Honey. By buying brownies made by bang Bimo's wife, at least I also increase his income, it's another way to help someone" I said with a smile.
From the story I heard, bang Bimo has a simple family, they live not neko-neko, despite all the mediocre, income bang Bimo received from the services of being a driver, bodyguard and security guard, my father, and my wife, he donated more to the orphanage. What a valuable lesson to me.
"You remember that ice cream vendor we met at the beach? when we go with Claire?" asked my husband, my memory was immediately drawn to that moment.
"Remember, what's wrong?" I asked curious Although it happened a few months ago, but I still remember the beautiful scenery that I saw at that time.
"I built a simple house for them near the beach, financed both of his grandchildren's schools, and gave capital to the grandfather to sell bicycles. Joe had it set up a month ago."
"Because the children never went to school, I gave the first teacher who would come to their house every day to teach reading and writing."
"A few months away from the new school year, they can start school to the elementary level. I have chosen a school for them, and the cost will be paid off for the next 6 years" he continued.
See, how could I not fall in love with this man so much, the wonderful surprises he presents to me every day. Don't ask me how proud I am to hear what he said this time.
Not only about the business that is increasingly skyrocketing profits, but because of the light nature of his hand which is also increasingly visible. Hopefully my presence in his life can also bring a better change in the future.
"I love you, Honey. Really, I wish you'd always be the one that other people need. As much as any property we have, there are other people's rights in it." I smiled, holding my arms around her waist.
To be honest, I also have noble ideals that I am working on, building a free school for orphans and poor people, hopefully after my efforts run smoothly, I will soon be able to make it happen.
Pillow talk tonight was enough, I closed my eyes while hugging my husband's gallant body. He gave up his arm as a pillow, while the other hand gently rubbed my hair buds, making these eyes heavier and drowning in dreams.
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If in my husband's mansion, all work is not missed, every servant has his own duty, they never let me help, even just to hold a broom even if I am not allowed.
It's like the noble queen it feels. Sometimes I'm embarrassed, every day they bring a basket of dirty clothes from the room, and it's not just ordinary work clothes, lingerie and various kinds of clothes in it, they wash it every day.
This morning I cooked some vegetable soup, and I fried some chicken. The stock of side dishes in the refrigerator is still a little, besides food like this is also delicious in my opinion. Bi Ijah I let her do her job to hang clothes in the side yard.
While standing in front of the frying pan, I felt a burly arm break into my waist, a warm breath sticking to my neck.
"I looked for you everywhere, it was here," he said, his towering body higher than mine, making him bend slightly if he hugged me from behind.
"I'm cooking for you."
"really? I like your cooking, more delicious than the cuisine of expert chefs," she said, I just smiled.
"Emmm, have you finished coming to the moon?" He asked, as the warmth in his arms turned even more frightening.
Actually, yesterday was the last day I came to the moon, and we should have done the right thing last night, but I pretended and didn't tell him.
"If you have, may I have my breakfast ration?" he kissed the nape of my neck, I got goosebumps.
"We're talking in the room, Honey. Don't be here." I turned around, turned off the stove and took her to the room.
In the room, I showed you a sheet of paper given by Dr. Daren, it was the schedule we had to live for the pregnancy program, the schedule for the yes-yes.
The fertile period or ovulation period in women occurs on day 12 to day 14 before the first day comes the next month. That is, about 18 or 19 days away.
"So, do we have a schedule today?" ask him expectantly.
"There, but tonight, Honey. Not now, it's noon."
"I've waited seven days, now I have to wait for him again for 12 hours. Shitty," he murmured. I just smiled, letting him sulk like a kid asking for candy.
"Prepare first, after this we have breakfast, Honey."
With a sullen face, the handsome man walked into the bathroom while glancing at me unwell. I immediately prepared a shirt and suit for him.
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Today my activities at the boutique were very busy, having to go back and forth to the sewing house to make sure everything went smoothly as I wanted.
I decided to change the color of the wall paint to light blue with white, but blue is more dominant, because I really like this color.
Mr. Joe sent five men to do the painting and cleaning, then all the work only takes a short time, daylight is in order.
All the sewing machines I ordered have arrived, the items and sewing tools from the boutique are immediately moved. From tomorrow, all the sewing employees move here with five new tailors.
Hopefully, this is a good start to my career. Of course with the support of my parents and husband, I was able to get to the point so far.
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