HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

The missing bride

After this greeting-page event ended, Mr. Arga stepped off the stage and mingled with the guests, whereas I chose to sit alone in the empty seat to the right of the stage, very tired it feels like this leg stands for hours while supporting my body weight, especially plus a dress that weighs appreciable.

"Sabrina, come here." Mr. Arga who was standing some distance away from me called out while waving his hand.

"What's up, sir?" I ran a little towards him.

"Talk, this is Miss Hana, son of my papa's best friend."

"Well, miss Sabrina?" greet Miss Hana. I try to remember, it seems familiar.

"I'm Hana, who once came to your boutique to ask for your dress designs, Miss."

"Oh... Miss Hana, I just remembered, I'm sorry miss." My memory was immediately drawn to the meeting the other day.

"You know each other already? Good," interrupted Mr. Arga. he passed by leaving the two of us just to meet his friends.

He's this how the hell, calling me and leaving me, you weird guy!

The awkward atmosphere between us confused me about what to do, so I picked up a drink brought by the male servant who passed by and offered it to Miss Hana.

"Drink, miss." I offered you a glass of sweet, red syrup.

"Miss Sabrina, I didn't expect Arga to choose a woman like you to be his wife." Miss Hana said as she reached for the glass in my hand.

"I mean, Miss?" I scrunched my forehead not understanding.

"That man is handsome, highly educated, wealthy, he should have had a more beautiful wife than you, Miss Sabrina!" glancing sharply at me.

"Sorry Miss Hana, you seem to be meddling in our affairs too much." I wanted to leave her, but her hand pulled my arm violently.

"Arga deserves to be with me, Miss Sabrina, at least, I'm equal to her, after all, Uncle Sam will never approve of your relationship" she said, narrowing her eyes at me full of hatred.

I brushed aside Miss Hana's hand violently and went as far away from her as possible, I don't want to argue with anyone, let alone create new problems at this unwanted wedding ceremony.

Miss Hana's words really weighed on my heart and mind, during this wedding ceremony, I did not see the arrival of Uncle Sam, he was Papa Mr. Arga, maybe Miss Hana was right, she said, his father did not approve of our marriage, probably because his son was married to a woman who was not from the upper class.

"Sister Sabrina!" safira's voice surprised me.

"Who is she brother?" Safira pointed in the direction asked.

"Miss Hana," I answered briefly.

"Your opponent? Haha." Safira scoffed.

"It's none of your business." I got up from my seat.

"Why brother? it turns out that not only am I your rival, there are still more beautiful and equal with Mr. Arga who will try to seize your new husband is sis."

"I have no taste in arguing with you, Sapphira!"

"Why? you're afraid I really took your husband? Haha." Safira passed by while laughing crisply leaving me.

I sat back down, crying over my unfailing fate, being the wife of a proud and arrogant man was not my wish, I was forced to do it, there was a pain in my heart, he said, coupled with this matchmaking, my relationship with Sapphira became very bad, the relationship of the brothers we had built for decades, had collapsed into a meaningless chunk of stone.

"Son." mom patted me on the shoulder.

"Don't cry on a happy day like this, not good."

"I'm crying because I'm happy, mom, really." I forced a smile on my mother.

"Don't lie, I know."

"Here you go, ma'am, let's enjoy the meal, Mr. Arga has prepared everything very well, how can I not be moved, ma'am." I smiled again while holding my mother to the buffet. While the father from the beginning was busy chatting with his business friends who also came here.

Mom, I don't want you to worry, I don't want you to be sad thinking about me, let all this pain just me know, I just see my happiness.

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Almost all the guests have disbanded, leaving only my family who will soon leave me here.

"Father and mother go home first, son, take good care of yourself, obey all your husband's words, because, a wife's paradise lies with her husband," said the father advising me.

Mr. Arga greeted my father and mother and drove her to the front of the building, with tears in my eyes, I stared at the backs of my parents who were walking away.

"Don't cry, they just go home, not away forever" said Mr. Arga ketus.

I don't want to answer anything, or look at it.

"Joe will take you somewhere, go, I have a lot of business."

"Where?" ask me slowly with a curious tone.

"Don't ask too many questions, just follow them." He replied as he left leaving me full of question marks.

"Let's go!" take Mr. Joe.

"But where?"

"Follow it, if you ask a lot, it will make you not live long, Miss," he warned.

I nodded as I followed her footsteps towards the car, while this dress I was wearing was just me dragging the bottom without caring clean or dirty, let alone, just, I'm not the one who's going to bother washing it.

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The trip only took a few minutes, we stopped at a luxury star hotel with a towering building.

"Come down, wait in the lobby." Mr. Joe helped me open the car door.

I don't want to ask, just follow orders

The hotel is very luxurious, the floor is made of marble of very wide size with golden white color, every corner is decorated with artificial flowers. In the middle of the room there is a small fountain surrounded by a mini flower garden, and the corner there are several soft seats lined up to form the letter U .

Uh, there Wijaya Group wrote, is this a hotel owned by Mr. Arga? maybe yes, the rich are free. Seeing the gelagatnya, let alone a hotel like this that became his, could-can the island in merauke there also claimed his. Huh!

"Let's go Miss, this is your room entry card, will you go up to your own room or will I take you?" mr. Joe made an offer.

"I'm staying here?"

"Yes, the boss will come when the business is done."

"All right, I'll ride alone."

"So much better, just use your usual language with me, don't be too formal with my greeting-you, I'm just a driver, Hahaha." He left me laughing.

I entered the elevator alone wearing a full dress and make up that still stuck perfectly on the surface of my face. Some people who paced with me gave a strange glance, I pressed the elevator button to the 10th floor.

Maybe they think I'm a lost bride, or a lost bride, funny.

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