HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

POV Si handsome (Pick up bi Ijah)

The face that a quarter of a second ago was very excited sitting in front of the dining table while grabbing the fork now seemed to be back in a frown.

"What's up, honey?" ask me to ventured before he put on a scary disappointed face.

"Hmm, isn't this bi Ijah's cooking?" She asked while leaning her back on the chair, I saw the disappointment of having already decorated her beautiful face.

"What's not good?" ask me again

"That's not it, it's just that this isn't Ijah's bi cuisine."

"But, bi Ijah is not at your parents' house, honey. It's been a week since she came home, and only the day after tomorrow will come back" I explained honestly, in accordance with what my mother-in-law said this afternoon.

"Indeed, what's the difference between bi Ijah cuisine and the cuisine of others, it's important that it's equally delicious, dear," I said, what secret recipe ART has used to the point that even my best chef's cooking can't match it.

"Either, if not Ijah bi cuisine, I don't want to," he said with a sullen face, now the sexy cute lips conical.

With a broken heart seeing my beloved wife sulking because it has not been fulfilled her wishes, I also thought hard how to make that bi Ijah can quickly return to this city.

Shortly after the failed dinner, I immediately contacted Joe, asked him to come to my in-laws' house to ask for the full address of bi Ijah, I was determined to follow him to my hometown.

"Nights like this are you telling me to come to his house, Boss? why don't you just call" Joe lamented over the phone.

"I've contacted him on the landline, but I can't connect, Joe. I'm sorry if I trouble you," I said.

"When are you going to go after that guy, Boss?"

"Tomorrow, early in the morning, so that Sabrina can get her wish quickly. I can't bear to see it, Joe." I turned to Joe.

"Ah, you're so cute, Boss. Yes, I will go there now" he said. Although he seems a bit objected because I interrupted his Sunday night show, but he was still Joe, never rejecting what I asked for.

Let people say I'm a bucin, love slave. After all, my love is really real for Sabrina, I will do anything to make her happy.

"Honey," I said softly, stroking his shoulder which was now lying behind me.

"What?" answer me without turning the body.

Nawat, he's upset.

Ah, again I don't get my night sports ration, huh.

"Do you want a massage?" I bargained, tried to seduce him.

"No need, I'm not tired."

"Emm, can I make you a hot drink?" I'm still trying.

"No need!" This time his words were increasingly emphasized, it would be more complicated if this continued.

Without saying another word, I got out of bed immediately, and made her a glass of pregnant milk, I knew she had not yet drunk milk. Before giving it to her, I took her to the kitchen and took two apples and three mangosteen from the refrigerator.

After I finished peeling the apple and cutting it into pieces, I went back to the room, I put the pieces of fruit in the plate on the table next to where it lay, not to forget that a glass of milk is also available there.

"Don't forget to drink, honey. I went into my study for a while, there was something I hadn't done yet" I said slowly and kissed her forehead before leaving.

He was shaking, closing his eyes tightly as if he was asleep, but I knew very well that he was just pretending. Just then, when I was about to enter the room, I peeked at him from outside, he was playing his phone when I went to the kitchen.

I let her calm herself down, and immediately thought of a way to pick up bi Ijah to immediately return to this city.

I have to pick her up tomorrow. I was round when Joe's address sent me.

Because it was off the island and had to board a plane, I decided to bring my own helicopter to make it faster and easier.

"Tomorrow early in the morning I'll get everything ready, don't worry" Joe said.

I smile with relief, may all plans go smoothly. I can't wait to wait for that Ijah bi to come back here the day after, let alone the journey takes two days because he uses the sea lane, it will definitely make Sabrina more and more unable to bear.

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Early in the morning, I woke up faster without a shower and just brush my teeth and wash my face, I immediately changed my clothes and prepared to leave.

I saw that Sabrina was still fast asleep, because time was still showing at four in the morning. I couldn't bear to wake her up, so I chose to go quietly and just kiss her forehead for a moment.

My car drove itself fast towards the airstrip, where Joe was waiting, accompanied by a pilot.

"After disembarking at the airport, there's already someone picking you up, Boss. He'll take you to the house of the man you mean" Joe said.

"Good, Joe. Thanks."

Without further ado, I boarded the helicopter with the pilot, and Joe had to return to his apartment, he would still come to the office at 8.

It did not take long, only 30 minutes of air travel, I had reached the airport closest to the house bi Ijah.

"Are you ready, sir?" ask the driver when I get in the car.

"How long does it take to get to her house?" my many.

"Approximately almost an hour by car, then take a taxi for about 20 minutes, because the access to the destination can not use four-wheeled vehicles" he replied.

"Is the place very remote?"

"May I say so, sir."

"All right, let's go, soon" I commanded.

The car drove at high speed splitting the still quiet road, I think the driver who is now sitting holding the round steering wheel is a former driver, visible from his shrewdness in driving.

I did not even take the time to stop by for breakfast, the most important thing is that I have to meet and invite bi Ijah to my house, he must be willing to cook for Sabrina today as well.

45 Minutes away, we had reached the end of the city, in a densely populated village, I saw the driver dialogue using the Javanese language to the motorcycle taxi drivers who were traveling in the village area.

"How's it?" ask the driver.

"The father will take the master to the house of mak Ijah, do I need to accompany him, sir?"

"Ah, no need, you just wait here."

I also eagerly rode a dirty motorcycle filled with dried up red soil.

"Wonten nopo madosi griyane mak Ijah?" ask the male taxi driver who might be the same age as my papa.

"Sorry, Sir. I don't speak Javanese, can I speak Indonesian?"

"Oh, uh, Mas. What's it gonna take to find Mak Ijah's house?"

"I'd like to take her back to town, sir. My wife is pregnant, and only wants to eat bi Ijah's cooking, so I have to pick her up immediately" I replied.

"Well, bojo dream of tenan kowe iki mas," he said, holding a smile. I who don't really understand the language just nod and pretend to understand.

"Niki griyane mak Ijah, Mas" said the father. I got off the motorcycle too.

"Sir wait here, yeah. I'm not long," I said before entering the not-so-big, wooden-walled house, in the surrounding area still visible traces of the rest of the dishes and equipment that was used for the wedding reception.

I knocked on the door politely, then a woman of Sabrina's age stood staring at me without blinking, not even welcoming me with any words.

It seems like this village lady is being fascinated with my perfect good looks, let alone the clothes I wear semi-formally, she must have thought there was a prince entering the village with various imaginations floating on her head.

"Sorry, can I meet bi Ijah?" I asked him to disperse his daydream, as soon as he woke up and went back into the house.

"Of sopo anyway, yu?"

"Kuwi loh mak, handsome wong."

I heard the chatter of two people walking closer.

"Loh, Mr. Arga. What is the need for you to catch up with me coming to this village?" bi Ijah asked worriedly, he told me to come in and give me a cup of warm tea.

"Can my aunt come back to town with me? I really need help," I said slowly and sipped a cup of tea made, coincidentally I was very thirsty.

"What's wrong? is non Sabrina sick? or my lady and gentlemen?" his question is full of fear.

"No, I just need an aunt to cook at my house, Sabrina is pregnant, and is eager to eat bi Ijah's cooking."

"I beg you, auntie must come with me to the city, I will pay whatever aunt asks" I said.

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