HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Around the house

My breath went up and down uncontrollably, I saw him smile as if giving meaning, that smile was so drugging me that I did not feel my saliva even wanted to drip into these lips.

What would he do, why would he be so scary.

My heart palpitations were almost heard all over this room, I closed my eyes trying to calm down while managing my breath that was no longer due to intonation, these tense seconds felt like hours, hours, but I still felt his breath right in front of my face.

A few seconds after I calmed down, I opened my eyes again and did not see it in front of me. I stared alone at the open bathroom door.

"Hey perverted girl, why are you standing there like a statue, shower quickly!" it turned out that the man was already sitting on the sofa. I didn't even feel him pass me when I came out of the bathroom.

"not ... Uh, not." I'm flustered.

"Well, whether you take a shower or not, your body smells, you can poison the air in this room." He glanced at it while smiling sideways.

I rushed into the bathroom without answering anything, I had to conserve my energy to deal with it for a full day, so I didn't want to rush to drain my mental health this morning.

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After taking a shower, I chose clothes in the dressing room, so many models and colors, I was even confused about which one to choose, because this morning Mr. Arga will take me home, the big house I went to that night.

"You've been a long time, Miss Sabrina, can you be a little quick." The man shouted from the bed.

Finally I chose a white knee-length dress with an open shoulder, a pearl accent at the end of the skirt makes this dress look sweet, even the size is very fitting with my body that contains this little.

I always remember my mother's message to keep my appearance in front of the man who is my current husband, so that he will never be ashamed to introduce me to anyone, the appearance of a wife can be evidence of the achievements of the husband.

I dressed up modestly, my hair draped as usual, just putting on my favorite pearl pinch. I rushed out of the dressing room in a neat state and was ready to leave.

"Sir." I patted her on the stomach on the bed.

"You done yet?"

"It."

"Did every woman like you have to spend hours choosing clothes and dressing up? it's troublesome!" he asked annoyed.

I just kept quiet, adjusted my breath so that my words of muti-ku did not just explode, this was just the beginning, I had to be extra patient facing his mouth that had no brakes.

"Let's go, Joe's already rooted waiting for you downstairs."

Patience, patience, patience Sabrina, let this crazy man babble all day. Be patient!

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This morning the streets are so slow, maybe because it is a Sunday, almost all offices are off, except for the construction workers or factory workers who are still scavenging for rupiah on holidays.

The car drove leisurely, I sat behind the driver's seat side by side with Mr. Arga, Mr. Joe driving in front while occasionally glancing at me through the rearview mirror above his head.

"Boss, how was your first night? Hahaha." This chatty man started again

"What?" mr. Arga answered accordingly.

"Your first night, boss, tell me?"

Hah, are they crazy, sharing the story the first night? really, soon I'll be crazier than them if I keep seeing them like this. Their insanity will rub off on me, terrible!

"Ah, just ask this perverted girl next to me." Mr. Arga replied casually while glancing cynically at me.

"Babby girl? Haha." Mr. Joe laughed as if he was watching a funny scene in an indro casino movie.

"Not funny!" I replied in a loud tone.

The conversation halted immediately upon entering the residential elite area where Mr. Arga lived, but I could still feel Mr. Joe holding his laughter in front of me

I'd really be crazier if I kept going like this.

The house looks quiet, there are no cars or motorcycles passing by, occasionally only seen some people cycling enjoy the sunny weather on this holiday and some small children playing ball in their home yard.

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Mr. Joe honked the car horn once, and at once two guards opened the main gate of the house, even though I first saw the house at night, I still recognize the architectural style presented before my eyes, I was always amazed by every corner of this house, very large, luxurious and perfectly maintained.

"Please, Mister, Miss." They smiled and nodded politely.

I got out of the car and followed the footsteps of the two men in front of me, entering the main door, we had already greeted a few servants in neat uniforms with a very friendly.

"Miss Sabrina, these are some of the servants of this house" said Mr. Arga, pointing at the servant in front of me.

"He's Salimah, the butler of this house, he'll take care of your needs, if there's anything you need, tell him."

A servant took one step forward and bowed respectfully before me, I smiled.

Salimah looks young, the age range of thirty years, it is only an estimate, because the human face can sometimes be deceiving, now there are many salon treatments that offer skin rejuvenation.

"Goodbye, take him around." Mr. Arga gave the order and passed away leaving us.

"Come, Miss." Salimah stretched out her right hand, allowing me to walk ahead of her.

Surrounding this house takes almost half an hour, it feels like I have been around in the residential complex where I live so widely. I could have been lost if I hadn't noticed Salimah's instructions to pay attention to every hallway of this house.

In a house of this size, there are several master bedrooms and one guest room, on the second floor there is a special work room that can only be entered by Mr. Arga and Mr. Joe, and a special servant who was in charge of cleaning it.

"Good, I'm tired." I'd love to sit for a while on the upper balcony looking around the pool here.

"Rest here for a minute, Miss." He spoke with a smile and opened his phone.

A few minutes later came a waiter carrying a tray of orange juice with a jumbo-sized glass, chunks of ice in it to make water droplets condense outside the glass, just seeing it was very refreshing.

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry, Miss." I smiled and gulped half the orange juice in my hand.

"Looks like Miss is thirsty." Salimah smiled at me.

"Running around here is exhausting, Salimah, my throat is almost dry."

"I know, Miss."

"How can the waiter come with juice and know that we are resting here" I said astonished.

"I gave the order, Miss."

"Well, thank you very much, Salimah."

"Together, Miss, don't hesitate if you want something, just say it."

"All right." There's a bit of relief in my heart, at least there's a human being who's behaving normally to me in this house.

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