HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)
The rules are not written
The ritual of rubbing his back and drying his hair is over, but it seems like this man is still trying to irritate me with this and that command, do this, do that.
"Later on seven o'clock at dinner time, don't be late!" he said while wearing a white polo shirt in front of me.
"Ba, good sir."
"I have a job to do, you have to be ready at the dinner table before I get there, a few seconds late, I'll punish you" he said, pointing right in front of me.
God, what else is this, just having dinner should be like this, not being late, he thinks I'm here for military training to be on time and that. Should not be threatened I will come on time, I already understand that what I am facing is a human being with all his power who can do anything to me and my family, too, then I can't make a mistake.
He passed away leaving the room and leaving me in solitude, his passing seemed to make my breath lighter, when it was nearby I felt a rope tangling my neck, my chest felt tight, I wanted to rebel, but whatever the power, he has chained my legs and neck firmly, whether until when I was treated like this.
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At 6 I rushed to the kitchen, meeting the waiters who were busy preparing dinner.
"Well, what can I do here?" ask Salimah who is wiping the white ceramic plates.
"Miss, we can all do our own work, miss is our employer, she shouldn't help us with our work" she looked back at me.
"I'm bored in my room, doing nothing and just sitting alone."
"Does she like to read books or novels?"
"I like it, but there's no book I can read here, Salimah."
"Well, tomorrow Mr. Joe will take care of it, now go back to the room and prepare for dinner, Miss."
"I'll just wait here, Salimah."
"Madly change the dress of the lady with the evening dress that is already available in the closet, dress beautifully before Mr. Arga comes," said Salimah.
"What's wrong with this shirt?" I asked while frowning in curiosity.
"Dining with a young master should be done casually, but that doesn't mean that the lady can wear just any clothes, it's like an unwritten rule, Miss," he explained with a face full of smiles.
"All right, all right I understand."
Soon I rushed back to the room, the dinner hour was less than 20 minutes away, and I was still confused about what dress I would wear now, the number of models and colors made me more dizzy.
Why should there be a dinner rule like that anyway, annoying once, even though only a regular dinner, troublesome once have a husband who really likes to set, Hah.
My choice fell on a dark blue knee-length evening dress, with beaded decoration around the neck, this dress looks sweet and very fitting attached to my body. I applied bright red lipstick on my lips, sprinkled thin powder and lastly fixed my hair.
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At exactly seven or less five minutes I was sitting on the dining table chair looking at the waiters lined up neatly under the stairs, what else were they doing, of course welcome the noble king down from heaven.
"You're here, good," he said as he descended the last rung of stairs with a slanted smile.
The male waiter who had been lined up under the stairs swiftly went to the dining table and pulled the main seat on the table, allowing the master to sit down.
Mr. Joe who had just been silently following him now sat right next to his right, the waiter pulled the chair while allowing me to sit to the left of Mr. Arga.
Dinner dishes that I think are very excessive, a lot of food served, from various types of fish to vegetables. There is an appetizer and a dessert as provided by the luxury restaurants.
"Eat a lot, so that you get fatter, I don't want your father and mother to think that's not right" he said, putting food in his mouth without looking at me.
I who heard it just nodded slowly, did not want to answer or argue, because it is useless to argue with the most true, will only make my life shorter, that is the message of Mr. Joe some time ago.
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After dinner, I rushed to the room, changed my tight clothes in long, loose pajamas, the air tonight was colder than usual, so I decided to choose pajamas with thicker fabric material.
"What clothes are you wearing?" asked Mr. Arga while holding the shirt on my shoulder with a disgusted expression.
"It's mister's pajamas, mister himself who provides this shirt in the closet."
"You want to go to bed or you want to go up the mountain, why do you wear clothes like this?"
"But the air is cold, so it's warm so I'm wearing this" I explained.
"Wear your better nightgown, tomorrow I'll have Salimah throw away the nightgowns like this" she said as she passed up to the bed.
Whahuh? thrown away? you're crazy or something, if you're crazy please don't show anyone, it's a nightgown, you've seen people go up the mountain in pajamas, you son of a bitch!
I went back to the dressing room, opened some cabinets, and other than the pajama type, only lingerie was available for me to wear while sleeping. With a heavy heart, I chose to wear striking red lingerie.
"Where am I sleeping, sir?" ask me to Mr. Arga who is leaning on the mattress cot while playing his phone.
"Sleep in front of the door there!" ketus answer.
Hah, sleeping in front of the door, you think I'm a guard dog! I stood by the bed, scratching my non-itchy head.
"If you don't want to sleep at the door, sleep here." He glanced beside her, where I should sleep.
"Why do you shut up, quick, before I change your mind and tell you to sleep at the security guard post!" continued.
"Ba, well sir, forgive me," I said, laying down my back.
"Other times when you sleep in clothes like this, don't piss me off with clothes that don't look good at you!"
"Well," I replied briefly as I stared at the closed window curtain.
Although I did not see it, but I knew that he was watching me from behind carefully, realizing that my body was wrapped in a thin cloth, I immediately pulled the thick blanket under my feet, afraid of making him want to eat me tonight, I really wasn't ready even though he was my rightful husband.
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