HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

A cup of warm soup

My body ached in all its parts, my head was a little dizzy and my breathing was a bit heavy.

I was a little surprised to see him being nice to me, although occasionally his mouth still mumbled indistinctly, at least this man still had a little conscience to take responsibility for his foolish actions pushing me into the pond.

When the door was knocked, his mouth continued to flinch while walking to open the door.

"Boss, what's wrong?" asked Mr. Joe clingak-clinguk to peek into the room.

"He just drowned" said Mr. Arga.

"How did he drown?"

"I pushed him?"

"What's? you pushed him on purpose, Boss?" said Mr. Joe frowned.

"I have no intention of harming him, Joe, I think he can swim,"

"You didn't ask him, could he swim or not?"

"No" he said slowly.

"Then, is she okay?"

"Yes, he was aware, the doctor Budi had come to check his condition."

"Well, under the stairs is a cardboard box of books for the lady, Boss."

"Let it there first, after all the girl still looks weak, may not have the desire to read a book," said Mr. Arga.

"Send my regards to him, hopefully he will get better soon" said Mr. Joe, smiling broadly.

"Alright, I'm likely to take a few days off with him, so you'll take care of all the company's needs, reschedule all the client meetings, I can't possibly leave the curly girl alone," obviously Mr. Arga.

"Ready boss, I have to go back to the office" said Mr. Joe and hurried to leave Mr. Arga at the door.

I heard their conversation clearly, because Mr. Arga did not close the door of the room tightly.

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In the room, I just kept quiet, trying to digest the horrible incident that almost took my life. As for Mr. Arga, he was sitting on a couch by the window playing his cell phone, occasionally glancing at me and watching my every move, like he was keeping a house arrest.

"Tu, sir," I said to him.

"What's wrong? you want anything?" he stood up to me.

"Please don't say this to my father and mother" I asked in a hoarse voice, like something was stuck in my throat.

"Why indeed?"

"I don't want them to worry."

"Alright if that's what you want," he replied and returned to his original seat.

I do not want to make my father and mother worried, it can be guessed, mother will cry so much if I know I almost drowned because of my husband's own mess, because, it is enough that I feel the screams of life in this hell, lest they know what I am going through here.

Gts .. Gts .. Gts ....

"Lake in." Mr. Arga shouted to tell someone outside to come in.

Two maidservants came in with food and drink and some fruits that had been peeled.

"Put it down there" said Mr. Arga pointing at the table next to the bed.

Without saying anything, the maid immediately put what she had brought onto the table carefully as the master ordered, then nodded politely at me and passed away leaving the room.

As the atmosphere of the room began to quiet from knocking on the door and the like, Mr. Arga stood up from the sofa and approached the bed.

"Come, I'll help you get up, you'll have to have lunch to get better" she said, propping up her body and putting some pillows on her back as a backrest.

He took a bowl of warm soup on the table.

"Open your mouth!" her door.

"I can eat by myself, sir," I said slowly.

I was forced to open my mouth a little wide.

"Aahh." I'm a little screaming.

"What is this about you?" mr. Arga was a little surprised.

"Hot."

"I ordered some warm soup to the waiter, not hot soup, so I don't know" he said.

I just kept quiet and didn't respond. Then he scooped up the soup again and blew it a few times, before he thrust it at me, he slightly stuck out his tongue sensing whether the soup was still hot or warm.

Ih, it's disgusting of you, where I might want to eat your mark, I might catch a crazy tick like you, ihhh ....

"Open your mouth again, this one isn't hot" he said thrusting a spoon right in front of my mouth.

With so forced to open my mouth and chew slowly, all this I did because I did not want him to be angry again, it would be very troublesome if he continued to be angry for trivial things.

He fed me a bowl full of soup until it was gone, of course by threatening me which was not until I did not finish the soup.

"Master didn't eat?" ask me attention snobs.

"I'm not hungry" he replied.

If you are not hungry, I also do not care if you want to eat or not, you will not die just because you do not eat lunch once. Evil thoughts are free to float around in my head.

"Go back to sleep, I'll take care of you here" he said.

"I'm not sleepy."

"Then what do you want? no, go to sleep."

I'm not sleepy, why are you telling me to sleep anyway, a little set me up, it sucks!

"Did you drown just now, you're a little deaf? sleep fast!" he glared at me.

With an overwhelming feeling of arrogance, I lay back down. Suddenly he took off his shirt and went to lie on his back beside me, I glanced at him a little with my tail, his eyes staring at the ceiling of the room, like there was a heavy burden he was thinking about.

"Don't look at me like that, get some sleep!" said ketus.

How could he know if I glanced at him, he would not see me, lest he have a sixth sense, ah, there's something.

I pretended to close my eyes so as not to hear her chatter constantly telling me to sleep. Many times I felt this bed wobbling, it seemed like she was spinning to the point of not being able to sleep, I thought.

I was wondering in my heart what this man next to me was thinking, whether he felt guilty for almost killing me by pushing me into the pool, or something else that made him seal this.

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I woke up to feel something heavy pressing down on my body, I opened my eyes looking for what was making it difficult for me to move, it turned out that the legs and hands of Mr. Arga were so comfortable that they just overcame me, it turned out that I had actually fallen asleep, and she had also come to sleep beside me.

What is this crazy man doing, Ah, his legs and hands are so heavy, I have a hard time knowing!

I tried to carefully lift up his sturdy arm, then gradually pushed his body away from me, at least so that he would not make me roll like this, but my efforts were in vain, the more I tried to push him, at least so that he would not make me roll like this, he's getting me into his chest.

My heart was beating fast as if it wanted to jump from its place, our bodies were no longer apart, even I could feel its breath hitting my face, we were clinging so tightly, its strong hands were holding me moving away, even when I was still breathing, until I was tired of trying and resignedly watching his handsome face with this close distance, it seemed like this was my lucky day.

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