HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Salimah Story

"Tell me if you have a problem, miss," said Mr. Joe to me.

I just kept quiet, not wanting to answer or say what was raging in my chest, the feeling of tightness was increasingly filling the esophagus, since the first time I set foot in this house, I already knew that even breathing I would be arranged here.

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"Miss." There was a whisper approaching my ear, a warm hand stuck to my shoulder.

"Well, what's wrong?" I asked the butler who was sitting crouching next to the sofa where I fell asleep, I rubbed my eyes.

"Please sleep in the room, Miss, it will be more comfortable if you sleep on a mattress," said Salimah.

"Did I fall asleep?" I was confused, because I felt like I was just sitting here changing hansaplas.

"Nearly an hour she fell asleep, it seems that in an uncomfortable position, it will make the lady's body hurt."

"I'm not sleepy, Salimah, can I have a glass of warm chocolate?"

"Of course, Miss."

"I'll wait in the side garden, please deliver there, Salimah."

"Alright," said Salimah and rushed to the kitchen.

I staggered towards the side garden, my head slightly heavy, perhaps this was due to my improper sleeping position on the sofa, causing my neck to ache while shaking my head.

I sat on the wooden chair of the side garden, enjoying the fresh air and the scorching sun, there was a medium-sized fish pond in front of me, dozens of small fish danced cheerfully under the swaying artificial waterfall on his right side. Small flowers and rocks adorn each side of the pond, there is a lotus in the middle of the pond that is blooming showing pink flowers that spoil every eye that sees it.

"Here, miss, have a drink" said Salimah, putting a cup of warm chocolate on the table.

"Sit here, Salimah, accompany me."

"All right." Salimah sat down on the chair beside me and smiled kindly.

We sat together in silence, I watched the small fish that were cool on the surface of the pond, while Salimah seemed to be watching me with curiosity, occasionally I glanced at him, he just smiled back at me.

"Religence." I finally spoke after a long silence.

"Yes, Miss," said Salimah.

"May I ask you something?"

"Please, Miss, I will definitely answer it while I know," Salimah nodded.

"Is Mr Arga a good man?" I asked while looking at him with a serious look.

"Of course, Miss."

"Say the reason."

"Good people don't need a reason to do good, miss."

"You don't understand what I mean, Salimah, do you know that he's arrogant, callous, haughty, self-absorbed" I said without brakes and censorship.

"That's his nature, miss, but at the bottom of his heart, he's a very good person."

"What makes you think he's a good person?"

"I used to be a five-star luxury restaurant owner in the middle of the city, I lived happily with my household, because I had a good husband and a smart daughter," salimah said as he stared blankly at the pool, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"Then?" I grabbed the warm chocolate Salimah had brought earlier, then took a slow sip.

"Secretly my husband has betrayed, all the property, houses, precious assets have been changed in the name of his unclean lover, my daughter and I were beaten, we were dumped in the streets, we were, we're like crazy, even we beg to eat." Salimah's eyes glazed over.

"One day in front of a restaurant, my daughter was crying because she was hungry, when suddenly a man came out holding out two packs of rice and mineral water, he was Mr. Joe, for almost a month, Mr. Joe always came to bring us food every morning and evening, I told him my life story, then he intended to introduce me to his boss, namely Mr. Arga, it just so happened that Mr. Arga had just wanted to occupy this house, so he needed a servant. It is with great pleasure that Mr. Arga accepted me to work here, even to finance my daughter's entire education, until now she can study at a prestigious university in England." Salimah's tears trickled down, as if she were imagining bitter memories that had passed through her.

"Of course the kindest is Mr. Joe, he made you what you are today" I told Salimah.

"Hm." I'm confused what to say.

"Alright, Miss, next time I will tell you more, now I have to go back to work to prepare lunch" Salimah said.

I just nodded, staring at the woman's back away from me. After the cup of warm chocolate had left me not a single drop, I got up and walked towards the room.

The door of the room did not close tightly, I opened it a little, peeking at the situation and conditions inside the room, I still felt afraid if I was close to Mr. Arga. He doesn't seem to be sitting on his bed or on his favorite couch. I stepped slowly, opening the bathroom, empty. I went back to look for him in the dressing room, empty. It doesn't look at all at the stem of his nose.

Thankfully, the man was apparently not in this room, I was able to rest in peace, relax my stiff body, stretch my tense muscles and most importantly, relax my body, rest my eyes from the misleading sight.

I lay my body on the bed, staring at the ceiling, as much as I could calm my foggy heart and mind, I felt so missed my father and mother.

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Gts ... Gts ... Gts ....

I hurried to open the door, Salimah was already standing there with her smiling face.

"What's up, Salimah?"

"Miss is waiting for Mr. Arga at the dinner table, miss," he said.

"All right, I'll be there soon."

I closed the door as Salimah walked away, tidying my hair so as not to look like the hair of a wild lion that had just woken up from its slumber, because my curly hair like this makes me have to take extra care of it so as not to tie each other.

I went down the stairs carefully, apparently Mr. Arga was already sitting sweetly on his national chair, he was seen waiting for me.

"For a long time, you conch!" hardikan.

"I'm sorry, sir, I was resting" I said, grabbing my usual seat.

"I didn't ask."

God, I'm just telling you, so you don't misunderstand me and nag me, it's so hard to live with you!

"Drink," he said flatly. I swiftly poured water on the empty glass in front of him.

"I want to drink that orange ice, not water."

You didn't say you wanted iced oranges, you just said drink, you thought I could tell what's in your head if you didn't say it, next time tell me clearly what you want, don't trouble me!

I just let out a long sigh with a chest that was already full of emotion, already repeatedly he treated me like this, he thought I had an inner eye that could laugh at his desires without him explaining what he wanted. Really, I would love to splash his face with this teapot full of orange ice, so that his mind is fresh and can think clearly like a normal human being in general.

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