HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Papa In-law

Looking at that handsome and annoying face made my appetite instantly disappear, a rumbling irritated feeling pervaded my soul and mind, as if taking away my usual passionate appetite.

"You're not eating?" tanyanya saw me stirring the rice on the plate.

"Eat." My answer was short, without looking at him.

"Would you just look and stir the rice, you'd be full?"

"Hm." It's too bad to serve him.

"Do you not like this food?"

"Like."

"What is this about you?" He slammed his spoons and forks on his plate, surprising some of the waiters who were standing not far from the table, while I remained ordinary.

"What am I, sir?" I asked with his comfort.

"Why are you answering so briefly?"

"Then I have to answer how?"

"Express clearly when asked," he said annoyedly, the servants who saw his master's waist in front of me were frightened.

"I have answered it briefly, concisely and clearly, then less what?" my answer is selow.

"You are," He clenched his hand, his breath was as dull as having just run a thousand-kilometer marathon, and then sat back down his sex butt violently in the seat.

I just glanced at him, reluctant to respond or beg for forgiveness for upsetting him, it seemed like I had gone crazy for daring to act like this to him.

Ah just let it get upset, Hahaha. After all, when he was angry and upset like that, then I was acting indifferent, like there was a sensation of how it was, Hahaha.

"I had business at the office this afternoon" he said slightly softened.

"Yes." Yeah." I'm still not responding.

"You answer like that again, I'm gonna put a seed in your mouth, you little curly girl, ugly, selfless." He stood cursing, cursing, blabbering incoherently and then walked somewhere I didn't want to know.

Just go, go far away, if necessary don't go back, Hahaha. You really look funny when I'm cute and don't care.

After his departure, I continued to eat rice that I had already stirred mixed with vegetables.

"Miss." Salimah ran over to me who was eating food in front of me.

"What's up, Salimah?" my many.

"Miss is okay?" Salimah's face was a little pale.

"Of course I'm fine, Salimah, why?"

"Didn't you do something to Miss?"

"No, your master was only stricken with a slight disturbance of the soul, so it was like that. Haha"

"Thank God, Miss, I heard you seem to be angry, I'm afraid something happened to you."

"It's okay, Salimah, you said it yourself."

"Yes, please continue eating, Miss." Salimah nodded back to the kitchen.

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After lunch, I took the time to go to the living room, looking for a cardboard box containing reading books that Mr. Joe meant at that time.

After I found a fairly large cardboard box, I asked a few male servants to lift it to the room, I can't wait to read the books Mr. Joe gave me, I have long abandoned my hobby of reading love novels that drain tears, even when I was sitting in High School, I often languish until I can't sleep just because I cry over the end of the novels I read.

I began to open the cardboard, how surprised I was, this cardboard box contains almost a hundred more books, from teenage novels, romance novels, magazines, to comics as well, how understanding Mr. Joe gave me all this. Either he bought these books with his personal money, or maybe it was actually Mr. Arga who gave him the order to buy all of these.

"Miss, miss," said Salimah entering the room without knocking with her body shaking and breathing rising and falling.

"What's wrong, Salimah, so hurry," I asked in surprise.

"That's it, Non" he said.

"What the hell, take a breath first, do not forget to breathe yes," I said while grinning.

"That's it, there's a big master."

"Great master? whose great master, Salimah?" I was a little surprised.

"Anu, Mr. Sam."

"Then, Salimah, you will know for yourself that Mr. Sam does not know that his son is married to me" I said confusedly.

"I'm confused too, Miss." Salimah scratched her head while wailing.

"How do you think I should?"

"Will Mr Arga not be angry?" many doubt.

"Great master the man is very kind and friendly, miss can take refuge from the anger of Mr. Arga through the great lord."

"Is there no better advice, Salimah?"

"I was also confused how to do it, but the big master suddenly immediately asked miss," said Salimah.

"Huh, asking me?"

"Looks like the big master already knows, miss."

"Alright, I'll meet you then."

I walked quickly while tidying up my clothes and hair, followed by Salimah behind me.

"Sir," I said to a man who was about half a century old, this man looked older than my father, but he was still handsome and neat.

"Oh, who are you?" tanyanya while frowning.

"I, I am Sabrina, sir," I trembled.

"You're this, my son's wife?"

"Yes, Sir." I hesitated to answer.

"Based on a brat, I'm his papa, he married secretly without telling me, he thought I was dead. Watch out for you Arga!"

I approached, grabbed the wrinkled hand of the man before me, then kissed the back of his hand respectfully.

"I'm sorry my husband, sir, maybe he just wants to surprise me" I said.

"But he's gone too far!"

"Maybe my husband thinks if he wants to introduce me directly as his wife, no longer his future wife."

"Hmm, it may be true your words, son."

Hahaha, this time I save you, Mr. Arga, you will have to pay later. It's good that I call you my husband's words, my tongue itching to say those words.

"Well, my dear Sabrina, now call her, tell her to go home, now" he said, patting the edge of the sofa.

"But, he said there's some important business, sir."

"Tell me I'm here."

"Good."

I rushed to meet Salimah who was stalking us from a distance, because all this time I never knew what number Mr. Arga.

"Salima, please call Mr. Arga, tell me that there is a papa here" I told Salimah.

"Well, miss," said Salimah passing towards the table where the house phone was placed.

I went back to see my father-in-law with a cup of warm chocolate.

"Please, sir," I said as I placed the porcelain cup on the table.

"Sit here, son." He shifted his seat and patted the sofa next to him. I nodded and followed his words.

"Don't call me master, just call papa, you're my son-in-law" he said with a warm smile.

His wrinkled face did not make this man before me lose his good looks, maybe this is what is called the fruit falling not far from the tree, it could be the stature and good looks of Mr. Arga decreased from his father.

Almost an hour we chatted, there was the sound of a car stopping right in front of the main door of this house, heard someone step quickly into the house.

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