HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Ah, My husband

Within seconds, the man whose steps sounded from a distance was already standing in front of us with a pale and sweaty face.

"Father," said Mr. Arga greeting his papa with a trembling voice.

"Arga, where have you been?" asked my father-in-law while standing and glaring at his son, Mr. Arga.

"Anu, Arga was out for a while, papa when did he get there?"

"Papa's been here from an hour ago, waiting for you to come home, a long time ago."

"I'm sorry, Arga, Pa, and I don't want to let you know if you're going to visit Arga's house."

"Indeed, to see your own child should tell you first?"

"Not so, but .... "

"Already, fortunately, there is your wife who accompanies papa, so papa is not bored waiting for you to come home."

"Eh, yes."

"You've been an ungodly child, how is it possible to get married without telling your papa, you think your papa is dead, huh?"

"Anu, Pa, it's not that." Mr. Arga confusedly answered his papa's question, his face looked deathly pale, a feeling of nervousness must have enveloped him.

"I'm sorry Arga, Pa" said Mr. Arga.

"Yes, Pa, I'm sorry my husband, we're just going to visit papa and surprise him with this part, isn't it my husband?" I smiled falsely at Mr. Arga and winked at him, giving him the code to confirm my words.

"Yes, I mean Arga so, Pa."

"Yes, besides you already know, there's someone nearby Arga who came to your wedding and told papa, thankfully your papa has no stored heart disease, Arga." my father-in-law started to relax.

Things have turned warmer, Mr. Arga and his papa have improved, although they look a little awkward, probably because they rarely have time together, he said, but I saw clearly the fear that was drawn on Mr. Arga's face when I saw that his papa was already sitting sweetly with me in this living room.

"My husband, you want warm chocolate like papa's?" I offered Mr. Arga a spoiled accent.

"Huh, what?" He gawked at the confusion of hearing my sweet words.

"Want to drink some warm chocolate?" I'm repeating.

"Yes, I can."

I left them to talk more freely, then went to the kitchen to ask the waiter for warm chocolate.

He must have thought I was being possessed by a genie or possessed, to the point of saying so sweetly to him, what else to call him by the word "My husband", it makes my tongue feel a little kesleo.

I sat in the middle room leaning my back on the sofa, waiting for the waiter to prepare my request.

"Sabrina!" said Mr. Arga standing with a sharp glare in front of me.

"What's up, Mister?"

"You're crazy, why call me that in front of papa?"

"Didn't I save you from your anger, you should thank me." I casually replied.

"Don't want me to thank you, Huh."

"Alright, I will complain about what you did a few days ago to kill me." I'm thieving.

"You're threatening me?"

"No, I just wanted to confide in my good father-in-law."

"Basic, girls are not sane!" it means walking away from me.

Hahaha, it seems that in this match I won, Mr. Arga. Your scarf once when it comes to papa, at least there will be people who are more on my side than you.

"Miss, this is the warm chocolate that Miss asked for." A servant shocked me from my evil thoughts.

"Eh, yes, thank you very much."

"Please have a drink, my husband," I said, putting what I had brought to Mr. Arga's front desk.

"Thank you, Sabrina," said Mr. Arga, glancing cynically.

"Gee, my daughter-in-law was very nice, the first time you met, your father-in-law was immediately amazed at you, son," my father-in-law said in praise.

"Ah, thank you so much for the compliment, Pa." I smiled warmly at him.

"Arga, just this time papa is proud of you, can give such a good daughter-in-law like Sabrina, may your marriage continue to last until death separates."

"Do'a sincere parents will surely come true, Pa." I'm nodding.

While Mr. Arga was just silent, his lips were throbbing, several times I glanced at him, he took a deep breath back and forth and let him out slowly, surely a feeling of annoyance had gnawed at him.

Are you upset with me, sir? Haha. I laughed with satisfaction in my heart.

"When you invite Sabrina to visit our old house, Arga," said the father-in-law.

"Alright, Pa, wait for some free time, Arga still has a lot of work in the office" replied Mr. Arga lethargic, he seemed reluctant to answer.

"Just leave it to Joe, he can always count on."

"No, Pa, it's Arga's responsibility."

"At the same time you have to go on your honeymoon, go, papa who will help take care of the company while you're away."

"No need, Pa."

"You don't want to give your father a grandson right away. Huh uh?" Papa-in-law glared at lord Arga.

Mr. Arga was silent, leaning his back on the sofa, ruffling his hair in frustration.

"Papa doesn't want to know, you guys have to honeymoon, period!"

"Well, how do you want me to." Mr. Arga left us, and I remained silent without the slightest thought of the debate between father and son before me.

"You have a lot to be patient with having a husband like Arga, son, but in his heart, he is a good man, believe in papa," said my father-in-law who had just been dumb.

"I'm always patient, Pa." I smile.

"Well, papa wants to go home first, it's late."

"Why don't you want to wait for dinner?"

"Next time, son."

"Alright, be careful on the road, Pa." I kissed the back of papa-in-law's hand.

After I delivered my father-in-law in front of the main door, I returned to the room, preparing to take a bath.

From the front door of the room that was wide open, I saw Mr. Arga sleeping on his favorite sofa, he did not even change his clothes.

Is he really upset with me because of my attitude like that in front of papa huh, I feel guilty.

I approached her, I saw her face was so tired, she closed her eyes tightly, her hands were placed under her head as pillows, while her feet were still wearing shiny black pantofel shoes, complete with socks, splashing on the sofa.

I carefully took off her shoes and socks, saw her always guilty in front of her father like before, making me feel sorry for her.

I decided to take a shower immediately before she woke up and made a new problem with me, because when she fell asleep, it made the world feel so peaceful to me, of course because he wouldn't do anything to me.

...

It was getting late, but Mr. Arga did not wake up from his sleep.

Are you so tired that you sleep for hours in the afternoon like this, you sleep or faint anyway?

I went back to him, sitting on the edge of the sofa just above his head.