HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Guests not invited

All the roses of my choice were placed in the back of the car, Mr. Joe himself raised them in the shop clerk's favor, while I just looked and monitored like a foreman watching his workers.

"Thank you very much, sir," I said as we were in the car to continue our journey.

"No problem" he answered flat with eyes still focused on the street.

After arriving in front of the boutique, I was greeted by Riani who was already looking excited to hold my hand.

"Ah, Sabrina, you can finally work again" he said, shaking my arm.

"Yes dong" I said smiling sumringah.

"Who is he, Sa?" Riani whispered in my ear.

"Nobody" I replied.

But he didn't seem to take it with my answer, continuing to nudge my body with his arm.

"Eh please help move these flowers away" I said, pointing to Mr. Joe, who was busy bringing flowers down from the car.

After all the flowers and pots and fertilizer had come down from the car, Mr. Joe said goodbye.

"Miss, I go first, be careful." She tetsmiling.

"Yes," I replied.

"What time do you want me to pick you up?"

"No need, I can take a taxi, sir."

"Alright, I'll pick you up at three in the afternoon." He got into the car without waiting for my answer.

"Here, the wall!" grumbling irritated.

After the departure of Mr. Joe, Riani and I were helped by some boutique employees and then moved all the items that had been stacked in front of this boutique to the top floor, today it seems like I will be more busy gardening.

"Sa, who was that guy?" riani asked with a probing face.

"Nobody, Ni. it's not time I told you everything.'

"Alright, Sa. Then what are you really so busy about not coming here for more than a week?" ask again.

"I'm on family business, why?"

"Actually, in the last two days there was a beautiful woman who came here looking for you, she once came to order a dress, but I forgot her name." said Riani while trying to remember.

"Who?"

"I forgot her name, but she's been here, I think she wants to buy your new dress again, it turns out she just wants to meet you" she continued.

"Yes, come back to work, I'll take care of all these flowers myself."

"All right, Sa."

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I busied myself arranging all my new roses, replacing some old flower pots with new, larger pots, and then giving all the plants the fertilizer I just brought along.

After lunch, Riani suddenly met me.

"Sa, there's someone I told you about this morning," said Riani peeking behind the door.

"Just come in, Ni."

"Ready!"

A few minutes later.

"Good day, Miss Sabrina," said someone entering my room without knocking on the door.

"Good day." It turned out to be none other than Miss Hana.

"Oh, I forgot, you're already a big mistress huh," she said with a cynical smile.

"Sorry, what's the need to look for me, miss?"

"I just want to talk to my best friend's wife, because apparently, all your employees here no one knows that you're married."

"It's none of your business, Miss." I'm a little upset.

"Are you happy with the wedding, Miss Sabrina?"

I just sat quietly on the sofa, watching the woman standing back and forth in her sex dress while revealing her perfect curves.

"Ah, you're lucky to be married to a handsome, well-established and perfect man like Arga. You're not that level, because Arga should have married a prettier woman, like me."

"You're jealous, Miss?" I smiled at her side.

"What did you say?" He looked at me sharply, his eyes looking as if they wanted to strangle.

"You married not out of love, Arga loved me, so did I, but she married you just because she wanted to make you her servant."

"You mean, miss, Mr Arga made me a servant in bed?" I smiled as sweetly as I could, Miss Hana looked surprised at my words.

"Don't be too confident, you're just his lustful, but you'll never take his heart from me." He said with great emphasis.

Hah, really, I also have no intention of seizing her heart, unless she gives it up willingly.

"If the lady comes here just to make small talk, please leave, I'm doing a lot of work and don't accept uninvited guests like the lady" I stood up and opened the door for her.

"Why are you still working on finding change in a tight spot like this, can't you earn a lot of money just by satisfying my lover's lust?"

"Your lover?" I'm thieving.

"Yes, Arga is my lover."

"Didn't he introduce you to me as just a friend, miss. Stop dreaming, it's day, wake up." I smiled at her side.

"We will see later, how Arga will throw you away like a secondhand" he said, pointing his index finger right in front of my face.

"Alright, may the lady wait for him."

I closed the door hard, my emotions were erratic, the blood in my body was boiling to the top.

I don't avoid being married just to be a servant, that's the truth. But I can't accept that my pride is just trampled on.

How could Miss Hana admit that she was the lover of Mr. Arga, while at that time Mr. Arga only introduced her at our wedding party as the son of my father-in-law's best friend.

I don't know, who's playing between them, it doesn't matter to me. Besides, let Mr. Arga make out with other women, even if it's true that he's Miss Hana's lover, let them get married, then I can go back to living freely and breathing as I please.

Is this as sad as my fate, my pride is not only in the hands of Mr. Arga, my own husband, but also trampled by his mistress.

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Time has shown at three o'clock in the afternoon, but it has not been seen at all the nose of Mr. Joe who was supposed to pick me up.

I patiently waited for him alone in front of the boutique, as all the employees from today I sent home at three in the afternoon, but entered an hour early.

After almost an hour I waited, but not yet smelled his arrival, I finally decided to cover the front caffe boutique to refresh the throat that had begun to dry.

The sky darkened even before it was completely twilight, but the driver still did not reveal his nose.

Did he forget to pick me up?

Hmm, I should just order a taxi online, before it gets dark, it looks like it will rain.

I finally decided to open my car and order a taxi online, but I found an unread message, from Mr. Joe.

[You've been anywhere, miss. I've come to pick you up but you're not there]

Hah, I've been sitting here not seeing a car stopping in front of the boutique, then when did Mr. Joe come.

It turned out that the message had been in my consciousness for the past half an hour, it seemed like I was unaware when the phone rang, because I placed it inside a small bag that I had pinned on my shoulder.

In fact, I deliberately ordered a drink and sat on the cafe patio so I could monitor if Mr. Joe had come, but I seemed to be cheated.

Finally I took an online taxi that I had ordered to take me home to Mr. Arga's cage. Yes, it doesn't seem like home to me, but it's more like a cage in which a tiger stands ready to pounce on me at any moment.

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