HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Driver and bodyguard

Arriving at the gate of the house, I was so grateful for not forgetting the way home, when in fact I hesitated to go home without Mr. Arga or Mr. Joe, he said, the location of this elite housing is indeed in the middle of the city, but the entrance is very complicated, large houses lined up to make me confused and difficult to memorize every alley.

I entered the house lethargic, tired of feeling all day gardening alone, let alone visited by the drop-in-law who came uninvited, returned home un-delivered, really draining my emotions today.

"You're home yet?" asked Mr. Arga to greet me in front of the room.

"Yes." Yeah." I replied without looking back, today is so tiring, I don't want any trouble.

"Where have you been, Joe said you weren't in the shop." He followed me into the room.

"I was waiting for him in front of the cafe, I didn't see him coming, so I didn't know" I took off my shoes and sat in front of the mirror.

"Joe is very worried about you" he continued.

"really?" I looked at him.

"Yes, he seems to be so attentive to you."

"Maybe it's just the feeling of the master" I said casually.

"That's it, but I think he's so interested in you" he said as he walked to his favorite couch.

It's not you yourself who say that I'm not beautiful, curly and not the dream of many men. How could your cute, handsome-looking driver be interested in me, maybe your mind is a little wobbly, sir.

I rushed to the bathroom, the body already felt sticky and itchy because of a sweaty day.

After taking a shower, I and Mr. Arga had dinner alone, we did not greet each other at the dining table, whatever possessed him, he had just been silent and ate without bothering me, but this is an advantage for me.

We went back to the room, I changed my pajamas for lingerie as usual, but again Mr. Arga was not looking to tease or comment, there was something strange if he only kept silent a thousand languages like this, like something was up.

I was restless unable to sleep, he was also seen staring at the ceiling of the room, I don't know what was raging in his heart.

"Master," I said, breaking his daydream.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Master isn't sleepy yet, can I make you some warm milk?" I offered it willingly.

"No need, I don't want to" he said flatly.

"All right." Then I lay back on his back.

The silent atmosphere between us made my mind run around and around looking for the man behind me who was silent.

Is he thinking about his mistress yes, does he know if Miss Hana came to me, is she worried about their affair being exposed by me.

My mind guessing is not certain.

"We're leaving for our honeymoon next week, take a few days off work." He finally made a sound after hours of silence.

"Where?" ask me without looking.

"Singapore or Paris."

Well, am I really going abroad, it's like a dream to me. Unfortunately in my dreams, I didn't go with a guy like you, huh.

There is a feeling of the part that blows, but in every happiness that comes there is always fear that sneaks into the heart. Of course the fear was because the event went abroad I did with the most annoying man on earth that I have ever known, unfortunately again he is my husband at this time.

"You happy?" he said softly, then lay down to me.

"Yes" I said, pretending to be indifferent, I would lose face if I looked so happy and excited to go on my honeymoon with her.

"Good, from tomorrow there will be a driver who will drive you and wait for you at the boutique until you get home" he continued.

"What?" Instantly I turned my body to face with him.

"Why are you surprised, you don't like it?"

"It's too much for that driver to wait for me all day at the boutique."

"It's okay, he could be your extra employee at the boutique, I'll pay for it." He answered lightly.

"I can order a taxi online for a subscription." I'm still trying to resist.

"Here you go, Joe has it all set."

"Is it Mr Joe who gave you that crazy idea, sir?"

"Of course, who cares more about you than him" he said, then fell back to his back.

"That's because I'm the master's wife, so maybe she also wants to treat me the way she should treat her boss' wife." I try to express my thoughts.

He shrugged his shoulders with a throbbing lip.

Then I went back to lying on my back, drowsiness was attacking me from all directions, the spatter out there made the cool air feel the skin gently, she said, then these eyes closed just like that after the silence began to hit.

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This morning I woke up earlier, because of my deep and free sleep without his embrace, so I could wake up earlier than him.

When Mr. Arga and I went out of the room for breakfast, it turned out that Mr. Joe had arrived, he was already busy with files scattered on the middle room table while his eyes focused on reading at a glance every writing in the paper he held.

"Good morning, Joe," said Mr. Arga, buttoning his black shirt sleeve.

"Good morning, Boss."

"Come, let's have breakfast first, I'll help you later" Mr. Arga asked.

"All right." Then Mr. Joe followed us to the dinner table.

After breakfast, they introduced me to a man whose age might be the same age as Mr. Joe and Mr. Arga, who looked very neat, wearing a tight black shirt with loose cloth black pants, if you look at the appearance of a bodyguard, there is no grin painted on his face, flat, completely flat like no sign of life.

"Is he my driver?" I was a little hesitant to see the look on the male face in front of me.

"Yes" said Mr. Arga.

"His name is Bimo, he will be your driver and bodyguard."

"What's? I don't need a bodyguard." I replied.

"I don't need your opinion, nor do I accept rejection" said Mr. Arga.

Damn it my life, so from today on I'll be in the middle as long as I'm not with you, you mean that?

Anxiety has gnawed my whole soul, wanting to curse Mr. Arga right in front of his face until I was content to vent the anger that had accumulated as high as the Himalayas.

Finally I went back to the room, packed up some things I had to carry and immediately went back to work so as not to see the annoying man, before my sanity was lost.

Why do you always do things without asking for my approval first, why do you always just want to be alone anyway, do you think I'm a kid who needs a babysitter?

How would Riani and the boutique people react if I found out I had such a creepy driver and bodyguard, Mr. Arga, you really made my life more difficult and complicated.

All the way from the room to the house, I kept swearing at the crazy man, I would have contracted this crazy disease, even I could be crazier than him.

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