HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Hair, Unique!

Honestly speaking, I felt very ashamed at Mr. Arga's sudden attitude of kissing me without warning in front of all my boutique employees, including Riani, he stood gawking at this hot scene that was being shown for free. Even I almost lost my breath because of his fierce kiss.

"Aww." Shouted Mr. Arga, I deliberately pinched his waist so that he would let go of his kiss.

"Why did you come here?" tanyaku slowly while trying to pull his burly arm away from the people, yet he remained standing in place, not moving at all.

"Why can't I come visit my wife?" He asked back in a voice that raised his volume, of course he deliberately spoke like that for my employees to hear it.

"That's not what I mean, sir," I still tried to whisper.

"You didn't tell them I was your husband?"

"Let's talk about this in my room, sir. Come on," I said while tugging at him.

"Here you go, let's introduce your handsome husband to them."

You've been poisoned to the point of acting like this anyway, please don't mess up my life any further, sir.

I just kept quiet, my face may already look like a boiled crab at this time, already holding the shame of sipping a hot kiss from Mr. Arga, now he instead asked to be introduced to my employees.

They all looked at me with curious gazes, because no one knew of my marriage, and then suddenly came a crazy man landing a hot kiss without shame, they must have been so confused to see all this.

I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, I stared fixedly at this handsome manic brown before me.

"Alright, this is my husband, Mr. Arga." I spread my gaze across the room, staring one at a time at my friends and employees.

"So much better" said Mr. Arga, then kissed me back on the lips.

"Let's go to my room" asked me while holding her hand.

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Upstairs, I invited her to sit together on a long sofa while giving a treat of mineral water in a glass.

"Why didn't you tell those people you were married?" He started the conversation with a slightly upset tone.

"I haven't said it yet" I said.

"Are you ashamed to have a husband like me?"

"Eh, no, sir."

"Then, are you afraid that those people will complain to your lover? don't you have a mistress."

"Well, what do I have a mistress for."

"Yes, who knows."

"Why did you come here, if there is a need, you should be able to contact me first" I said, leaning back.

"I don't need to ask your permission to come here."

"All right, it's up to you, sir."

"We're going to Singapore tomorrow, pack your things, we're going home right now!"

"What's? why all of a sudden, didn't you say next week?" I was a little surprised.

"Tomorrow, don't argue!"

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know you're the right one, the indisputable.

I lazily stood up and took my bag and some of my belongings, and went to follow the will of this man.

He held my hand gently as he descended the stairs, all eyes still looking at me full of wonder, no matter what was on their minds about me at this moment, I was already indifferent.

"Sir wait for me outside, I want to talk to Riani for a moment" I told Mr. Arga.

"Oh, this talkative employee of yours is called Riani, fire him!" replied master Arga while glancing cynically at Riani, then passed away.

"Oh my God, Sabrina. I almost had a heart attack because of that man," said Riani clasping my hands, her palms so cold and sweaty, she must have been very frightened to see the emotional Mr. Arga before I went down earlier.

"I'm sorry, Ni, I just told you all this from the beginning, he's my husband" I said.

"It's okay, Sa. I'm just surprised, all of a sudden he came in without permission and wanted to see you, he didn't ask politely, so I thought he was a stranger."

"I'm sorry, you take care of the boutique for a few days, I'm going to Singapore tomorrow."

"Ha, seriously, to singapore?"

"Yes, I'll give you a gift later, as long as you take care of my boutique properly" I said with a smile.

"Ready, leave everything to me."

"When bang Bimo arrives, tell him that Mr. Arga has picked me home, let him follow" Riani nodded.

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"Master came here alone?" ask me when we get in the car.

"Of course, you're looking for Joe?"

"No, what am I looking for" I replied, staring out the windshield.

"Then where's Bimo?"

"I told him to buy chicken noodles for lunch, I've left a message to Riani to tell her that you've already picked me home ."

Mr. Arga just nodded his head slowly, his eyes focused on the crowded streets of passing vehicles.

After I got home, I picked out a few sets of clothes that I was going to bring, as well as preparing the clothes belonging to Mr. Arga.

"Bring your lingerie black" said Mr. Arga, handing me a large suitcase.

"For what?" many wonder. As important as that is to the point that I have to bring lingerie with her favorite color.

"I'm not opening a question and answer session, so don't ask, because I won't answer."

I was reluctant to respond to his subscription sickness, if he had already launched his flagship moves, I would never have won an argument with him.

After arranging all the items that we had to carry in preparation for the next few days, I saw Mr. Arga sitting leaning on his favorite sofa.

"Are you usually drunk on travel?" asked Mr. Arga as I sat my shoulder on the edge of the bed.

"No" I answered briefly.

"Have you ever been on a plane?"

"Not yet."

"Huh, shithole!"

Whahuh? you ask just to mock me, you really like to piss me off or look for me, annoying.

"Come here" said Mr. Arga, waving my hand to draw near.

"What's wrong?"

"Hm." He just nodded, not answering.

I dragged my heavy feet to fulfill the call of the king.

"Sit here" he said, patting the sofa beside him. I followed without saying anything.

"Why is your hair ugly like this?" He held my hair with his fingertips.

"It's not ugly, sir. But unique," I replied origin, but it's true, curly hair like this is unique, not all women have it.

"Hahaha, this is ugly, not unique." She laughed as she rolled my hair with her index finger.

"Normally women love straight hair, as most of them come to the salon to straighten wavy or curly ugly hair like this one of yours." He said it uncensored, completely heartless.

"I like my hair, it doesn't have to be like someone else's, because what God gives you is definitely the best" I said.

"Is that so?"

"Of course, I want to be myself, what do I straighten my hair for, to make others happy? Hahaha, I'm not that kind of person, sir." I clearly explained my reason.

Mr. Arga did not argue, he just nodded his head, his finger still continued to roll my hair many times.

Just be careful if my hair falls out or gets tangled, you have to be responsible for combing it. Mumamku annoyed.

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