HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Honeymoon part 1

"Good morning" said Mr. Arga, kissing my forehead.

Hah, what dream did I have last night, early in the morning like this she was already acting sweet.

"Good morning, sir." I got up and made my bed.

"Prepare, we'll be leaving soon" he continued.

"Alright, I take a shower first." I took the towel.

"We take a shower together, just to save time."

You little fleas, it turns out there's a shrimp behind the rock, early in the morning you're acting so sweet on me it turns out there's a desire.

"No need, I only need five minutes to take a shower, if we take a bath together, it will take hours and hours" I said annoyed while slamming the bathroom door.

The sound of laughter boomed behind the door of this bathroom, surely the perverted man laughed at me. Surely what was in the man's mind were just things about bathing together and sleeping together, annoying.

I quickly flushed all over my body, wearing soap with nimble, no-nonsense immediately I brushed my teeth, before the man got into a trance for waiting for me not to finish.

"Hey, kinky girl, open the door!" shouted Mr. Arga while banging on the door.

I quickly wrapped the towel around my body and opened the door, half running I headed to the dressing room, before this man in front of me asked for nothing.

Finally I was able to escape this morning, it was already visible from the wave that Mr. Arga was looking to pounce on me this morning, his eyes were always focused on scanning every curve of my body, several times he let out a long sigh as it calmed down the part of his body that was starting to stiffen.

"I'm waiting for you at the dinner table, sir," I shouted at the bathroom door, after picking up a set of clothes that he was going to wear this morning.

In the middle room, it was seen Mr. Joe sitting on his laptop while his fingers were dancing on the keyboard, it seemed like he was typing something.

"It's too early to be busy, sir," I said to him.

"Ah, no, just correcting some of the files that the boss will sign," he replied with a smiling look at me. I just nodded.

"You're leaving for Singapore this morning, miss?"

"Yes, Mr. Arga is advancing his schedule."

"Ah, right. Hope you have fun there," said Mr. Joe with a forced smile.

"Why don't you come with us, sir?"

"I have to handle the company as long as the boss is not around, after all I don't want to interfere with your honeymoon."

"Ah, this is just a walk, not a honeymoon." I'm thieving.

"Really, aren't you happy?" He knitted his two black eyebrows.

"Come on," I said, leaving him to the dinner table.

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This morning breakfast passed so quickly, because Mr. Arga looked so rushed to leave immediately.

A male servant helped carry our luggage from our room to the front porch. While bang Bimo was well dressed waiting for us next to the car.

On the way, we just kept quiet and did not greet each other, the streets still seemed to stretch, because the time had not shown at seven in the morning, where workers or students jostled to fill the city.

After arriving at an airstrip, we got out of the car to greet several flight attendants and two pilots.

This is not an international airport, as there is only one private jet parked here. My mind guessed.

Everyone who greeted us bowed their heads respectfully watching us walk into the plane, while bang Bimo dragged the suitcase following us.

Really, I was amazed to see the luxury of the inside of this plane, in here there are only a few rows of seats, so it can freely move or walk back and forth, the room still feels spacious, there is also a mini bar inside. Some of the flight attendants offered drinks and food very kindly and politely.

"This plane is smaller than any plane I've ever seen, but it's more luxurious." I spoke to myself, while Mr. Arga sat quietly beside me.

"Don't be kampungan, this plane is mine" he said bragging.

"Of course, where might I borrow it." He glanced at me cynically.

"Well, cool!" amazed say.

"Of course, I'm pretty cool that's where it is." Mr. Arga smiled obliquely.

Hah, who says you're cool, that's the plane, not you. You cocky!

My heart continues to be amazed, I have never even imagined boarding a private jet with complete facilities like this, my imagination just wants to take an economy class plane, it is enough to make me happy. But God willed otherwise, he gave me a chance to feel the luxury of life as it is today, only, I had to pay for it by being the wife of a crazy man like Mr. Arga.

If I hadn't married her, I would never have had a life like this, maybe working a lifetime couldn't have made me buy a private jet like Mr. Arga's, but my life would probably be better if I didn't marry her.

I kept daydreaming, looking out at the glass with a feeling of awe, how great is the power of God to create nature as beautiful as this. From up here I saw a vast expanse of green surfaces, seen towering mountains as if touching the sky, the blue of the sea was clearly drawn adding to my admiration for His creation.

"We'll be there soon" said Mr. Arga, waking me up from daydreams.

"Eh, yes," I answered briefly.

A few minutes later, we got off the plane and greeted several flight attendants with a stunning appearance, beautiful and graceful.

A car and a driver were waiting for us not far from the stairs. Someone brought us a suitcase and put it in the trunk of a car, and then he pretended to pass us politely.

"Where are we going?" I asked Mr. Arga, because he never explained our next destination.

"To the hotel, then to where else," he said in a slightly irritated tone.

"You said we were going on our honeymoon, shouldn't we be visiting tourist attractions, sir?"

"Do you not understand what it means to honeymoon?" He knitted his eyebrows at me.

"Honeymoon means a walk after marriage" I replied.

"Hahaha, you idiot!"

"What does the honeymoon look like?"

"Of course spend all day together in the room." He grins.

Whahuh? so you're taking me all the way from the other side of the world to get here just to stay in the room, you're crazy?

I pursed my lips while throwing my face, how could he take me so far just to accompany him to sleep all day, it's useless I was so happy, in fact this is not in accordance with my expectations.

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In just a few minutes, we had arrived at a large five-star hotel in a bustling city, from a distance it is clearly visible writing that is visible in the large and sturdy building "The Fullerton Hotel".

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