HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Honeymoon part 2

This hotel looks like a prehistoric building that is so magnificent. In front of the main entrance there is a high porch with a design of trophies and royal Arms emblem, making me more amazed to see.

Arriving at the hotel lobby, we were presented with a room that was so spacious and luxurious, all the facilities were very wow, difficult to describe.

After Mr. Arga made a reservation, we were escorted by the hotel staff to the room where we were staying.

Ah, like a dream in broad daylight I can stay in a hotel like this palace.

I pinched my own arm when I entered the room.

"Aww." I screamed small.

"Are you not sane? why did you pinch your own hand?" Mr. Arga glared at me.

"Hehehe, I'm just making sure it's not a dream, sir," I said a little embarrassed.

"Listen carefully, the wife of an Argadiansyah wijaya should not be kampungan and tacky, so try to be a woman who is a little classy, do not make me shy!" He pointed at my face with his index finger.

"All right," I said stepping back.

It's not that I'm a village, but if it wasn't for you, it would be impossible for me to come to a place like this. Maybe I should thank you a little bit about this.

I revealed a large golden curtain, there is a large and long swimming pool that stretches outside this glass window, even from here can be seen Singapore river, a small river of pride of Singaporeans, one of the favorite tourist attractions frequented by tourists, not far from here also seen Bay marina, one of the country's icons.

"You like it?" Mr. Arga asked as he hugged me from behind.

"This is so beautiful, everything is luxurious" I said.

"Of course, I booked the best room for us."

"Thank you for giving me a chance to enjoy all this, sir."

"Hm." He began to smell my hair, flick it to the side and trace my neck.

"You want me to teach you how to swim?"

"Ti, no. I'm scared, I'm traumatized."

"In front of you it is an infinity pool, a swimming pool with a length of 25 meters," he said while sticking his chin on my shoulder.

"Really, long, long" I said in amazement.

"Yes, this is my favorite hotel, besides the architecture I like, this place is also like history to me."

"History? did you ever come here with your girlfriend?" my many.

How dare I ask like that, Hahaha.

"No, the first time I came was ten years old, when my mom and dad were celebrating their wedding anniversary."

He let go of his embrace, then laid his body on the mattress, his tears changed instantly, there was a sense of longing and disappointment that was drawn there, he said, I don't know what really happened to this family of men before me, but I'm not brave enough to ask more.

"really? You miss coming here?" I asked while sitting next to him.

"I don't miss this place, I miss his memories" he said, closing his eyes.

The day is getting dusk, the night will soon greet, the humans will soon be rested from various kinds of busyness.

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When the day is getting darker, the beauty of this city is more amazing, lights with various colors decorate every corner of the city, high buildings in the distance look more beautiful radiating a variety of rays from each building. Supported by the sky so bright show the stars that look so clear, different from where we come from, there is a lot of pollution that fills the sky, while here the air is still clean.

"Let's go downstairs, I'm hungry" asked Mr. Arga.

"Well, I'll change my clothes." I hurried to open the suitcase and look for the evening dress I had prepared.

"You're beautiful if you wear a black dress like that" she said with a warm smile.

"Thank you."

You said I'm pretty for wearing this black dress, right? because this is your favorite color? if I wear something else, I'm not beautiful anymore.

Inside this hotel there are already several high-end restaurants with a lot of menu options, so we do not need to go all the way out looking for a place to fill the stomach.

"What do you want to eat?"

"There's no food up to."

"I eat as you order."

"All right,"

A few minutes later came some waiters carrying all sorts of food, to the point that the table in front of us was full and there was barely enough space to hold all this food.

Oh my God, who will eat this much food, I may fail the diet if Mr. Arga continues to bribe me with a lot of good food.

I gulped at the appetizing sight before me.

"You can eat as much as you can" said Mr. Arga.

"It's too much, sir. My stomach isn't big enough to hold this much food." I smiled wryly, just seeing that my stomach was full, especially if he asked me to spend it.

"From now on, you have to taste everything" he said, seizing the claw of a large lobster on a plate.

"Is this all free?" I asked before it was too late, still vividly recalling the incident when he told me to pay for dinner a few weeks ago with his version of the fee.

"Nothing is free in this world, you have to pay for it." She smiles.

Whahuh? guess right?

With what I have to pay for this much food, especially in a fancy restaurant like this, it could drain all my savings.

"Then I won't eat, I'm on a diet!" ketus.

"Hahaha, since you have refused my gift, then I will punish you."

What else does this crazy guy want, at home, in the boutique, here, he's always as good as he wants!

"Well, what's my fault, sir?" I complained annoyed.

"Here you go, eat fast, or I'll eat you!"

He began to look emotional, I better just obey his words, because at this time I am so far from home, if until he gets angry and suddenly leaves me in this place, he said, I could be a vagrant and not know the way home.

After finishing a few plates of food, he left me to pay to the cashier. I was so curious about the amount of money he spent to pay for all the food, it was possible that my income in the boutique for one month would not be enough to pay half the price.

"For you," he said as he offered a heart-shaped chocolate cake.

"Well, thank you, sir, it looks good." I grabbed him and took him with both hands.

We went back to the room with a belly that had been bloated because it was too greedy, but my stomach still left a place to eat cake that looks so funny and delicious.

I sat on the sofa enjoying the view of the lights glittering outside the glass window, while Mr. Arga was already busy holding his laptop.

Although on vacation, but the man never seemed to be far from his work, as the work was not a burden, but a hobby that produces.

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