HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Photographs both

"Sabrina!" Shouted Mr. Arga from inside the bathroom.

"Yes, sir." I replied in a loud voice from the direction of the bed.

"Don't yell at me, come quickly!"

Gawat, what the hell this guy wants, not satisfied what ate me all night.

"What's wrong?" ask me while sticking an ear on the door.

"Come in" he said, opening the door.

"No, sir, take a shower first" I replied, leaving him.

"You don't want me to take a walk?"

"Well, where?" ask me excitedly 45.

"Hahaha, secrets. If you want to go for a walk, then take a shower with me."

I know for sure it's just your wits, right, to get an extra breakfast ration, an old song!

"I'd rather spend time in my room than on the streets, sir," I said, looking for an excuse.

"Oh, so that last night was lacking?" He was still standing next to the bare-chested door.

"Not so, I mean--."

"Here you go, I won't do anything to you, I just want you to rub my back." He rushed in first.

"All right." I followed him in with careful steps, just in case he suddenly pounced on me, I could run away quickly.

He sat in the bath up behind me, he even took off his towel and didn't wear anything, I sat quietly rubbing his back slowly.

Almost every day, my pure and innocent eyes are tainted by your shameless behavior, sir.

Finally, this time I went into the bathroom with him, and came out of there still in full clothes, meaning I was really lucky not to be made breakfast by him.

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This afternoon Mr. Arga took me for a walk to visit Merlion Park, a large statue with a lion head and a fish body that has become the mascot of this Singaporean country, the name Merlion comes from the words mermaid and lion, which means mermaid and lion.

This park is open for 24 hours, to enter here is also free of charge alias, provided we always maintain cleanliness and order when visiting.

"May I take a picture against the background of the statue, sir?" ask me to Mr. Arga who was busy with his phone.

"Huh, tacky. Lest you have never seen such a statue," he said, glancing cynically.

"Indeed not yet, I just saw it on television."

"Well, you stand there, I'll take a picture of you" said Mr. Arga, pointing to the spot where I had to take a pose.

"Just use my phone, sir." I handed her my phone.

"Hah, cheap hp like this the results will be ugly, free to take pictures here but the results are bad," he mocked.

In this world there seems to be no one more right than you, sir. You are absolutely right with all your jokes.

"Alright, use your master's HP only," I said resignedly and walked up to the statue.

I posed repeatedly until my hands and feet felt sore, but Mr. Arga always said the results were ugly and told me to repeat each pose.

"It's okay if the results are bad, sir. Besides, I'm tired of constantly standing there, embarrassed to see people," I said as I sat next to his feet.

He did not answer, then went to meet a blonde man who was also busy photographing his partner.

He came back to me followed by the man.

"Stand up, let's take a photo together" he said, holding out his hand to make me stand up, then handing his phone to the blond man.

We posed together to take some pictures, I tried very hard to smile sincerely so that the photos are not ugly.

"It's just good" said Mr. Arga while showing me his phone screen.

Well, at least all my pictures were good, only you wouldn't admit it. This one you said was good because there was your face that was plastered real there. Mumamku annoyed.

I just nodded my head in agreement with his opinion, so that he would not protest again.

After getting tired of taking pictures and traveling, we decided to walk down the Singapore River using electric boats that are already available at this tourist spot.

We sat together at the front of the boat enjoying the view, while our ears focused on listening to the guide's explanation.

It was getting late in the afternoon, orange rays had filled some of the clear blue sky, indicating dusk was coming soon.

We decided to go back to the hotel to clean ourselves up after a full day of sightseeing. Somehow a feeling of happiness enveloped my heart, because all day, Mr. Arga has always been kind to me, he has not enslaved me too much.

"Later at the bar to meet someone" he said, wearing a white polo shirt.

"Who?" manya curious.

"Old friend."

"Oh, okay."

"You coming? I'll introduce you to him" he continued.

"No need, I'm in the room, rest."

"Alright, at 8pm I promised to meet him, get ready" he said as he walked to the long table reaching for his phone.

Whahuh? you seem deaf, sir. I told you I didn't want to come, why did you tell me to get ready at 8. Sucks.

"I'm not coming, sir." I repeat my words.

"I don't accept rejection for any reason." He replied with eyes focused on his phone screen.

It's free to talk to you, you're a good match for Mr. Joe, both walls!

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Finally I followed the wishes of Mr. Arga to take me to a bar, the location of this bar is still in the hotel we occupy, so there is no need to go far if you just want to find a new atmosphere if you are bored of staying in the room.

He walked ahead of me entering the bar, then picked a seat for us.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Whatever," I replied flatly.

"Once again you answer whatever, you think in this place there's food or drink by whatever name. Huh uh?" he grunted in annoyance.

"So angry, who persuaded me to come to this place anyway?" I didn't lose the rent with him.

"I'll get you a drink, wait here." He then left me to sit alone.

I glanced at the small clock in my hand, already fifteen minutes Mr. Arga said goodbye to take a drink but did not come back here.

Where the man is, take a drink for a long time. Mumamku annoyed.

I circled my eyes around the room, sure enough, this place was filled with well-dressed people, in suits and sexy-dressed women displaying all of their Spanish guitar-like curves, it seems that in this place I am the only one sitting lonely while clinginging to and fro looking for a male figure who invited me here but like lost in the swallow of the earth.

Meet me!

From a distance I saw the back of Mr. Arga who was standing in front of a long bar table with a beautiful woman in a charming white dress.

It could have been that man with another woman, whereas I was frowned upon just like that, annoying!

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