HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

I'm not jealous

I wanted to go to them, but this courage seemed to shrink when I saw clearly that the woman who was with Mr. Arga was much prettier than me, even my beauty was probably just the tip of her fingernails.

Clean white looks striking even though in a state of dim lights, her hair is straight waist-length black with a little reddish paint on the lower end, her white dress is so fitting wrapped slim body nan sex. He is like an angel of the night.

I watched them from a distance, as if they were chatting so coolly, that Mr. Arga forgot he had brought me here. The beautiful woman several times teased Mr. Arga, I saw him pinch the cheek of Mr. Arga several times with anxiety, while the man who was pinched could laugh out loud at the woman's chattering.

There was a feeling of disappointment when I saw this heartbreaking incident, even though we were married not because of love, at least I also wanted to be appreciated as a wife.

You invited me here just to see you joking with another woman, you mean, sir?

I'm not jealous, really.

But there is a feeling that is so hurt when it is not considered to exist, not cared for, even forgotten its existence.

When my breath was up and down holding his chest tight, I suddenly saw clearly the woman writhing around the neck of Mr. Arga so spoiled, Mr. Arga tried to shake his hand, but finally he lost and chose to surrender near the sexy woman.

Although I did not hear anything they were talking about, but already seen a glimpse of the face of Mr. Arga who was so part of chatting with the woman.

What am I here for?

Watching my husband's romantic scene with the bar lady? I'd better get out of this place before my emotions get into the crown.

I then stood up roughly and pulled my bag, moving my feet quickly away from the pair of humans who seemed to be getting drunk on romance. Laughing in public places, such as not being ashamed.

Fortunately, the key to the room was placed in my bag, so I could immediately return to the room without waiting for Mr. Arga to finish with his business with the woman.

Feelings of annoyance, disappointment, anger, all mixed into one filled the chest. It could be that Mr. Arga was joking with other women while I was frowned to sit alone like a missing person, where the brain of the man was.

I locked the room door, then headed for the mini kitchen, opened a freezer and picked up a few slices of bread and pineapple jam that were already available, I brewed a glass of warm milk jumbo. Maybe if my stomach is full, my irritation will disappear.

If after coming home from this place then my weight scales shift to the right, then you're in charge, Mr. Arga. It's all your fault, I have to eat a lot to get rid of the anxiety of my heart because of you. Anyway it's your fault!

I slammed the remaining half of the bread with emotion, it seems that Mr. Arga also managed to eliminate my appetite. Damn me for believing too much in that man, it turns out he even has a mistress in other parts of the country, not just Miss Hana.

I returned to the bed room with a glass of warm milk that I had not tasted at all, and placed it on the table by the window-side sofa.

I threw my body violently on the bed, adjusting my breathing pattern to stabilize. I do not want to have hypertension in my age is very young, especially just because of thinking about a husband who does not know himself.

Ting ... Ting ... Ting ...

The sound of the room bell rang very loudly, I approached the door, peering at the available door hole to see who was standing there.

Ah, it turns out Mr. Arga, let him stand there all night.

I went back to bed, letting the man wait at the door.

Ting ... Ting ... Ting ....

The sound of the bell kept being pressed incessantly, I immediately covered my ears with a pillow.

Sukurins! just sleep outside, I won't open the door for you. My meaning in my heart.

A few minutes later the bell stopped being pressed, maybe Mr. Arga had given up and chose to leave this place, maybe he would rent his own room or sleep on the sidewalk, I don't care. It hurts my heart already.

Wouldn't Mr Arga go back to the bar lady, then sleep in the room with her?

My mind immediately felt something wrong, I jumped to pick the key and opened the door nervously.

Chequek!

I saw Mr. Arga leaning against the chair by the door while closing his eyes.

You must be very tired after having sex with your bar lady, sir.

I closed the door again without locking it, then went back to bed and buried my entire body under the blanket.

A few minutes later I heard Mr. Arga come into the room and close the door quietly. Then he sat down at the end of the bed.

"You're asleep?" tanyakanya. I just kept pretending to be deaf.

Huh, you looking for me? it's obvious you're cool with that woman, why are you looking for me again?

"You don't pretend to be asleep, Sabrina. I know you hear me." He tried to pull the blanket that covered my head, but I held it.

"Why are you going, answer me!" He raised his voice.

I should be the one who's angry, why are you the one who's angry anyway.

"I'm sleepy" I said sewot.

"The reason, the proof until now you still haven't slept."

"So sleepy, it's not anymore" I continued.

"Tell me, why did you just leave, I got tired of looking for you, troublesome!"

"Why is your master looking for me? isn't that bar lady ready to accompany you there?" ask me to open a little blanket that covers my face.

"Woman bar? who?"

I opened the whole blanket that covered my body, then sat down to stare at the plain face of Mr. Arga this time.

"A sexy white dress that's tangled in your neck, sir. Have you lost your memory?" I looked at the two brown male neutrals with a serious look, only this time did I dare to do so.

But the man I was accused of playing behind me laughed out loud in front of me after hearing what I just said, even holding his stomach from laughing too hard.

"You jealous?" He asked then continued his crisp laughter as if it had no sin.

"Whoever is jealous, I am not jealous!" I cut myself, threw away my face.

"Your face has turned red, just admit that you are jealous," he said, still holding his belly while rubbing the watery ends of his eyes.

"Stop that innocent laugh, sir. I'm not jealous!"

"Then why are you so angry that you left the bar without saying goodbye to me?"

"I'm just upset!"

"Obsolute? because I saw me with that beautiful woman?"

"No!"

"Then why? tell me." He sat down to approach me.

"Who is that woman, sir?" I ventured to ask, it was crowded chest filled with suspicion that is not necessarily the truth.

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