HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)
I'm a drop-in grandma
After shopping for so many souvenirs, we continued our evening walk just by sitting on the empty benches available along Orchard Road.
Lots of visitors passing by on the street, carrying some bags from famous and expensive brands, of course they have just spent their money in this place.
On Orchard Road, shopping, food, entertainment, spa, and even fitness are all available along the way. For the foreign tourists who come to visit this country, they will definitely not miss shopping and visiting this place. Orchard Road is the center of luxury shopping in the country.
"Master," I said seeing Mr. Arga busy with his cell phone.
"What's wrong? why are you so happy to call me,"
"There's nothing, I'll just call, make sure that your hearing is still normal" I said, smiling contemptuously. Since I had already talked a lot about asking about this place, the person beside me was silent while staring at the focus of his phone screen, I thought his hearing was being interrupted.
"What did you say? you think I'm deaf?"
"I'll make sure to talk, sir, but you're quiet, I think so."
"That's what?"
"Yes, as you said, if I thought you were deaf all of a sudden." I grinned at her.
"How dare you!" He said and then launched an attack on my forehead.
"Why is my brow centile master? it hurts!"
"Let's know the taste!"
"Evil! let's go back," I said immediately as I stood up while rubbing my forehead with my right palm.
"Where to go back?" tanyanya did not know.
"To the hotel, where possible to the funeral," I replied annoyed.
"I told you, you can ask for anything as long as you're being nice to me, not an hour ago I said it, you're like a possessed grandmother. I won't let you go home to your parents."
Lothawat! it could be that my mouth is losing control, even though I have promised to be sweet to this mad tiger.
"Eh, I'm sorry, sir," I smiled and sat down next to him.
"Well, you can apologize to me after saying something." He glanced at me cynically.
"I'm sorry my mouth doesn't have this brake, sir."
"You want me to forgive you?"
"Of course." I smiled as sweetly as possible, if my sweetest smile was always shown to him, he could be affected by diabetes.
"From now on, don't argue with me!"
"Hmm, okay." I resigned, in order to visit my father and mother.
After a heated debate, we decided to immediately return to the hotel, the day was getting late, the crowd on the side of the road had already started to disperse, some shops have begun to empty out visitors and are preparing to close.
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After arriving in the room, I immediately went to the bathroom to wash my face, I am not the type of person who likes to wear makeup on my face too long, it feels very disturbing, it is very disturbing, even though it all can improve my appearance.
I took off the dress I was wearing and replaced it with white lingerie, lace and small pearls in some parts to make this lingerie look very good, unfortunately these clothes are only for sleeping wear, but this dress is, although the design is sometimes very luxurious.
"Make me milk, Sabrina." Mr. Arga's voice was heard from behind the locker room door.
Without answering anything, I rushed towards the kitchen as soon as possible, before the man repeated his orders.
After the milk I made was ready, I put it on the table by the bed, so that Mr. Arga could drink it while he slept. But apparently, he was still busy in the bathroom, he always took a shower every time he came home from anywhere, no matter what time of day.
I immediately laid my body on the bed, my body was indeed very tired, but my heart was very happy to spend time walking around enjoying this country, even with the most annoying person on the face of this earth. I immediately grabbed my phone, told my father and mother that I was in Singapore and would be home soon to see them.
"What's up, Mister?" I was surprised to see him vomit in the bathroom sink.
"You want to poison me?"
"Sa, why me?"
"Are you tired of living to the point of making me stale milk like that, huh?" he said while wiping his mouth with a tissue.
"The milk I made is still fresh, still warm, sir." My body trembled to see it.
"really? drink this!" he said while offering a glass filled with milk that only half remained.
I grabbed the glass and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, this milk is already foaming and smells very sour. My memory was immediately drawn to a glass of milk last night that I forgot to drink.
"Did you take this milk on that table?" I said as I pointed at the table near the long sofa.
"Of course, where else," he replied annoyedly.
"This, milk yesterday. The milk I just made, I put it on the table by the bed. Hehehe," I said with a guiltless laugh.
"I'm sorry, sir." I immediately took out a new glass of milk and placed it in front of Mr. Arga.
You're smart but you're stupid, sir. Though it is clear that this stale milk is cold, and the surface is foamy, why did you drink it without asking me first, from a distance it has already smelled a pungent smell.
Mr. Arga then gulped down a glass of milk in front of him with no waste, I hope this man is okay, what will happen if he gets poisoned to death, I could be the prime suspect in an attempted murder case. Just imagining it is already a concern.
I walked back to the bed, leaving her to sit alone. I have to rest, because tomorrow I have to go back home, I have to be in good health and when I meet my parents, they cannot know the bad things that have happened to me all this time, all they have to know is, I'm happy with this marriage.
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Cool air has entered the air ventilation holes of this room, the piercing sunlight enters the glass gap that the curtains reveal, permeating its warmth through the pores of the skin that is touched softly, softly, to wake me up from a dream that I held all night.
I turned my face to the handsome figure beside me, the pores of the skin of the male face is very small, even invisible, so it displays a smooth face and looks fresh even while sleeping. His thin mustache is like adding to that handsome face decoration, at least increasing his good looks by about 20%. Then do not forget the jambangnya, thin and smooth hair is so well maintained, adorn the bottom of the chin and spread to the cheek area.
Ah so charming. In my heart I was amazed.
I wanted to touch it, it felt like the hairs were waving like I wanted to touch. But what is the power, when the magnetic attraction of the jamb seemed to pull me closer, suddenly the beautiful eyes of the owner blinked will soon open.
I undo my mischievous intentions and turn around to back him. Of course, I don't like it when I look at it excessively. How embarrassing!
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