HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Papa's request

"Hmm" said Mr. Arga softly as he closed his body to me. While I was just silent, enjoying his burly arms that barged in under the blanket hugged me.

"You awake?" he whispered softly in my ear.

"Yes, I've been up since" I replied without looking.

"You waiting for me?"

"Waiting for what?" I started to feel like he wanted to.

"Waiting me to wake up." He's getting his arms tight.

"No, I just don't want to leave this padded bed yet" I replied as I was, I actually still want to stare at his handsome face in the morning like this.

I moved my body, pretending to squirm so that the man slightly stretched his arms.

"You woke up something, Sabrina," said Mr. Arga turning my body to him.

"What?" I was surprised, seeing the eyes of the man who was already filled with his mischievous desires.

"Of course I woke up my gun that was fast asleep."

"Well, I don't understand, what do you mean?"

"Alright, I'll make you understand," he said immediately clutching my body in his arms, his lips began to trace my neck, occasionally he bit my ears mischievously.

"It's still morning, sir," I thrashed, trying to release the man's burly arms.

"Indeed, we'll have breakfast on this bed first." He kept tracing my body with his naughty lips, smelling every inch of skin he saw.

"We should get ready for--," my words came to a halt, he ferociously bit my lower lip gently, then took a sip of it affectionately.

I thrashed, put my hand on her chest, and tried to push her away. But my efforts have always been in vain, my strength just gone when this man started his mischievous act.

Finally I could only give up, enjoying every touch and gentle kiss she gave me. This morning, we enjoyed a special breakfast that did not satiate the stomach, but filled the desire.

After doing sports on the bed is tiring, I decided to immediately clean myself of what should be cleaned.

It was getting late, we packed up again, prepared to go back home. All the items that will be carried have been transported by a hotel maid, I just sit there waiting for everything to be ready in the car.

Fast, the driver drove the vehicle to where we first set foot yesterday in the country.

As we got out of the car, several waiters and flight attendants were neatly lined up to welcome our departure, all bowing respectfully as we walked past them.

I'm back on a private jet belonging to Mr. Arga that is so luxurious.

Ah, glad to be back home. I will finally be visiting my parents' house.

I could not hide my happiness, all the way I kept holding back smiles imagining the happy faces of my father and mother when we met.

Maybe we have just been apart for a few weeks, but this longing has even passed the normal level.

"Father is waiting for us at home" said Mr. Arga waking me up from daydreams.

"What's wrong?" manya curious.

"Certainly welcome our return."

"Ah, my father-in-law is indeed good," I said with a smile.

"Yes, he has always been the best parent for me" said Mr. Arga, suddenly closing his eyes and leaning against the passenger seat.

I glanced at him at a glance, although I did not know what truth he was hiding behind his hard heart, but I knew for sure if the problems he had faced were so heavy and difficult, it was like a nightmare every night he went through.

I don't know, I don't want to second-guess anything, and he won't share his story with me anyway. I knew that this marriage meant nothing to the man beside me, as hard as I can, I will close my heart tightly so as not to fall into the abyss of love that can kill myself slowly.

"Don't daydream, we'll be there soon" said Mr. Arga softly. I just nodded while preparing myself.

When the plane had set its wheels on the ground perfectly, I with Mr. Arga went down the small steps in tandem. Down there bang Bimo has stood gallantly, his face looks are creepy, stiff, but who would have thought that the driver is unique, funny even every word that comes from his mouth as if tickling.

We entered the car that had been prepared by bang Bimo, while the driver was still busy arranging our luggage in the trunk of the car.

"Are you ready, Mister, Miss?" ask Bang Bimo while sitting in the driver's seat. As for me and Mr. Arga sitting in a row of middle chairs.

"Already, Bang," I replied as bang Bimo peeked out from the rearview above his head.

Hearing my words, at once Mr. Arga turned his head ninety degrees staring at my face full of astonishment.

"Why do you see me like that?" my question is no less surprising, because the look on the man's face is like a person who had an impromptu heart attack.

He did not reply, turning his face towards the car window.

Is there something wrong with my words? why is this man such a surprise when I call bang Bimo. Ah, nevermind. He was always hard to guess.

I turned my face towards the window next to mine, looking at the crowded and crowded city streets, the careless drivers and non-compliance with the traffic rules, making the traffic jams all over the capital pile up, I'm used to seeing this view.

Indeed, the state of my city is very far from the country that I just left, not even a day I returned home, it feels like I miss wanting to return to vacation.

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After arriving home, we were greeted by my father-in-law with great enthusiasm, the middle-aged man hugged me first than his own son.

"Welcome home, son," said my father-in-law, smiling warmly at me, it felt like he was my real father. His gentle demeanor and the way he treated me as a son-in-law were very kind, as if I were his own biological child.

I smiled then kissed the back of the man's hand respectfully, he gently rubbed the tip of my head with his left hand.

"Why are you staying tonight?" ask Mr. Arga.

"Of course, papa really misses his son and daughter-in-law, so papa decided to stay here for a few days" said papa-in-law.

"Alright, Pa. Arga wants a short break, we will meet at dinner later," said Mr. Arga while climbing the stairs to the room.

"You should also rest, Sabrina. Take good care of your health, so that soon you can give grandchildren to your father."

Mr. Arga who had not reached the end of the stairs immediately coughed violently while holding his chest when he heard his papa say that to me.

"Alright, Pa. Sabrina wants to rest first," I said goodbye, I don't want to respond to the presence of a grandchild in this family, because that will never happen.

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