HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

childish

"Don't listen to papa's words just now" said Mr. Arga as I reached the room.

"All right." I passed to the bathroom to clean myself and changed my tight clothes with looser ones. Wearing this kind of stifling clothes would feel like suffocating, if not Mr. Arga who plays my husband, of course I would prefer berdaster, the national dress of the housewives.

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Tonight we not only had dinner together, but there was a papa sitting opposite me, his face always looked happy, the fine wrinkles on his face seemed to be wiped away by the radiance of a smile he gave every time.

"How was your honeymoon?" tanya papa opened the chat, because since the beginning of this meal we all just quietly lock the sound, just focus on devouring what is in front of us.

"Fun, Pa." Mr. Arga replied casually.

"Gee, good luck soon" continued papa.

"successfully? what's?" Mr. Arga raised his eyebrows while looking at Papa.

"Don't pretend you don't know, Arga. This papa is old, it's time to pet the grandson, papa" said papa.

"But we're not ready, Pa." Mr. Arga is a little upset.

"Father, we're working on it, so be patient." I tried to quiet this serious conversation.

"You should visit the doctor immediately to prepare for this pregnancy, you can't wait." The smile of this middle-aged man expanded.

"Pa," said Mr. Arga.

"Why? don't you want to make your dad happy, Ga!"

"It looks like this is all too soon, Pa."

"Faster than better, papa's age is half a century more, do you want if papa dies before he can feel the presence of grandchildren in this family?"

"Don't talk like that, Pa." Master Arga's face began to fret, it seemed like he was very confused between the wishes of the papa with his heart.

"We'll talk about everything, Pa. Papa doesn't have to worry," I said stroking the back of my father-in-law's hand.

I'm sorry your daughter-in-law, Pa. It seems like that wish will only be a dream, we will not be able to give grandchildren in this family. No, it's not us who can't, but me. I cannot bear to bear a child without the love between mother and father.

Your son doesn't love me, neither do I. Sooner or later, this marriage charade is coming to an end. I'm sorry, all my words are just to calm you down, Pa.

After a slightly awkward dinner due to unpleasant chatter, papa returned to his room, while I followed Mr. Arga's footsteps towards our own room.

"Sabrina," said Mr. Arga greeting me as I sat grabbing the phone by the bed.

"Yes, sir."

"Is there in your mind a desire to have a child with me?" ask Mr. Arga with a serious look.

"I don't know," I answered.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to conceive a child of the fruit of lust for a moment, I want to conceive a child of the fruit of true love" I looked up at the window of the room blankly.

I don't know what he really wants, but I'm determined to avoid the birth of a child from this family, if there is no love between us, it will torture my heart.

Of course, maybe I will survive this bland marriage, on the grounds that my son will need a father figure. I don't want to constantly live in a tiger enclosure, one day I want to be free.

"Well, if that's what you want, I won't force it." Mr. Arga passed me and sat on his favorite long sofa.

The face of the man was hard to guess, I just saw him so disappointed at the answer I gave, but the glimpse of the brown net showed an ordinary feeling. I don't know, let fate define this way of life.

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Tit ... Tit ... Ag ....

Alarm sounds woke me up, still at 5 a.m. Outside it was still dark, visible from the slightly opening gap of the curtains. The morning breeze that is still so cool enters through the air hole above the window, making this body more reluctant to get down from the soft mattress that warms.

I was getting used to it when I opened my eyes, there was a thick arm around my body, even I had gotten used to sleeping with Mr. Arga's breath near my back. He always slept by sticking his face on the nape of my neck.

"Don't go to work today, take a full day's rest" said Mr. Arga as I began to wriggle the stiff muscles of my body.

"But I want to go home to my father and mother, sir."

"I'll take you later in the afternoon, so just follow my orders," he continued, he still held on to the position of the face buried behind my back.

"All right, I'm gonna clean up, take a shower. Please let me go" I said, raising an arm hidden under my blanket.

"No way!"

"No way!"

You are like a child! My grunts in my heart.

"My body smells wry, sir. I beg you, let me take a shower first" I pleaded.

"No want! If you want to take a shower now, you have to take me!"

"Huh?" I can see hearing it.

"Hah heh heh heh, take me a bath."

"No, I'd rather sleep all day than take a shower with you" I said lightly.

"Good, I'd rather hold you to sleep all day than take a shower."

What was your dream last night, why is your behavior so strange.

"Let me go to the kitchen for a while, I'll take a drink" I said, looking for an excuse to stay away from him.

"Can't!"

"Well, I'm thirsty, so why?"

"I'll have the waiter come and bring you a drink, you'll be here." He grabbed his phone at the table near the bed.

I took a deep breath, annoyed. I just want to get up and leave this bed, uh not the bed, I mean leave this weird guy. Early in the morning like this she already looked spoiled to me, her attitude and words like a child, annoying.

A few minutes later someone knocked on my door, I tried to get up and escape from Mr. Arga.

"Here you go, you want to show your plump body to the waiter. Huh uh?" he said he pulled my hand back to bed. I even forgot that I was wearing a cloth-less shirt like this, thankfully Mr. Arga reminded.

"Okay, open the door" I replied.

With a lazy step, Mr. Arga walked towards the door of the room and opened it.

"Loh, papa," said Mr. Arga as he rubbed his eyes.

"You're awake, hehehe." Papa laughed a little when he saw Mr. Arga open the door wearing only white shorts and bare-chested.

"Why did papa deliver a drink?" asked Mr. Arga when he saw a tray filled with a glass of water in his papa's hand.

"Involuntarily, papa saw the waiter here, and then papa took over the tray."

"Papa doesn't have to bother, papa should just rest."

"Fathers want to exercise, run around the complex in the morning with you guys, come on!" take papa.

I who heard it from behind the door immediately jumped in excitement, I was finally able to breathe fresh air and escape from the clutches of this mad tiger.

"But, Sabrina's still asleep, Pa." Mr. Arga ngeles.

Just tell me you're lazy, sir.

"Papa heard him laugh just now, don't lie. Come on, papa wait below," said papa as he passed down the stairs.

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