HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

White rose

Food was ready to fill the table this morning, I sat opposite Mr. Arga, while papa sat in the main seat that is usually occupied by Mr. Arga.

"Sometimes, invite Sabrina to visit papa's house, Ga," said papa.

"Yes, Pa. Next time Arga is not busy" replied Mr. Arga.

"Oh yeah, tonight papa invited Alan's family to come to dinner with us," he continued.

"What?" Mr. Arga was surprised, looking at his papa with a dislike look.

"Why? aren't they our family too?"

"But, why didn't papa negotiate with me first, not immediately decide to invite them?"

"Then what's the problem, Arga. Isn't your friendship with Hana okay too?"

Hannah? is Miss Hana what Papa meant? is the Alan family you mean Miss Hana's?

I do not want to ask this to papa or Mr. Arga, let me later also know in the end. I was just a little curious, why did the look on Mr. Arga's face look so unhappy when papa said that.

"Sabrina and I are going to Sabrina's parents' house, it looks like we can't have dinner here" Arga said.

"What's wrong? why so suddenly?"

"Sabrina misses her family, Pa."

"What if we invite all of us to dinner here, papa also wants to meet with besan papa," said papa hope.

"No need, we'll just come visit them." Mr. Arga is still trying to resist.

Papa's tears instantly changed, his face looked so disappointed, he let out a long sigh then looked at me, our eyes colliding. I saw those eyes full of disappointment, I really did not have the heart.

A few minutes later, he got up, and his appetite was gone. I don't know what he's feeling right now, but I'm also confused, why Mr. Arga refused papa's dinner.

While Mr. Arga was just silent, staring at the back of his papa who walked away, his face was also lethargic, but did not want to stop his papa to leave.

"Pa," I said as papa's right foot was climbing the bottom of the stairs.

"Sabrina won't go to my mom and dad's house, let them come and visit" I continued.

"really?" Papa stopped his steps and looked at me.

"Yes, Sabrina's gonna call me so they can come tonight, papa don't worry."

"Sabrina" said Mr. Arga slowly.

"It's okay" I said, looking at Mr. Arga, I knew exactly what he was going to say.

Finally my dad came back to us and hugged me.

"Thank you, son." Papa stroked my head.

We finally continued this delayed breakfast. It's just, tumben once I don't see Mr. Joe's nose at all, usually every morning he always comes to breakfast with us, I don't know.

After breakfast, I went back into the room, Mr. Arga asked me to follow him.

"Are you really okay if we don't visit your parents' house?" asked Mr. Arga sitting on his favorite sofa while staring out the window.

"It's okay. If you really want to see my parents, I'll call them."

"Well, Joe's going to pick them up, you just have to say they have to get ready before Joe arrives."

"All right," I answered and grabbed my smart phone that I put in front of the dresser, I immediately contacted my mom and dad to convey my point.

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It's getting late, I'm tired of just sitting in my room, playing cell phones, rolling there and rolling here. While Mr. Arga is also busy in his study, even though he does not come to the office, he always monitors all the work of his employees at home.

Finally I decided to go to the kitchen, want to make my favorite drink, warm chocolate.

"I want to make a warm chocolate, can you show me where the brown packet is, I've been looking for it" I continued, because I was confused which part to look for, which part, too many boxes contain beverage powders of various flavors.

"Miss just wait, let the waiter make it," said Salimah smiling.

"Alright, I'll wait in the usual side garden, yeah." I left Salimah for the side garden.

I was so surprised, when this side garden was filled with a collection of beautiful roses, all these rose plants bloomed with flowers that were quite large. I counted them all, there were almost twenty pots of roses arranged in such a way, most of these roses were white, beautiful.

I plucked a single stalk of white rose that was the largest flower size, indeed the white rose did not have the smell of a red or pink rose, but I really liked this color.

Who planted so many roses? Ah, I really have to thank him, I will be more at home if it linger here.

Is it Mr Joe who did all this? why would he bother to plant this many roses? if not him, who else?

I kept guessing, a feeling of pleasure and curiosity enveloped my heart simultaneously, of course I felt that Mr. Joe always paid excessive attention to me.

I don't know what the purpose is, but I think she's kind to me because I'm the wife of Mr. Arga, who is none other than her boss. Maybe so.

"Ah, it turns out that lady loves roses, Yes," Salimah said as she watched me smell a white rose while sitting on a wooden chair.

"This is my favorite flower, Salimah." I smiled welcoming the cup of warm chocolate she gave me.

"Why a coincidence, Mr. Joe bought a tub full of roses, and it turns out that she also loves roses." Salimah sat beside me.

"Did Mr Joe plant all these flowers?" manya curious.

"Yes, when Miss and Mr. Arga went on vacation, Mr. Joe bought it, then asked some servants to help him plant everything here" Salimah said.

My guess is right, Mr. Joe bought this many roses. Only she knows my favorite flowers. Then why is he doing all this?

"Miss," said Salimah to my surprise.

"Eh, sorry, I'm daydreaming, hehehe."

"So the big lord said, he would invite the lady to swim with Mr. Arga as well, after this the lady was waiting in the back pool."

"All right."

"I'll excuse you, Miss." Salimah stood up and left with an empty tray leaving me.

My heart is filled with curiosity with the attitude of Mr. Joe, does Mr. Arga also know about the rose plants that are here?

I don't know, maybe it's just Mr. Joe and God who know what the purpose of his kindness is to me. I'm just grateful, there are still good people who pay attention to me even though I'm not a special person in this place.

At least, there was a slight burden that started to feel light on my shoulders.

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