HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Traumatizing

I returned to the room after being satisfied to see a collection of roses that bloomed beautifully, a cup of warm chocolate that Salimah brought had also been gulped out.

In the room, I saw Mr. Arga standing back and forth like a chicken about to lay eggs.

"Where have you been?" old Arga said when he saw me.

"Sa, I was in the side garden, sir."

"Papa's waiting in the back pond, I'm looking for you everywhere I can't see." He grunted annoyedly.

"Master first, I'll catch up."

"Hurry, five minutes late, I'll throw you back in that pool!" Threaten him while glaring at me.

I just kept quiet and didn't respond, and then looked for the cell phone I was staying on, waiting to hear from my mom and dad if they could come tonight.

"Sabrina!" mr. Arga went back into the room.

You are so impatient!

"What else, sir?"

"Let's go there now, no need to change swimsuits," he continued.

"I change my long pajamas" I replied.

"Whatever, just don't wear a swimsuit."

"Why indeed?" I asked.

"Are you not ashamed to show your body to Papa?"

"Eh, I forgot." I scratched my head that wasn't itchy.

Finally the man was waiting for me at the door, while I quickly changed my clothes in light blue long pajamas. I even like all the clothes that have been provided here, almost everything suits my taste.

After arriving in front of the swimming pool, for some reason suddenly my head throbbed, sick, dizzy. I immediately sat down beside the long chair on the side of the pool. My body was trembling, my hands were sweating coldly.

"You why?" asked Mr. Arga to see my paled face.

"I don't know" my lips trembled even though it was only to answer her question.

"Are you sick?" mr. Arga crouched down in front of me.

I shook my head, I didn't know what was going on with my body, my chest was rumbling, my heart was beating strongly. I held my chest, a little bit of pain.

Papa who had already thrown himself in the pool, chose to go up to see my condition.

"Sabrina why, Ga?" ask papa.

"No idea, Pa. He was healthy and well, but right up to the front of the pool here his face was pale" said Mr. Arga explained.

"Did she have any severe trauma or fear of swimming pools? you said he couldn't swim."

At once Mr. Arga gasped at papa's question. I also realized, it seems like my body's reaction was due to the trauma of drowning since Mr. Arga deliberately pushed me here.

Without answering anything, Mr. Arga then asked my body to sit on the long chair beside the pond, he raised both my legs so that I could have fun.

"Wait here, I'll get you a drink" said Mr. Arga passed.

While papa continued to look at me, the look on his face revealed a sense of worry for my condition.

"Are you afraid of swimming, son?" ask papa while sitting next to me

"Yes, Pa. It seems so," I replied softly, I tried hard to make a sound, but it felt stuck in the throat.

"You ever drown?"

"Once, a few times."

"Well, just sit here, you don't have to go swimming. Let Arga accompany papa," said papa with a smile.

Mr. Arga ran a little closer towards us while carrying a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

"Drink, calm yourself first" he said, propping the tip of the bottle that had been opened in front of my mouth. I sipped the water a few times, but apparently it did not make the shaking in my hands and my whole body improved.

"I'll take you to the room" continued Mr. Arga while helping me stand up.

My knees felt limp, like there were no more bones fused in my body. I don't know why it's this bad, but my fear of this pool is like it's been shrouding my soul.

"I'll carry you." Mr. Arga immediately carried my body in front of his chest without waiting for my approval.

He placed my body on the bed carefully, then pulled the blanket under my feet to cover my cold body, his hands stroking my hair slowly.

"Have you been like this since you drowned in the pool?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, I'm traumatized, I'm so scared."

"Once again, I'm sorry, it's all my fault" he said, looking down.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I didn't ask you from the beginning if you could swim or not." Mr. Arga took my hand.

"It's okay." I set my breath.

The cold sweat that flooded my body was getting less and less, the dizziness and pain in my head gradually disappeared. Miraculously, all that feeling disappeared instantly when I was away from the pool.

Perhaps true, this is what is called fear, trauma, or a kind of phobia. But before it wasn't this bad.

"Papa's company just swim, sir. I'm okay," I said.

"Papa's gonna be here any minute, I don't really like swimming."

I was silent, not responding. Sure enough, a few seconds after Mr. Arga closed his mouth, papa was already standing in front of the door looking at us.

"Do you need to contact Dr Budi?" ask Mr. Arga.

"No need, Pa. Now that it's getting better, Sabrina's fine." I answered.

"You sure?" said Mr. Arga while sticking the back of his hand on my forehead.

"Yes, I just need a little rest, nothing to worry about."

"Well, I'll leave you here alone, the waiter will deliver you a warm drink" said Mr. Arga

They left me alone in this room. I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't, I was hungry.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ....

The sound of the door was knocked, but I had time to get off the bed, Salimah had already opened the door itself.

"May I come in, Miss," asked Salimah for permission.

"Please, Salimah" I replied. Then salimah followed a waiter in carrying some kind of bread and cakes and warm tea.

"If you need anything, just say it."

"I'm hungry, Salimah."

"Miss just tell me what she wants to eat" asked Salimah.

"I'd love to eat instant noodles, do you have any?"

"It's a shame, Miss. In the rules of the menu in this house Mr. Arga does not allow all kinds of instant food, we the chefs cook it homemade," explained Salimah.

"Hmm, when I'd love to eat instant noodles, Salimah."

"Alright, the chef will make noodles for the lady, but now eat some of this bread so as not to get too hungry waiting for the cook to cook."

"You want to make noodles for me, homemade noodles?"

"Of course, Miss."

"Well, then I'll wait patiently for him, Salimah."

Great indeed, even the chef in this house can make his own noodles, even though there are so many types and brands of instant noodles that are delicious, easier and practical, and practical, no need to bother making it. It turned out that Mr. Arga was very attentive to his healthy life.

"I'm sorry, miss." said Salimah with a smile and hurried away.

I was indeed very lucky to be married by a wealthy man with luxurious living facilities, but there was always something lacking in my heart.

I'm not staying here because I enjoy all this luxury, I don't want to be treated like a queen, I don't like being treated like a maid.

I'm holding out for my family, my father's company is totally dependent on Mr. Arga, he's the biggest shareholder in my father's company, if just one step away from my family, it must have a big impact on our lives later. That's what my father said a week ago through my cell phone call, and made me a victim so that Mr. Arga still poured funding for my family business.

I wonder if my fate is not,

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*B*connected* ...