HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Dinners

"You've improved?" asked Mr. Arga as he entered the room while carrying a tray containing a bowl of noodles in his hand.

"Yes, I'm well, sir."

"Let's eat." He then sat down beside me.

"I can eat alone, I'm healthy" I said, grabbing a bowl in his hand.

"No, I'll bribe you."

"No need, sir, I can do it myself." I tried to resist, because I felt so well. The headache, dizziness, and the body that was shaking violently earlier had disappeared without rest.

"Alright, be careful, it's hot" said Mr. Arga as he thrust the bowl at me.

I then gobbled it up so greedily, my stomach has been thrashing with hunger from an hour ago, I don't know why I should bother to make noodles in a homemade manner, she said, while out there millions of types of instant noodles on the market.

"You're hungry, what's hungry?" asked Mr. Arga to look at me.

"both."

"Nake?"

"Do you want to try it, it's delicious, sir."

"No, I'm tired of eating noodles."

"Master doesn't like eating instant noodles?" ask me while scooping noodles.

"It's not a healthy food, it's a source of disease. I forbid all the cooks in this house from cooking anything that smells instant."

"I know, but this homemade noodle is also very tasty, better than instant noodles."

"Of course, the cook's cooking at this house never disappoints."

"Hm." I finished the noodles in front of me in just a matter of minutes.

"Joe will pick up your father and mother at exactly five in the afternoon, the commute from here to there takes almost two hours, so have your parents get ready at six o'clock exactly, because Hana's family will be coming at seven."

"Well, did you have lunch?" ask me attention snobs.

"I ate lunch with Dad. I got a little business, you're not going anywhere."

I nodded, staring at the man's back until it was invisible. I immediately looked for the flat object I had placed under the pillow, to inform my father and mother.

Of course my parents were very happy to hear the news that they were invited by the father of Mr. Arga, my father-in-law was already known by all businessmen in the country, it is very honorable to meet in person with a retired person who was once the number one richest businessman in the country.

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It's late at night, I dress up so pretty tonight, I don't want to lose to Miss Hana, I don't want to be a woman whose pride is trampled by fellow women.

I decided to wear a long black dress with no sleeves, matching the black tuxedo Mr. Arga wore tonight, deliberately I chose the same color, he said, because I wanted to show that we were compatible, even though in my little heart I wasn't too sure.

Mr. Arga looks very handsome with the tuxedo he wears, the bow tie adds a fashionable impression. From any side, the man was indeed very stunning, dazzling, there was no gap to see his flaws. Maybe it's just me, the woman who doesn't feel the thrill of love for him at all, just the feeling of excessive kagun that I feel.

"Miss, father and mother miss have arrived in the living room" Salimah said at the door.

"All right, I'll be right down."

After lingering at myself in front of the mirror, I got up from my chair to meet my father and mother, but Mr. Arga grabbed my arm and embraced me affectionately. I know, he's been watching me from his favorite couch.

"You're beautiful" she said gently, then kissed my lips a flash.

"Thank you, you're very handsome, sir." I smiled sweetly, expressing my admiration honestly.

"I'm already handsome from there, you just realized?"

"Here you go, I'd like to see my father and mother soon, sir." I try to avoid this kind of debate, it is inevitable that if he is handsome, I do not need to admit it many times.

Ah, it's funny. Even we are like couples who attend dance parties like in Korean dramas that I often watch when I was in High School.

We went down the stairs in friendly hands, all eyes were on us, not least Miss Hana who was standing there.

I walked in a carriage by Mr. Arga in front of everyone. My mom and dad looked so happy staring at us, Dad, too. Papa and mama Miss Hana also look to admire our affection.

Mr. Joe was next to my father and father-in-law, he just stood there unmoved, looking at me with a look that I couldn't really explain.

Only Miss Hana who put on a sour face and a view that does not like me, Miss Hana tonight looks so beautiful, she is wearing a red dress made from slippery, and she is not, the tight dress wrapped her slender body perfectly, her low cleavage like deliberately showing off her white and smooth twin mountain mounds.

Ah, I am even very envious of her spectacular appearance tonight, if only I could have the sideways body of Miss Hana, I would definitely be more attractive to Mr. Arga.

What the hell, why could I think of attracting the attention of Mr. Arga. Not want!

I tried to chase away my evil ideas, then greeted everyone in the living room who was waiting for me and Mr. Arga.

With his sweetest smile, master Arga greeted everyone while nodding respectfully, I followed him.

"A very compatible couple, papa is proud of you guys," said a bright smile looking at me.

I just smiled in response, then hugged my mother.

"Dad, mother, Saa misses you." I can't stand the feeling of stemming these tears, the longs that have been mounting, are now spilling over.

"Don't cry mother's pretty son" said the mother, kissing both of my cheeks. My father's soft hands rubbed my hair.

"Let's have dinner first, please," said papa, letting us all enter the dining room.

"Later Sabrina and her parents can chat more when the stomach is full," continued papa with a small laugh.

I let go of my mother's embrace and took her to the dining table, not even willing to let go of the tender hands that decades have warmly embraced me every day.

We all sat around the dining table, and tonight the table was full. Various food dishes are prepared by the mainstay chefs of this house, the family of Mr. Arga is indeed very good at entertaining guests.

On the sidelines of the dinner, there was a warm conversation between my father and my father-in-law, occasionally master Joe and lord Arga had his best friend, as did Alan's uncle, the father of Miss Hana.

Uncle Alan looked very friendly, polite and kind, as well as his wife, he was so cheap a smile. Very inversely proportional to Miss Hana. Tonight her beautiful appearance was not supported with a sweet attitude, she continued to show a face of dislike and anger at me.

"Sabrina, please bring me an apple," asked Mr. Arga gently. I immediately grabbed a piece of apple that was located a little far away, so I needed to stand up a little to grab it.

"This, my husband," I said in a slightly made-up voice. I did it on purpose, so that the attached mother over there would burn her heart even more.

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