HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Wretched?

At once the eyes of Miss Hana who initially focused on food on her plate, now immediately turned to look at me like an eagle hunting its prey.

I don't understand what kind of relationship is between Mr. Arga and Ms. Hana, but it seems that Miss Hana has such strong feelings for Mr. Arga. The eyes of admiration and love were very clear, but I could not guess with certainty how Mr. Arga felt about him.

After the meal was over, we all sat down to enjoy snacks and drinks in the living room while chatting. I sat beside my mother, far away from Mr. Arga, but Miss Hana was so looking for the attention of my father-in-law and Mr. Arga. How tenacious!

"May I come here often if I'm not working, Uncle?" ask Miss Hana suddenly to my father-in-law.

"How, Arga?" Papa asked Mr. Arga, because the owner of this house is Mr. Arga.

"Please, the door is always open for you, Hana."

"really?" miss Hana said while embracing Mr. Arga's arm, she smiled so sweetly while looking at the brown-brown netra of the man. I saw it from a distance, my blood was boiling.

"Yes, you can be good friends with my wife" said Mr. Arga chimed in, but he did not try to remove the snake woman's naughty hands from her arms, like she likes to be treated like that by Miss Hana.

"Ah, thank you very much, Arga. I would be so happy to have a new best friend" continued Miss Hana while smiling sinisterly glancing at me.

Odd basic, can-can hold the husband of a person without shame, odd really in petihara!

The same man, in the grip also even pervades, it is equally odd. It sucks!

Instead of me constantly seeing the romeo and juliet shooting scene, I chose to invite mom to come into my room, I want to let go of this incredible longing. If I just sit looking at Miss Hana who is possessed, I could have hypertension.

"Are you happy, son?" mother stroked my hair as we sat together on the sofa.

"Sabrina is happy, Mom. Didn't you see for yourself that Mr. Arga was so kind to Sabrina."

"Yes, I saw it. Do you love each other?"

"Why do you ask like that?"

"It's two months before your marriage, I hope all this really makes you happy, son." Mother shed tears.

"Sabrina's happy, Mom." I rubbed my mother's cheeks gently.

"Please promise me, don't force your heart if it's not ready. That love grows out of habit, hopefully if you get used to being together, that love will soon grow to fill the space of your heart" continued the mother.

"Sabrina will try, Mom." I hugged the woman before me, the woman who had held me for nine months and cared for me with great affection.

"Will you stay here?"

"No, I have to go home, son."

"Why, Mom?"

"It's not good with your husband and in-laws, they've been so good looking after you, I don't want to bother you anymore" she replied.

"But Sabrina still misses you so much."

"When you can invite your husband to visit home, I'll be very happy if you're willing to stay another night" she said with a smile.

"Alright, I'll discuss this with Mr. Arga."

The day was getting late, I took my mother to the living room, and drove my father and mother to the front of the house. It felt so fast that time passed, even though we had been together for hours, but it had not sufficiently treated my miss.

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Mr. Arga and I chose to go back to the room, resting the tired body. Papa still chooses to watch television.

"Don't sleep too late, Pa," I said as I passed into the room following Mr. Arga's footsteps.

"Good, Son. Just a few hours, hehehe."

In the room, I immediately took off the dress that wrapped my body tightly, it felt sultry. Then choose to wash my face and wash my hands and feet before going to bed.

While Mr. Arga has taken off all his clothes and throw them in any place, leaving only black shorts.

I, who saw clothes strewn on the floor, chose to clean everything up first before getting into bed.

When I want to put Mr. Arga's clothes in a dirty basket, I smell a perfume different from what I used to smell, the aroma really belongs to a woman, typical fragrant flowers.

I threw the clothes roughly into the dirty basket, then went up on the bed, turned my back on the sleeping Mr. Arga, his hands placed under his head.

Really I felt so sick seeing that face, how not, he blatantly accepted the seduction of another woman while his wife sat looking at him. Is this man's conscience dead?

I couldn't even sleep thinking about my fate which was so alarming. There was a sense of tightness stuck in my chest, it felt so painful, it even made it difficult for me to breathe.

Not noticeably, clear droplets flowed slowly from the end of my eyes. I was really confused by what hit me, I didn't love this man in the least, but why every time I saw him with another woman made me feel pain in my heart, a feeling I've never felt before, my jealousy?

"You okay?" asked Mr. Arga to hold my shoulder, maybe he was disturbed because I sobbed long enough to hold this cry.

"No." I wiped my tears, but not wanting to turn my back on him, my heart still stinged.

"You crying?"

I nodded, refusing to answer.

"Don't lie, I know you're crying. What makes you sad?" He still gently rubbed my shoulder.

"It's okay."

You're either stupid or you're just pretending to be stupid. Don't you feel like you've hurt my feelings?

"Tell me if you have a problem" continued Mr. Arga.

I shook my head again, the feeling of tightness in my chest felt increasingly suffocating every time I heard the words coming out of his mouth

"Come here." said Mr. Arga immediately turned my body to face him, he tried to immerse my face in his chest, I could not resist this embrace.

"Say, what's wrong? do you still miss your mom and dad?" He asked again while gently stroking my hair.

I nodded, I still miss them so much, but that's not what made me cry.

"Next week we will visit there, now sleep," continued Mr. Arga.

She still hugged me tightly, the smell of her body was not as good as usual, this fragrance was already mixed with the scent of the snake woman's perfume. I hate her!

"I'm on my own, sir," I said trying to escape.

"Why?" He looked at me with a curious face.

"It's okay, I'm trying to sleep on that couch." I pointed to the long sofa of our favorite place by the window.

"Well, if it'll calm you down." He let go of his embrace, I immediately got up and walked unsteadily towards the sofa.

At least I don't smell another woman's scent on you, sir. I wouldn't be strong if last night was full of sleep next to you.

Finally I can fall asleep soundly on this long sofa, it feels more comfortable if away from Mr. Arga for a while.

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