HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Snuggle

Finally I decided to go home earlier than usual, because it was not strong if linger in the boutique.

Upon reaching home, Salimah painstakingly compressed my forehead and massaged my head until I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, suddenly Mr. Arga was sitting on the edge of the bed stroking my hair.

"Honey, are you home?" I looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes, it was still day, visible from the sunlight coming in from the direction of the glass window, but Mr. Arga was already home.

"Yes, Salimah said you were sick, I went home to see your condition" he said, looking worried.

"I'm fine, maybe just catching a cold."

"I'll get a doctor to check on you" he continued.

"No need, I've been drinking the paracetamol Salimah gave me, soon my fever will go down." I convinced him.

"Well, if you want something, just say it."

"Emm, I want to eat chef-made noodles here" I grimaced.

"Eating noodles?" tanyakanya.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Now?"

"Of course, it won't be next year."

"Well, I'll have the waiter make you noodles" he said, then headed for the kitchen.

Somehow even though the pain in the lower part of my stomach and the slight dizziness in my head did not make me lose my appetite, already these few days I always eat more than usual day.

Almost half an hour after Mr. Arga left, he suddenly returned with a bowl of jumbo-sized noodles.

"A lot," I said as I looked at the large bowl on the tray.

"Let you be satisfied."

"But, this is too much."

"It's okay, if it doesn't run out, I'll spend it" he replied, taking off his black coat and hanging it by the door, and then rolling up the arm of his shirt and sitting next to me.

"Here, I'm a bribe" he said, taking over the bowl that was already in my hand.

"No need, take a shower, I can eat myself." I gently clasped his hand.

"Well, I'll take a shower for a while" he said, then headed straight for the bathroom.

"Oh yes, the shirt should not be put in a dirty basket, leave it here," I said, patting the mattress beside me.

"It's dirty, why?" He asked with a curious face.

"Just put it here, I'll put it in the basket myself" I said.

With a probing look, Mr. Arga finally kept his shirt out in front of me and placed it next to me.

When he came into the bathroom, I put the shirt around my neck, the seductive smell of his sweat and the smell of his perfume made me very happy, it's like a soothing therapeutic scent to me.

Instantly I devoured a whole bowl of jumbo noodles in front of me.

Feeling that Mr. Arga had finished the bath, I immediately put the shirt back on the bed, I was afraid that he was thinking that it was not because of my strange attitude.

Yeah, I've been pretty weird lately, I've been waiting for her to come home until midnight just to smell her sweaty scent, weird right?

Sometimes, when I get home from the boutique and I feel lonely, I secretly pick up a dirty shirt or even a dirty shirt that is already in the basket for me to kiss before taking it to the laundry room.

"Have you finished eating?" tanyanya while wearing a white polo shirt in front of me.

"It."

"You spent it all?" He was surprised by the gawking mouth seeing the large bowl empty springing up.

"Yes, why?"

"The big bowl of noodles is all gone? can your stomach hold that much food?"

"I'm spending it, I'm spending it."

"When I thought I was going to ask for a little bit of your leftovers, it was over." His face was a little disappointed.

"Why don't you tell me, if I knew I'd leave a little for you, Honey."

"Alright, I'll have the waiter make it again" I said as I got out of bed.

"No need, I don't want to." He walked to his favorite couch

Hah, is he snooping?

Why did his face turn so thin?

I decided to go up to her, for some reason she looks so cute and adorable this time. His face was bent with sexy lips that were slightly over.

"Don't be angry" I said sitting next to him.

"I'm not angry" he replied, staring out the glass window.

You said no anger, but look, your nostrils are flaky like that. Ah, it's funny.

"I'll make noodles for you" I said.

"No need, I just want to eat your leftovers."

"Well, I'll eat again and leave it for you, Honey"

"No need."

Look, you're adorable, sir. I would love to take a picture of your funny face right now and use it as my phone wallpaper.

"Alright, now don't be angry" I said, clasping his hand.

"I told you, I'm not angry." He slightly raised his tone while staring intently at me.

Not angry? But your face clearly shows that you're angry. Fucking weird. Look, now you're glaring at me.

"Alright, then I'm going to go watch TV." I let go of my grasp and stood up.

"Just go," He glared at me while glancing at me with the tail of his eyes.

"Yes, I'm leaving" I said flatly as I stepped little by little away from him. I glanced at him, he also glanced at me.

Come on, I know you don't want me to go, tell me quickly that you want me to accompany you here.

I walked towards the door slowly, actually I myself do not intend to go to the living room watching tv, I just want to find out if the Arga master is still as prestigious as it reveals that he needs me.

As I was already holding the doorknob, he suddenly stood up from the sofa and looked at me as he cleared his throat.

"What else is it?" my number is flat, but my heart is jumping for joy.

"Don't go, just here" he said.

"You told me to go yourself, now you're banning me." I pretended to be upset.

"I'm sorry." He walked over, then took my hand to sit back on the sofa.

When I want to throw my shoulder on the sofa, suddenly my stomach feels like in a stir, the esophagus feels full like something is pushing strongly to remove all the stomach contents.

I ran over the confusion while covering my mouth with both hands towards the bathroom.

"What's up, Sabrina?" Mr. Arga's face looked very panicked.

I stood in front of the bathroom toilet while taking out all my stuff. My mouth kept spewing out the food and drink I had swallowed, even the noodles I had just eaten came out.

Panicked and worried that Mr. Arga could not be hidden, he massaged the nape of my neck slowly, hoping that I would stop vomiting immediately.

After I felt relieved, Mr. Arga swept my body towards the bed, he helped me sit down while putting the pillow that was stacked behind my body. I sat leaning back with watery eyes and a very pale face.

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