HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Wind up

"I'll call Budi's doctor" said Mr. Arga as he reached for his phone on the nightstand.

"No need" I replied slowly.

Actually I've been looking for signs that I experienced on the internet some time ago, all the symptoms lead to pregnancy. But I still doubt, because to this day I still routinely consume the contraceptive pill.

"Why? are you afraid of the doctor?" asked Mr. Arga frowning.

"Little." I grimaced. Yeah, actually I was scared to see a doctor, because I was afraid of needles.

"It's okay, Budi's doctor is my family's doctor, he's very nice."

"But, I'm scared of being injected, Honey."

"Huh, are you scared of being injected?" Mr. Arga slightly held back the laughter.

"In the doctor's injection it hurts just for a little while, Sa. What if I was your doctor?" he continued while sitting next to me.

"Well, can you be a doctor?" I'm appalled.

"Yes, of course. I can inject you with this," she smiled cunningly as her index finger pointed towards the bottom of her stomach.

I glared at him, how could in a situation like this he even discuss something completely unrelated to what happened to me.

"So, you want me to call a real doctor or am I enough to be your personal doctor?"

"Hmm, I didn't choose both."

"Alright, it's up to you" he said, typing a message on his phone screen.

"Who did you call, Honey?"

"Relief," he answered flatly.

Why send a message, when he is in the room that is still in this house, you are a slacker.

"For what?"

"Call the chef who cooks noodles for you."

"Well, what's wrong?" I was confused by the man next to me.

"Here you go, shut up!"

Moments later Salimah came with a male chef who was probably older than me, standing with a sweaty face as his hands squeezed the tip of his white shirt.

"What did you put in the noodles I ordered?" Mr. Arga's question was like an arrow that shot straight at the target, right in the heart of the chef. His voice was so blaring that breaking the silence of the room, I who was leaning on the bed chose to approach Mr. Arga who was standing in front of Salimah and the chef.

"What's wrong, sir?" salimah asked intending to help his chef who was standing with trembling legs.

"Sabrina vomited after eating this chef's noodles" said Mr. Arga, pointing her index finger at the chef's face.

"I'm sorry, sir. But I cooked according to the recipe we used to use," replied the chef stammeringly, I saw his hands shaking violently.

"I'm fine, Honey," I said, hugging her right arm. I tried to calm this man down.

"It's okay how, you're throwing up so much. It must have been this chef deliberately mixing up something bad."

"Sa, I swear, sir. I don't do bad things in this house, for God's sake I don't do that" the chef said.

"Calm down, I didn't throw up because I ate that noodle." I was still trying to shake his arm so that Mr. Arga's eyes wouldn't stare at the frightened chef with a murderous look.

"Then, what are you doing? say it!"

"Me, get in the wind."

"Well, where the wind might make you vomit like that, surely this is all the work of this chef," said Mr. Arga did not accept with my explanation, he was still showering the chef with the gaze of an eagle ready to tear its prey apart.

"I'm sorry, sir. I will immediately fire this chef if you will" Salimah said.

"Fired him, I don't want to see his face again in this house."

"Sir, I beg you, I need this job" said the chef, he immediately sat down with a pias face.

"Go!" snapped Mr. Arga.

"But, Honey. Listen to my explanation." I took his hand.

"What other explanation? you're gonna defend this chef?"

"Well, now you're really defending him, lest you like this chef" said Mr. Arga cynically.

God, how else would I explain to this stupid man, he's so hard to calm down.

"Don't accuse me of being a no-no, I do catch a cold, don't be stubborn." This time I couldn't stand it.

Mr. Arga just silently answered nothing, but his eyes were still focused on the skinny man in white who was sitting on the floor.

Though a few minutes ago he was still being sweet to me and teasing me by playing doctor-an, now he had already turned into an uncontrollable mad tiger in an instant, lest Mr. Arga have a psychiatric illness.

"Remember, come out first" I said, staring at Salimah and the chef next to her.

Without waiting for a long time, Salimah immediately turned around and came out quickly followed by the chef. I took Mr. Arga's arm and invited him to sit on our favorite sofa.

Mr. Arga still put on a rogue face with red eyes holding back anger, I stroked his back slowly, then took a glass of water on the table.

"Drink," I said.

"I'm not thirsty."

"At least you'll be calmer, Honey." I tried to smile even though he didn't look at me at all, I was actually really afraid to see the anger of Mr. Arga earlier, just because of a trivial matter he was already like a beard fire.

After a while he was silent, he then took out a glass of mineral water that I was holding.

"Why are you defending him?" Mr. Arga asked again but in a slightly calm tone.

"I'm not defending him, I'm catching a cold, the last few days I've been throwing up a lot, you don't know" I explained.

"Then why didn't you tell me from the beginning?" Mr. Arga set his sights on me.

"I don't want to worry you, Honey. I know you're doing a lot of work."

"If anything happens to you how?"

"I'm okay, the proof to this day I'm healthy" I smiled.

"This time I forgive you." He immediately hugged my body.

"You also forgive that chef?" my many.

"As for you, I don't care."

"All right, now let's take a break. You look so tired after being so angry."

Finally I took her back to bed, resting her body for a moment.

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Orange light has been seen from the window glass, the sun has been getting down to the place of the dispute. We were still wrapped in blankets and hugging each other.

I was so happy, lately Mr. Arga showed more attention to me, even though he never once said his feelings, but my heart said that he had tried slowly to accept my presence.

I, on the contrary, slowly opened my heart that was originally closed to him, now I am living all this with my heart, setting myself up to fight for my feelings that I did not realize.

Maybe it's time for me to go through the process of dropping my love for her.

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