HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

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It seemed like the sun was waking up earlier than me, I opened my eyes as the sun was already crawling up, visible from the warm rays that pierced through the glass window.

I felt the bed beside me, but I felt no more human being there. I opened my eyes wide, looking for a figure that last night had made me fall asleep in a feeling of annoyance, even he was irresponsibly pleasing my heart back.

My eyes were fixed on the wall clock whose hands were almost eight o'clock.

Hah, how could I be so bad, it's already eight o'clock, where Mr. Arga is.

With a shunt step, I walked through the bathroom and the dressing room, but the man was nowhere.

I grabbed the kimono beside the bathroom door, wrapped it in my body, then rushed open the door intending to look for it in another room.

Suddenly Mr. Arga was already standing in neat clothes in front of the room door while his hand was carrying a tray filled with food for me.

"Honey, where are you from?" I asked while scratching my scalp that did not itch.

It's only at this hour why he's so neat.

"I've had breakfast, this is breakfast for you" replied Mr. Arga as he placed the tray on the table.

"Why not wake me up?"

"You slept very well, even the alarm from your phone went off repeatedly, you didn't hear it" Mr Arga said.

Hah, my sleep is like a kebo huh.

"So, I can't bear to wake you up" continued Mr. Arga, he then walked towards the dressing room, I who was still confused just followed him.

"You want what?" my question was when I saw Mr. Arga put some of his personal shirts and clothes in a suitcase.

"Did you forget? I left for France this morning, we talked about it last night." Mr. Arga looked at me.

How could I be this forgetful, when only last night he was warming it.

"I'm sorry, I forgot" I said, helping him pick out some shirts. She just smiled sweetly at me.

"I have something" I said as I opened my closet, I handed her the black paper bag.

"This what?" asked Mr. Arga while directly looking into the contents.

"I designed the shirt myself for you, you like it?"

"Thank you, I really like it." He immediately hugged me with a radiant face.

"I'm sorry if it's that color, I just want to make you look different." Yeah, 'cause the shirt I gave you was navy with white accents on his neck and the tip of his arm. I know Mr. Arga doesn't have a shirt of this color at all.

"I like it, I'll take it." Mr. Arga immediately put the folded back shirt into a large black suitcase.

After making farewell greetings with various blue scenes in the morning, I drove Mr. Arga to the front porch to see him leave with Mr. Joe.

Before getting into the car, he hugged my body while kissing my forehead a few times.

Ah, when you've only been gone for a few days, but why does my heart feel so hard to take you off.

"Take care" I said to Mr. Arga and Mr. Joe. These words were not only directed at my husband, but at Mr. Joe as well.

They nodded simultaneously while throwing a smile at me, then passed away.

"Salimah, accompany me for a walk, Yes," I told Salimah who had also delivered the departure of her employer.

"I'm ready, Miss. Mr. Arga has already said it."

"Oh, okay. Wait for me for a moment, I'll get ready and have breakfast first" I said and rushed to the room.

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The car drove slowly across the street, we reached a large mall in the middle of the city, not far from the elite housing that I occupied.

I just intend to take Salimah around, it feels enough for me even though just looking around. Isn't a woman like that, even though she can't buy it, going around the mall and washing your eyes is enough to make a carefree heart.

I asked the two bodyguards assigned by Mr. Arga to look after us, walking behind us a little distance away, I felt embarrassed and uncomfortable when I saw others.

"We go there, Non," said Salimah pointed to a women's fashion store with a famous brand that is plastered in front of her shop.

"No, Salimah. The clothes over there are expensive, I just want to look around."

"Mr Arga advised to buy some new clothes for the lady, so this is an order" Salimah said.

"We're looking for a cheaper store." I pulled Salimah's hand.

"We'll just go there, Miss."

I said, following Salimah's step into the store, from our front door was greeted less graciously, the salespeople stared cynically at us, maybe it was because of our mediocre appearance.

I only wore a knee-length floral dress with worn brown thin sandals, while Salimah continued to wear the clothes she used to wear at home as a butler, while wearing white flip-flops.

I saw some collections of evening dresses, lingerie and accessories that cost fantastic. For one lingerie there is a bandrol at a price of millions. It might be gold-plated, I thought.

"Let's get out of here, Salimah. All these things are too expensive" I whispered a little. But a salesman with a tyrannical face and a tall body heard my words.

"If you are poor, do not shop here, at least just look around and keep the edges blurred," said the salesperson with a cynical smile.

Salimah who heard the woman's words immediately dragged me towards the chair in front of the changing room.

"Miss just wait here, I'll choose clothes for miss."

"But, Salimah--," I said hanging, Salimah hurriedly went around leaving me.

The restless me sat with a sweaty body, grabbed my phone, did a balance check through M-banking.

Could have exhausted all my savings if Salimah really bought a lot of stuff. Oh my God, how's my wallet.

Unbelievable, Salimah carried a pile of clothes in front of me, I saw her with a gaping mouth in disbelief. He then left for a while and returned with a few boxes of shoes.

"Relief, so many," I said with a pias face. Where do I get the money to pay for all these groceries.

"Miss try one by one, later I will choose the suitable one."

"But--."

"This is your command, Miss."

Finally I relented, and tried all the clothes Salimah had collected.

"Ah, everything fits, Miss," said Salimah smiling with relief. While I just smiled wryly hearing it, I had already imagined what price I would have to pay for all of this.

Suddenly two saleswomen came up to us, they looked at us with a stifled and irritated face.

"Why try a lot of clothes like this, you guys are just troublesome!" said one of the women whose hair was on the bun.

"We don't ask you to go back to tidying it up, we buy everything" Salimah said lightly.

"Huh?" Me, and the two salespeople spoke together. Not only were the two women shocked, even my heart was almost dislodged hearing Salimah's words.

"It's too much, Salimah. Buy two," I whispered.

"It's all Mr. Arga's orders, miss. Does the lady argue?" Jleb, Salimah remarked, I can no longer dwell when it comes to the man's orders.

Again Salimah recited her sacred mantra.

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