HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Positive, yes!

I put the number listed under Duhan's name into the contact list on my phone, this is his identification card, it turns out that now he serves as the director of the state-owned National bank, he said, his position is clearly written on this card.

I stared at the ceiling, stroked the empty bed beside me, then turned my eyes to the long sofa where my favorite and Mr. Arga were sitting.

Ah, I seem to miss that shitty guy. I mumbled smiling to myself.

It was very interesting to ask the man, but I didn't even know what to call him through, even though our marriage lasted almost five months, but not once did the man ask for my mobile number.

My headache began to recur, I walked to the dressing table while massaging my own temple, I opened the top drawer, looking for a headache medicine that Salimah gave me yesterday

I took a tablet containing several capsules, but my eyes stopped seeing a pregnancy test kit plastered in the drawer, right next to the medicine I was looking for.

What if I did a pregnancy test instead, maybe it could answer a riddle that made me feel so weird about myself.

Long time I sat staring at the tool, until my intentions really gathered.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ....

"Come in" I said a little screamed. I looked towards the door that was starting to open.

"Miss," said Salimah smiling with a tray.

"Here, lady's favorite hot chocolate." He approached me while putting warm chocolate on the table near the bed.

"Well, thank you very much, Salimah."

"I'm sorry about the bodyguard's attitude that pissed you off, miss. We are all here trying to carry out Mr. Arga's orders well" said Salimah lowered his head.

"It's okay, Salimah." I smiled at him, indeed the attitude of the bodyguards was very excessive even embarrassing, but I affirmed him. They're a little crazy like that because their employers are crazy too, so it's commonplace that they catch it fast, like me too.

"I'll excuse you, Miss." Salimah left, just before she closed the door of my room tightly, I called her back.

"Can I help you, Miss?" salimah asked again.

"May I ask you something?"

"Please." Salimah nodded.

"Emm, can women who take the contraceptive pill still get pregnant?" many doubt.

"Of course you can, Miss."

"Can't the pill prevent pregnancy?"

"Yes, the function of the pill is to inhibit pregnancy, but with the intervention of God, nothing is impossible in this world" Salimah said.

"Well, thank you for your answer, Salimah."

"Together, Miss. May happiness soon come in this house." Salimah smiled kindly before actually leaving.

After hearing what Salimah said, I steadied myself to bring the pregnancy test to the bathroom, I put my urine in a small container that had become a package with the tool.

I carefully placed the tip of the tool until it was submerged in my urine one centimeter high. My heart was beating very fast, waiting for the device to show a red line that was increasingly clear.

The first time I saw a bright red line, then below it was a faint second line, I took the device and left it lying on the table.

My heart is pounding, am I really pregnant?

A few minutes later I reached back for the device, seeing with a look of disbelief, that two red lines were clearly drawn there.

I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant. Really this?

I still stood there, not believing what I saw, was this a miracle? a gift? or is this a trial?

My mind immediately turned to the figure of Mr. Arga, guessing how the man would react if he knew about my pregnancy.

I'll tell him when he gets home.

My heart seemed to flower, I could not even stop smiling, my happiness could no longer be described through words, it was like the highest level of happiness I had achieved.

I sat on the sofa staring out the glass window, maybe it was time for me to be happy, even though Mr. Arga never expressed any feelings to me, but I believe, if he had already cultivated that sense in his heart.

It was very desirable that I would soon meet the man, then hug him affectionately, while whispering in his ear, "I'm pregnant".

Ah, the world is even like the two of us, the others just contract it out.

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Dinner this time I was still alone, but in my womb there was a tiny baby that made me no longer feel lonely.

I still eat a lot like before, even though my stomach does not want to receive anything, but I try to keep eating more so that my child is fulfilled nutritional needs in there.

"Miss, you seem to be very happy" Salimah asked as she poured a glass of orange juice beside me.

"How do you know, Salimah?"

"From now on, she smiles more often."

"Well, I was indeed preparing a surprise for Mr. Arga," I replied with a big smile.

"What event is there to surprise Mr Arga, Miss?"

"Ah, just a simple surprise anyway."

"If you need help, me and the servants are ready to help you prepare everything" Salimah said.

"No need, Salimah. It's just between me and Mr. Arga."

"Alright, Miss. May what you aspire to be achieved soon, I'll excuse you."

I nodded, Salimah returned to the kitchen. It's true, I can't hide this happiness myself, I don't even realize many pairs of eyes look at me in wonder because from afternoon I was very cheerful and smiled more often myself.

I can't wait for Mr. Arga's return, whether this is happy news or news that he can't accept, but in my heart I say that he wants the same thing as me, hopefully what's on my mind will match his reaction later.

After dinner, I went back to my room to pick up my phone and sat in the living room to watch television.

["When are you coming home?"] Sent, I sent Mr. Joe a message through the green app on my phone.

["Even we just arrived, miss already asked when we're going home?"] his reply.

Huh, it's annoying, even though I can't wait to meet Mr. Arga. I want to say it now, but this is no longer a surprise.

Finally I no longer reply to Mr. Joe's message, then move the recipient and send a message to Riani, I say that will be on leave for a few days, while waiting for the return of Mr. Arga, who will be on leave, I also keep my body condition to stay healthy, because in early pregnancy there is often a miscarriage if too tired.

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