HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

I'm leaving!

Finally Mr. Arga allowed my father and mother to stay overnight in this hospital, even the next room was magic like a five-star hotel with a mattress cot, sofa, and sofas, and full kitchen utensils to make it easier for mom to cook food for me.

Almost the entire night, Mr. Arga was awake, he sat on a chair near my bed, holding my hand tightly, occasionally he kissed the back of my hand.

I don't know what it means to care so much about me, is this just a form of pity because I've lost my future son?

At first glance I looked at her reddened brown netra, whether she might cry, cry for a child she hadn't seen, or cry because I was sick, I don't know.

"Rest," I said as the sun came out of the dispute. Because I couldn't sleep either, my eyes were closed, but my mind was floating everywhere.

"I'm not tired" replied Mr. Arga.

"You're not working?"

"No, I'll take care of you here."

"Sa, father and mother have to go home, today father has a lot of work in the office, and bi Ijah is coming home, so mother has to take care of the house first," said my mother as she approached.

"Go home, Mom. Sabrina's improved" said Mr. Arga.

"If you can go home, tell me, son." Finally my father and mother were ready to go home, now it is me and Mr. Arga who are silent in silence.

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This afternoon Claire came to visit me, she had come all the way from Paris just because she heard that I was sick.

"Sabrina, be healthy soon, I'll take you around Europe" he said with a smile.

"I don't like Europe, what if Korea?"

"Korea? of course, do you idolize any of the artists there?"

"Yes, I love seeing Kim Jaejoong" I said enthusiastically.

"really? incidentally, I have a photo with his signature directly." Claire reached into her bag, she gave a piece of the photo with a signature of a black marker.

"I got it when I went to Korea some time ago, we were involved in one event, so I was just asking for her autograph" Claire continued.

"Well, thank you so much, Claire. I like it very much" I said smiling.

"Hurry to improve, let go of your son, you can make it again with Arga." This time it was seasoned with a beautiful laugh typical of him. I just smiled a little to respond to him.

Suddenly Mr. Arga stood behind Claire, he stared at the photo that was in my hand.

"Who is that man?" ask Mr. Arga.

"He's an artist, Ga. Your wife idolizes him, " Claire replied without a cover-up.

"Huh, I'm more handsome than him," master Arga smiled obliquely.

"People's taste is different, after all he's the richest artist in Korea" Claire continued.

"I am richer, I could have paid him to be a gardener in my house, he would have gladly accepted my offer" said the arrogant Mr. Arga.

"Just argue with you, go. I want to spend some time with Sabrina" Claire kicked out.

"Basic woman!" mister Arga taunted, while Claire just shook her head slowly at the behavior of her best friend.

Finally Claire accompanied me in this room until the afternoon, and then she decided to go back to Paris, she had some events to attend tomorrow morning.

"Call me if you need anything, Sabrina," she smiled kindly.

I nodded, so glad my heart had a friend like Claire, she was not only a good listener, but she was also wise in giving advice.

After Claire's departure, my father-in-law also came to visit. She gave me the strength to stay patient and wish my baby the best.

The look on his face was so sad, I knew the man was very disappointed, the grandson he had been waiting for had returned to the creator before he could pet him.

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This morning the infusion hose and various medical equipment have been released from my body, later in the afternoon I have been allowed to go home if my body condition is stable.

"Good morning, miss," said Mr. Joe, carrying a white rose in front of his chest.

"For you" he continued, putting the flower beside my bed.

"This much?" I scrunched my forehead.

"Thank you, where is he now?" I asked, because from morning I had not seen the man come to see me.

"When you meet Hana" replied Mr. Joe.

I'm guessing, you did take advantage of this situation, sir. Should I succumb to leave, or endure the pain that is increasingly eating away at my soul.

"May I ask you something?" asked Mr. Joe to break my daydream. I'm nodding.

"How did you fall like this? did something happen?" asked Mr. Joe with a probing look.

"Ask Hana" I answered briefly and turned back to her.

Mr. Joe just nodded, like he understood my point. Moments later Mr. Arga came in to feed me breakfast, after which Mr. Joe took her out for a while, it seemed like they were discussing something, I don't understand.

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"Sa, I have to go for a while to take care of something very important, don't go anywhere, there are two bodyguards guarding you at the door, you'll be safe," said Mr. Arga then kissed me a flash.

I just nodded.

"I'll be right back, you want something?"

"No."

"All right, I'm just a moment" said Mr. Arga and left.

Moments after she left, I decided to take my phone on the nightstand, then call someone I needed.

I went down the bed still dressed as a patient, then stepped open the door.

"Miss, where are you going?" asked the same bodyguard a few days ago to follow me shopping in the mall.

"I want to breathe fresh air" I replied.

"Alright, we'll follow miss."

"Yes" I answered flatly and walked down the hospital hallway. The two guards walked not far behind me.

I came out of the hospital courtyard, in front of the hospital gate I saw a small boutique across the street.

"I'm going to the boutique for a while, I want to buy a change of clothes" I told the bodyguard. He's nodding.

"Wait here." I pointed at the wooden bench near the entrance of the boutique.

I chose a set of clothes that fit my body, a trouser with a short-sleeved shirt. I also chose a jacket and glasses, then a hat to perfect my appearance.

I opened my phone, called someone who promised to come right now, a few minutes later, a white car parked in front of the boutique.

I immediately paid for all the items I had chosen, then rushed to the dressing room to change into this hospital outfit with a new shirt.

Once perfect, I walked out of the boutique past two bodyguards sitting back and enjoying a passing vehicle, they didn't realize I was out first.

With quick footsteps I entered the white car that was waiting for me, I saw someone already sitting on the steering wheel with a smile knot staring at my unfounded appearance.

I decided to leave, leaving for a while to rearrange my heart that had been broken into pieces.

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