HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

POV Mr. Arga 2

The car had entered the large courtyard of the Alan family residence, I opened the car door violently and walked towards the house.

"Hana, Hannah!" I shouted banging on the main door.

"Hana!"

"Boss, calm down" said Joe.

Instantly the security who originally sat sweetly at the main gate ran over to us.

"I'm sorry, sir. Be polite in this house," said one of the security.

"Don't interfere! or I'll rip your mouth out!" Emotions have reached the crown, I no longer care about the usual polite attitude I uphold.

"Where's Hana? call a woman****** that!"

"If you just want to make a fuss, please get out of here!" said the security again with a snapping tone.

No need to answer and mince words, I immediately landed the bogem on his face without cueing.

Joe who saw me like a fidelity kept trying to keep me away from those people.

"What is this storm?" said uncle Alan suddenly opened the door.

I did not immediately answer his question and sneak into the big house with classic European nuances.

"Hana, out!"

"Hana!" I kept screaming in the living room, while Uncle Alan tried to calm myself down and asked me to speak well.

"You are, why Arga?" hana asked down the stairs without any guilt.

"You!" I went straight to the damn woman, I put my right hand on her neck until her body was lifted.

The beautiful face of the woman turned red with severed breath, her hands trying to release the grip of my hand on her neck, while her legs were in revolt seeking a foothold.

If she wasn't my friend and my family's best friend's child, I might have mutilated her body as crocodile feed in the zoo.

"Arga! what are you doing?" shouted uncle Alan. His wife also ran crying to see her son hanging in my hand.

"Boss, let him go, you can kill him" Joe said, shaking my body.

"Take off my daughter, Arga! you're nuts!" maki uncle Alan.

They tried to remove the strong grip of my hand from Hana's neck, but the pain and emotions that controlled me made the strength of my hand invincible.

"G-ga!" hana said stammering, her eyes reddening with tears. He even had trouble breathing.

"I've been kind, given a place in a relationship as a friend, but it seems like you're too greedy, Hana," I said with anger.

"Let go, Boss. He'll die if you keep going like this" Joe panicked.

"That's!" uncle Alan landed a punch on my cheek, as soon as the grip of my hand slipped from Hana's neck, and the woman fell coughing while holding her chest and neck.

As my emotions grew, my hand reached for a large urn on my left and almost landed the large object over Hana's head if Joe hadn't held it back.

"Hold you, Boss. Hold it!" scream Joe.

Then I threw the urn right beside Hana sitting down until she was aghast in shock and fear. I almost lost control.

"You want to kill my daughter?" uncle Alan asked with emotion.

"It's lucky he didn't die, Uncle. Because what your daughter did was more cruel than what I just did to her."

"What did Hana do until you were this crazy?"

"Did uncle not know? your daughter killed my son!" I shouted right in front of the face of the man I had respected and considered my own family, but because of his son, all my respect for this family seemed to disappear.

"Your son?"

"My wife was pregnant, and Hana purposely made her fall down the stairs to miscarry."

"Don't make up stories, Arga!" snapped Uncle Alan still couldn't take it, he thought I was slandering that bastard woman.

"I've got CCTV footage of your daughter saying bad things to my wife, and when she found out that my wife was pregnant, she deliberately harmed her."

"What did Arga say, Hana?" Uncle Alan looked at his crying daughter in his mother's arms.

"Why indeed? I don't want anyone to have Arga, she's just mine!" hana said with watery eyes.

"So right, did you hurt Arga's wife?"

Plaque!

"Papa's disappointed in you, Hana!" uncle Alan's hardik on his daughter.

"But I love Arga, Pa. You don't understand my feelings" said Hana sobbing.

"Love what do you mean to the point of causing you harm to others, you are enslaved to lust!" my snapping.

"I love you, Ga!" Hana whines, now she sits while hugging my leg.

"I'm disgusted at you, Hana!"

"I'm sorry, Arga. But I don't want anyone else in your heart but me."

"So you're going to kill my wife?"

"I'll do whatever you want to accept my love."

"Go! don't touch my feet with your dirty hands!" I kicked the woman over, quickly Aunt Alan helped her up.

Aunt Alan only cried to see her daughter, she kept hugging Hana in her arms, but she never tried to refute me or defend her daughter. She's a woman, she must know how the pain of losing a potential baby to another woman's crimes.

"At this time Sabrina is gone, if she is not found soon, then you will rot in prison, Hana!" I pointed the woman with my index finger.

"We'll help look for him, Ga," said Alan's uncle with a softened face.

"good. If my wife doesn't come home in two days, eat your daughter in charge, Uncle."

"Ba, well, Arga."

I decided to take Joe home, before I really thought about killing the woman with my hands, because when I saw her face, the emotion and pain in my chest seemed to push me to be rude to anyone.

It was the first time in my life that I was rude to women, I was cold to anyone who approached me, but not once did I touch them violently.

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"Wouldn't we go see Sabrina's parents, Boss?" joe asked when we got home.

"I've contacted Sabrina many times, but it looks like she's blocked my number" Joe continued.

"May I ask for his cell phone number, Joe?"

"Whose number?"

"Sabrina," I answered listlessly.

"Huh, you're really not sane, Boss. Almost six months married, but you don't know her cell phone number at all." Joe shook his head slowly.

"I'm not defending anyone here, Boss. But this time you're also wrong, you let that woman accompany your life every day, but you don't even intend to exchange news from a long way away. It's fitting that Sabrina is easily consumed by Hana's talk," continued Joe.

"I didn't know anything was going to happen this bad" I said.

"Note the number" said Joe, I took the phone out of my pocket.

After the number I requested was complete, I pressed the green button with the phone handle on the screen.

Worry spread to my heart, I expected Sabrina to pick up my call, though there was a sound connected there, but there was never an answer.

Sabrina, I know you love me, I know you'll be home soon. Come back, I can't live without you, I'm sorry if this is too late.

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Info: POV Mr. Arga, meaning who carries out the role of "I" here is Mr. Arga yes friends 😊

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