HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Wanna Go Home

Paris is experiencing autumn at this time, the leaves begin to turn yellow and brittle, then fall in the wind, who is more wrenching among them, the twigs grieving the loss of leaves, and the, or leaves that grieve for leaving the twig.

Piles of leaves scattered along the paving road in this park, Claire and I enjoy every view that is served by nature.

After getting tired of walking, we decided to head to a cafe located in the south of the park. We ordered the same warm chocolate, and a few appetizing portions of muffin cake.

"When did you start to realize how you felt about Joe, Claire?" ask me to start the conversation while waiting for the order to come.

"I don't know, long ago, maybe."

"I'm sorry, Claire. I never meant to make Joe fall in love or like me" I said slowly, I was really afraid Claire was thinking something that wasn't about me.

"There's nothing wrong with loving and being loved, Sa. Everyone deserves the love of anyone, and everyone has the right to love anyone, there are no limits to that." Claire forced her smile.

"Can I help you?"

"Help me?"

"Of course, I could be your matchmaker" I said a little teasingly. However, Claire only responded with her sweet smile.

"Have you ever said how you feel?" ask again.

"No, not yet" he answered briefly.

"I'm a woman, Sa. Prestigious if you have to say love first" he continued.

"Why? there's no benchmark for who to start, Claire. You'll never get an answer if you never try" I said.

"But, it's obvious she loves you, Sa."

"Then? I'm married, Claire. Wanna see when Joe harbors that forbidden feeling. Gradually, that feeling must be destroyed, otherwise it will be the feeling itself that will destroy itself" I said.

"But, Sa---."

"Try to win her heart, Claire."

The beautiful woman in front of me lowered her head, sighing long with a clear circle that was already welling up in her eyelids.

He rubbed his merry red cheeks with the back of his hand when he realized a drop of tear had escaped just like that.

"Don't cry. Believe me, there will be no results that betray the effort, you must fight for your love," I said to strengthen it, I clasped his delicate hand, channeling the little remaining power.

Moments later our order came, we enjoyed it while chatting discussing the progress of the fashion world today. Forget for a moment all the burdens and problems that weigh on the shoulders.

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It was getting late in the afternoon, the bright blue sky was now turning into orange rays that were calming. Wind gusts hit the leaves and cause cold air that tickles the skin.

Claire and I decided to enjoy a variety of snacks that we had bought at the supermarket this morning to accompany us to watch tv shows.

"You know, Arga almost killed Hana, Sa," Claire said as she stuffed a piece of barbeque-flavored cassava chips into her mouth.

"Huh?" I glanced at him seriously, I paused for a moment my chewing activity.

"Yes, Arga strangled the woman's neck until she turned blue almost out of breath. Arga never messes around in revenge," Claire casually said.

"But why do such a cruel thing?"

"Cruel? Haha. You're funny, women like Hana are supposed to be wiped off the face of the earth, Sa. I'll support Arga if she wants to mutilate Hana's body." Claire laughed wickedly.

"Did Arga know that she was the one who hurt me?"

"Yes, he and Joe saw all your arguments from the CCTV footage that was attached to the house."

"So they know everything?"

"of course. Now, you want to go home?" ask Claire to the point.

I took a deep breath and leaned my back on the sofa. This time the feeling of wanting to go home suddenly appeared just like that.

"You know a man named Duhan?" ask again.

"Huh?" When I was shocked, how could he know about Duhan.

"Don't hah heh heh heh. Arga and all his men were stalking Duhan the whole time, they suspected that it was the man who took you on the run" Claire said.

"Where do you know all this, Claire?" manyaku.

"Of course from Joe. He's always giving me up-to-date information about your search process."

"Are they going to do something bad to Duhan?" I was worried, I was starting to get nervous.

"Arga never forgave anyone who made life difficult, Sa. He will happily get rid of the bullies like the one you called earlier" Claire said with a serious look, this time his eyes hinted that what he said was not playful.

"But, Duhan's not wrong about this, Claire. I asked for help from him," I said nervously.

"Then you have to save his life. Sooner or later, Arga will know the truth. And we'll never know what he's gonna do."

Why is everything so complicated like this, even Duhan has to bear a very heavy risk because of my actions.

"Go home, Sa. You're getting a lot of people into trouble."

"Arga loves you so much, what more evidence you need to believe."

"I know you love her too" he continued, holding both of my shoulders and looking into my watery eyes.

I finally chose to leave Claire alone in front of the tv, then head to bed. Everything I did was not just torturing myself, it all had an impact on others who sincerely helped me.

I put my body on the bed, pulled a thick pink blanket to cover my body. My mind is not in trouble right now.

At first I thought, if it is true that the relationship of Mr. Arga and Hana is a bitter reality that I must accept, then with my long departure, it is quite long, will prove whether they will continue their love story and be happy for my departure.

However, all my assumptions were wrong. Hana's trying to get me to go, she's the one who's wrong about this. He made up stories as if Mr. Arga didn't love me.

I was foolish to be consumed by the serpent woman's words without listening to Mr. Arga's explanation first. If only I hadn't been rash in making a decision, maybe this matter wouldn't have gotten more complicated.

I continued to curse at my stupid self and cry under the covers while closing my eyes, hoping that sleep would make my mood improve again.

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"Go home, baby. We will visit our little baby" said Mr. Arga, waving from a distance.

"Honey." I looked at him seriously, the man's face turned pale, his eyes were swollen from crying too often. He was wearing a long black trouser with the top of the shirt I gave him.

The man waved his hand with a forced smile. I began to approach him, the closer I got, Mr. Arga moved away, the further away, then he suddenly disappeared.

I ran while crying looking for her whereabouts, circulating my gaze in all directions. Several times I cried out to her name, but in silence, there was no word from her.

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