HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Go home

I felt cold hands patting my cheeks many times. Then a ray of sunlight forced me to open my eyes because of the glare.

"You dreaming?" claire asked, she sat on the side of the bed near me.

"What?" I'm confused, my tribe hasn't even collected perfect.

"You're delirious, Sa. Look, your pillow got wet because you were delirious to the point of crying" Claire pointed to the pillow I was wearing.

"I'm sorry, Claire. I-i-."

"You dreamt of Arga?" sidelines Claire, again she can guess my thoughts correctly.

"I'll take you back home" he continued.

"Today?" my many.

"Of course, I can't stand to see you continue to moody, especially last night I got the news that Arga's condition is getting worse," Claire said while tidying up some clothes to put in a suitcase.

"He sick?" I started to panic.

"Obviously he's not doing well, Sa. Get ready, the plane's leaving this afternoon."

"All right."

I decided to take a shower and get ready.

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After we prepared, Claire immediately invited me to breakfast first at a restaurant near her apartment, in a hurry we devoured each of our plates.

I don't know, I feel so excited to go back home, I don't know what drives my heart to believe that coming home is my best decision right now, but hearing Claire's explanation, makes my heart ache. Mr. Arga is not doing well at the moment, and all this is because of my fault.

We boarded one of the cabs that had been lined up neatly in the courtyard near the apartment, along the way I kept silent, thinking about Mr. Arga's current state. The feeling of guilt was so raging in my heart.

"What's up, sir?" claire asked the taxi driver, because the car stopped long enough at a red light.

"There was an accident, it was not allowed to pass before the evacuation process was complete, Miss," the driver replied.

"We are in a hurry, can we find an alternative way to get to the airport quickly?" ask Claire.

After that the taxi driver noticed the circumstances around, the congestion is quite dense does not allow the car to turn or even rotate direction.

"We can miss the plane, Claire," I said fretfully. There are only annoying events like this.

"Calm down, I'm thinking" replied Claire, her head pulled out of the car window.

After a few minutes Claire looked around, she glanced at a small black clock on her wrist.

"There's no other way, we have to walk to the end of this traffic jam, Sa. We'll get another cab later" Claire said. He then asked the taxi driver to take his suitcase out of the trunk of the car and pay the bill.

Finally we decided to walk through the evacuation process of the victims of the accident, up to almost a kilometer away. My calf was already feeling linu, maybe this was because of the effect I was lazy to exercise, while Claire who wore high-heeled blue shoes of about fifteen centimeters could still walk so fast while dragging her large suitcase. I even watched his legs, afraid he was kesleo.

After quite a distance, the road in front of us started to smooth. Claire immediately looked for a taxi to continue the journey.

The time was ten o'clock in the afternoon, but not a single taxi passed in front of us. I began to fret, pacing back and forth while continuing to look at the clock on my wrist.

As for Claire, she kept an eye on the deserted streets.

We started to despair, not a single taxi was visible, but the flight departure time was less than an hour away, and our trip still took 30 minutes to arrive at the airport.

Claire took me to sit on the black chair right by the side of the road.

"Swimming, Sa. You're going home, we're not going to be late" Claire said. His hands were busy fiddling with his phone.

I just nodded at him worriedly, in a city this big to get a taxi is very difficult, even though it is in my place, ojek ride can also be a pretty good alternative in a precarious state like today.

A few minutes later, a black sports car stopped right in front of us, out of the car came out a man of stout stature like a bodybuilder with whiskers and a sideburn that adorned his macho face.

"Hallo, dear Claire. I'll take you wherever you go, honey," said the man in a slightly coquettish style, then sprang into Claire's slender body.

Claire welcomed the man's embrace with a fluffy smile, they were even cipikis in front of me.

Did I not see wrong?

That guy, weird.

Claire and I quickly got into the car and darted through the still stretchy road.

After arriving at the airport, Claire returned to the cipika cipiki with the man as a sign of separation, a little strange to see the scene.

We got there exactly fifteen minutes before the plane took off, even though we were a little late, with the help of the people Claire knew at the airport making our journey smoothly without a hitch.

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Dusk has welcomed my return with many longings that have been spilled.

I ordered a taxi online to take us to Mr. Arga's house. During the journey, I kept daydreaming, imagining the reaction of the man when I first saw my presence.

Will he be angry that I left him?

What will he do after seeing me, how is he doing right now?

The questions that didn't have those answers kept swirling in my head.

"You don't want to eat first, Sa?" claire asked, we're only halfway through.

"I'm not hungry yet, Claire," I refused subtly. To be honest I was hungry, Claire and I only ate once today, the smooth ride home made us skip lunch.

"Alright, it looks like you can't wait to meet her" Claire smiled.

I did not answer, letting the woman beside me play with her own thoughts, without my answer, she would have already understood what was in my heart at this moment.

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The taxi car has arrived in front of the large fence of the host Arga. After I paid our bills, the cab driver helped pull Claire's large suitcase out of the trunk of the car.

The two guards guarding the main gate were so shocked to see my return, they smiled brightly while bowing their heads politely.

"Welcome back, Miss," they said.

I know, there must be a lot of things I've been missing all this time. I continued my footsteps entering the courtyard nervously.

My hands trembled, I knocked on the big white-painted door, and a small man ran over to open it.

"Miss, my God," said Salimah and hugged my body tightly, the woman's eyes immediately glazed over at me.

"I'm sorry for the sassness of me hugging you, miss. We lost you so much" Salimah said after a few seconds of taking off her arms.

"I want to see you" I said with a smile.

"Sir, it's in his room, please come in, Miss."

"Thank you, Salimah. Please take Claire to the guest room, yes," I asked.

After that, I went straight up the stairs to the room where me and Mr. Arga used to love each night.

The door of the room was not tightly closed, making me able to get a gap to peek at the situation inside.

I opened the door very slowly, trying not to make a sound, put this foot into the room to make my heart beat, I was nervous.

I saw Mr. Arga sitting on our favorite couch staring at the darkening sky, I was stunned for a moment.

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