HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Late to Fall in Love

A song he listened to through his smart phone. The song that might be representing his feelings right now, I still stand behind him.

I don't understand why this is so

I never miss 'em

But when everything changed

You're a long way from me

Go leave me

Maybe I love

Maybe I regret it

Never mind your race before

I just deny my heart

Why love is late

But when everything changed

You're a long way from me

Go leave me.

The lyrics of the song were so touching, it did not feel like my tears escaped just like that, I tried to hold back the sobs that began to control me.

I held onto Mr. Arga's shoulder gently from behind, the man turned his head instantly, his eyes were red and still looked wet, black-pocketed, his face so pale.

"Sa, Sabrina," he said stammeringly.

She stood up and hugged me tightly, I shed my tears on her chest, I missed so much, I was so selfish leaving her alone.

"I knew you'd come home, I never gave up looking for you."

"My world is about to collapse because of your loss, I'm so scared, I'm afraid you're not coming back, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she said, clutching me tightly.

My tears were getting broken, the scent of this man's body was so longed for, the warm embrace I was looking forward to. I am speechless right now, I just want to vent this longing in his arms.

"You've been anywhere, honey. I'm afraid you're going too far, I'm afraid you're leaving me forever."

"I'm sorry I never understood your feelings, I'm sorry for being late to realize what your presence means, you mean so much to me."

"Please promise me you'll never leave again."

His lips kept saying sorry words, his tears fell down my back, I felt his embrace so strong, his shoulders shaking, he cried hugging me.

I let this man vent all his feelings, I returned his embrace gently until he calmed down a little.

"Sit down, honey," he said, asking me to sit on the couch, and he squatted down in front of me.

I just obeyed and kept silent, but my tears were falling down nonstop, there were not even words I could express at this moment.

"You miss me" he asked, looking me in the eye. I'm nodding. Then he landed a kiss on the whole area of my face.

He held my hands together, "I love you, promise to stay" he said with his eyes open, this time the dashing man I had always admired looked so fragile.

"Love carves happy, not cuts," I said softly.

"I will build our happiness, we will start everything from scratch, I will try to heal the wounds I once inflicted," he replied, kissing the backs of my hands.

"I don't need to tell the world that I love you, most importantly, that love grows together in our hearts, because it's inherently formless. But when I saw you, I knew that love was you" she continued.

"Thank you for coming back, I almost died thinking about you." He hugged me back.

For hours, the man looked at me, hugged me, kissed me longingly.

Sorry words always popped out of his mouth, he looked so fragile. The face that I usually look fresh and always maintained, now looks dull with fine hair that I don't know since when he let it grow just like that. He was a mess, as if unwilling to take care of himself.

"I'll take a shower for a while" I said, as my body grew sultry after a long day's journey.

"You're not going far anymore? you just took a shower, right?" the question is full of emphasis.

"Yes, I just need to take a short shower to clean myself up." I replied smiling, then she hugged me back tightly, as if I was going far away again.

"I'm scared away from you." He still refused to let go of his embrace.

"Alright, promise me you'll just go for a bath, not too far and for too long" she pleaded once more.

"All right, I promise, just five minutes."

The man let go of his embrace with great force, he sat on the edge of the bed watching me walk towards the bathroom.

The attitude is strange, this bathroom is located in plain sight, but Mr. Arga seems so afraid I stay away.

After nearly ten minutes had passed, I came out of the bathroom, so surprised I was as the figure of Mr. Arga sitting on the floor right in front of the bathroom door.

"Honey, why are you sitting here?" I asked while helping him stand up.

"I'm waiting for you, why you've been away so long" he said with condensed eyes. Instantly I hugged her body, making her calmer.

I sense there are strange things happening to Mr. Arga.

I'd better see Joe tomorrow, it looks like Mr. Arga isn't doing well, I'm afraid. What happened to him was probably my fault.

After Mr. Arga calmed down, I took him to the dressing room, he was waiting for me to change clothes.

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

The sound of the door on tap made us both rush towards the direction of the source of the sound, Mr. Arga opened it, while I stood beside him.

A male waiter came with a pushtable carrying a jumbo-sized bowl of noodles with two cups of warm chocolate.

The delicious aroma of boiled noodles with a sauce that is not too much makes me hungry, the sprinkling of fried onions and chili slices make it even more appetizing, making it more appetizing, two boiled eggs in pieces into the shape of a flower adds its own privileges.

"Thank you" said Mr. Arga to the servant with a friendly smile. This was the first time that Mr. Arga had behaved so kindly to a servant, usually he was just indifferent and cold-spirited, not caring.

"Let's eat, '" she took my hand just after the door closed.

"I know it's your favorite menu, I always ask the waiter to make noodles every day, just in case you come home," she said looking at me.

"Thank you, I'm home now." I smiled, framing my face with my palms. The man's eyes glazed over, he then gently kissed my forehead.

"Please promise to never leave, this is the first and last. I can die thinking of you" he hugged me tightly.

After that, we ate a bowl of noodles together by feeding each other, the eyes of the man was never momentarily distracted by other things, he always looked at me with a view that was difficult to interpret.

This time I realized, that in terms of this loss, it was not only me who felt the pain, of course, Mr. Arga was the same as me, but because of my selfishness, making himself forget to look at his heart further. I am so sorry I left him.

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After filling our stomachs, Mr. Arga and I lay our bodies together on a soft bed of silent witnesses with seeds of our love all this time, only we never realized it.

Let this love be late, rather than not at all.

"I love you, Sa" he whispered in my ear. I smiled at the two brown eyes. His hand slipped the dangling hairdresser covering my cheek behind the ear.

"You're so pretty," she continued.

"really?"

"You having fun out there?"

You think I had fun leaving you sad?

That's obviously impossible, impossible. Even I could never once remove your shadow for a second from my mind at that time, I was just as hurt as you.

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