HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Slashing the Future

Claire and I arrived at the dining room, clearly Claire's face turned all reddish when Mr. Joe looked at her with a smile that was so sweet.

"Claire," said Mr. Arga.

"Hi, Ga. You healthy?" claire asked and pulled out a chair to sit next to me.

"Today I am completely healthy, yesterday I was almost dying," replied Mr. Arga smiling, I glanced at him.

"Why baby? I was really dying before you came home" he said, looking at my expression.

"Alright, now don't talk about it anymore, let's have breakfast" I said to everyone.

"How are you, Claire?" ask Mr. Joe this time. But Claire did not immediately answer, she was like a dead flea. I stepped on his foot under the table.

"I'm, I'm good, Joe. How are you?" claire replied, she squeezed her fingers over her lap.

"As it may seem, I'm always kind" said Mr. Joe, setting his eyes squarely in Claire's eyes.

I and Mr. Arga have only been good listeners, maybe Mr. Arga already understood about Claire's feelings, so he also did not want to add any awkwardness between them.

After the breakfast was over, Claire decided to go into the room first, because she had to contact someone about the exhibition that she was supposed to attend today.

I, Mr. Arga and Mr. Joe are still sitting at the dinner table enjoying the various pieces of fruit that have been provided. Ah, I really miss the atmosphere of this house.

"Honey, don't you want to see Claire?" I asked Mr. Arga, this time I intend to expel him so that I can freely talk to Mr. Joe.

"Why indeed?" tanyakanya.

"You said you'd thank him for taking me home, you forgot?"

"Hmm, okay. I'll see him for a second, you wait here, don't go anywhere, honey." Mr. Arga left his chair.

After the man had drifted away a little, I immediately interrogated the man who was now in front of me, Mr. Joe.

"Mr Joe," I said ahead of the conversation.

"Yes, Miss." He replied without looking at me, his hands were busy cutting apples.

"Tell me, exactly what happened to Mr. Arga, he's not okay, is he?"

"True, he's sick" he replied briefly.

"illness?"

"Yes, you should have known where she was sick, miss. You left him that long, you left with no news, you took his whole life, you left a heart that had been scratched and you let the wound gape wide with a splash of vinegar." His words hit my heart.

"You think I'm wrong about this?"

Why are his words like I'm a bad guy who's 100% wrong anyway.

"I don't blame you, Miss. I know you also need time to calm your heart, but should all be talked about, you should not be selfish by just hearing something from one direction, he said, you also have to ascertain the truth before taking action."

"Alright, forgive me for bothering you guys," I said with a long sigh, leaning my back on the chair. For some reason, all of Mr. Joe's words seemed to corner me.

"Boss is sick, his soul is sick. Only you can treat him, miss," continued Mr. Joe.

"How's it going?"

"A week ago I asked a friend to come to this house to visit her, she's a psychiatrist, she diagnosed the boss as having thantophobia, an excessive fear of losing someone."

"It makes the boss cry often suddenly, his emotions are unstable," continued Mr. Joe.

"Is there a cure?"

"No, he just needs you, you're the cure, miss."

"He never loved a woman, once he loved, he shed all that love on you, until he forgot how to love himself." Mr. Joe moved on, he left me at the dinner table alone with a pile of guilt piling up in my chest.

What a painful regret. I made the pain more real, Mr. Arga also lost his future son, his flesh and blood, just like me, but at the same time, I did not come to strengthen his heart and embrace him, I chose to leave with my own pain and selfishness.

At that time I was really messed up, I could not think clearly, all I felt was great pain and jealousy, all that controlled me.

"Dear." Mr. Arga patted me on the shoulder, I came to my senses from the daydream.

"Have you finished eating?" tanyakanya.

"Already, Honey."

"You want to sit in the garden next to me?" bring him. He stretched out his hand, I nodded and received the helping hand.

Finally we sat together in the side garden enjoying a cup of warm chocolate together, I missed the chocolate made by the waiter, although both chocolate, but it felt like something was different.

"Every day, I water all your roses, I don't want them to wilt when you get back home, honey." The man took my hand, he took me in his lap.

"That's not necessary, Honey. This is all enough. I don't need anything else, I just need you" I kissed her wet lips.

"I love you, Sa. Do you love me?"

"What do you think is the reason I'm back?"

"Perhaps, because you forgot to water your favorite rose plant," she replied with a smile.

"Huh, that's not a good reason, Honey. Of course I came home because I love you, and I realized that being away from you is a very painful thing for me."

"Please promise me again, never leave me, Sa. Please," he hugged my body. This time his eyes were back.

"I promise, Honey." I held my little finger in front of him, he smiled again and linked our little fingers, tying a promise.

After the weather started to get hot and the sun was crawling up, Mr. Arga and I decided to go back to the room. While passing through the living room, I saw Mr. Joe and Claire sitting watching tv together, Claire still looks with her tense face.

"Where are you going?" claire asked when she saw me and Mr. Arga joined hands.

"Ah, we're going to the room, we're going to take the future, Claire," I said with a slight laugh.

"Well, looking at the future?" claire asked with a confused face.

"You should also plan for the future, but you can't install it yet" I continued.

"What the hell, by the way," Claire blushed in embarrassment. While Mr. Joe was smiling himself looking at the innocence of the woman beside him.

Mr. Arga pulled my body by embracing my waist towards the room, it seemed like the man was already impatient as I discussed our future installments.

When opening the door, the fragrant scent of roses piercing the nose filled the entire room, huge pots with white and pink rose bouquets displayed in every corner of the room. Two tables near the bed were also placed in vases with a few red rose stalks.

Our bed, sprinkled with rose petals of various heart-shaped colors, lay a large bouquet of white roses.

"You like it?" asked Mr. Arga to bring my body closer to him.

"Huh, all this, I really like it, Honey," I said with a smile. Not expecting that Mr. Arga would prepare a surprise like this for me, I was moved and amazed, I was like serving the role of brides in a fairy tale country.

"It's our first night" he said, kissing my lips, putting his hands on my waist, leaving our bodies no longer at a distance.

Even we've done it many times, maybe more than a hundred times already, not the first night of its name anymore. Moreover, it is still daytime.

With a slow step he pushed my body, pointed it towards the bed, laying me down first there.

"Honey."

"Hmm" he said softly, he began to crush my body.

"It's still noon."

"Then?"

"We'll do it later tonight," I said, refusing subtly.

"Aren't you the one who said that we're going to take the future?"

"Yes, but not now, can we just hold off, Honey?

He did not care, this time his hands have been guerrilla to and fro looking for targets.

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