HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Overfear

The longing that had been mounting for almost a month and we did not do it, made all this feel so much more beautiful. Her fingers played my parts gently, caressing each of her favorite places lovingly.

Let alone to do things like this, to meet face to face or throw news I did not give him a chance, even though it was still a hot day with hot weather, I let the man give up all his yearning.

Our sweat mixed into one, no more thread covering our bodies, we were immersed in the endless waves of love, enjoying the honey of marriage that we truly dreamed of.

After a long sigh echoed in my ear, Mr. Arga lay weakly beside me, now he grabbed a blanket to cover our bodies.

"Thank you, honey" he whispered in my ear.

"For what?"

"For all the things you give, for all the love you shed, for all the flavors you give, and for the pleasure that is always met without hindrance, thank you" she said, stroking my hair, I smiled nodding at the brown netra that sparkled full of happiness.

"You're getting prettier after going far, and you're getting me heated up every time I see you" she continued.

"Hmm, maybe because we haven't seen each other for a long time, and haven't done it for a long time" I said with a smile.

"No, you're really driving me crazy, Sa."

"really? it means that my efforts are not in vain to change my appearance."

"You changed for me?"

"I've changed because of what I want, and of course for you, Honey."

"I love you, Sa. No matter today, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I still love you."

"Even though I'm no longer beautiful?" my many.

"Of course, we'll age together, just so you don't ever leave again."

"I promise, Honey." I kissed that guy's wet lips.

After the sweat began to dry, we decided to take a bath together, enjoying everything again.

I even felt that we got married just yesterday, because the romance and expression of love was only spoken a few hours ago, right on my return.

I did regret leaving him, but all of that taught us a valuable lesson, I realized that I wasn't that long as I let him live in loss, I realized that I was sicker when I was away from him.

The lesson for him was, he realized that he needed me, he realized that in his heart firmly attached my name, because of a loss, he understood the importance of presence.

"You want to watch tv?" my many.

"I'd rather spend time with you in the room, Sa."

"But I want to watch tv." I'm sulking.

"All right, come on." Mr. Arga was forced to follow my wishes.

In front of the tv, Claire and Mr. Joe are still sitting there enjoying a snack that has been provided by the waiter, several packets of chips of various flavors, various chocolate cakes, and some canned drinks.

"Are you still watching tv?" ask me to join.

"The tv show is great, Sa. I haven't watched tv in a long time" Claire replied.

"That's because you're too busy, Claire. You are busy taking care of your career, next time, you also need to take care of your arid, uninhabited heart" I said insinuating. He pinched my thigh.

"My words are right, right? isn't that right, Honey?" I turned my eyes to Mr. Arga for approval.

"Yes, sweetie." Mr. Arga smiled.

"Have you finished looking into the future?" ask Mr. Joe.

"Had, our manpower was running out, so we decided to continue it later that night," replied Mr. Arga excitedly.

Huh, tonight again?

I'm tired, I can't stand your never-ending wish, sir. The matter in that place has not healed yet, you have planned it again.

"Good, zesty squeaks, yeah." Mr. Joe laughed out loud after saying that sentence, while Claire stared in puzzlement.

"Oh yeah, who's the guy who drove us to the airport yesterday, Claire?" ask again.

"She's a famous make up artist in Paris, Sa. I often work with her to perfect the looks of the models" Claire replied.

"Eh, but he seems to like you, Claire. Even you guys relaxed the cipika cipiki in front of me," I said rather loudly, deliberately to attract the attention of Mr. Joe.

"Sabrina!" Claire screamed a little, her eyes flashing a few times gesturing that I should be quiet.

"I'm just asking." I smiled, turning my eyes to Mr. Joe who was staring dislikely. This time the man could not lie, he looked surprised and jealous at my words. Claire, she was wrong.

"I'll be in the room for a minute" Claire said.

"I'm coming" I said excitedly, she must be ashamed that I'm talking about her friend.

"Don't go, Sa." Mr. Arga held my hand.

"I'm just for a second, Honey. Just a minute, five minutes."

"All right, five minutes." Mr. Arga let go of his grasp.

Upon reaching the guest room, I saw Claire's face buckled, she looked angry at me.

"Don't be angry, Claire. I was just experimenting," I said sitting next to him.

"I want to know the reaction, and--."

"And what?"

"Didn't you see the expression on his face? she's jealous, Claire."

"really?"

"Yes, I saw clearly the look on her dislike face, she left a place in her heart for you, you should take that chance," I shook her shoulder.

"You're sure he's jealous?"

"I'm sure, Claire. I'm good at analyzing people's behavior, hehehe."

"Well, think carefully of what I said, I must return before my big baby thrashes in search of my whereabouts" I said, leaving her.

I went back to see Mr. Arga and Mr. Joe sitting in front of the tv, now the television show has changed with the live broadcast of football matches. Inevitably, I sat with them, even though I did not enjoy the tv show, I was more busy chewing snacks in front of me.

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As the afternoon grew, we enjoyed the twilight by sitting on our favorite sofa looking out the window, the sun was falling, the blue sky was now turning into a beautiful orange glow.

I am grateful that God gave me the opportunity to return home, I will be truly sorry if I continue to obey my selfishness leaving Mr. Arga alone.

The man I first knew was cold, indifferent, and righteous, now little by little changed into full of tenderness. I am thankful that I did not give up before my struggle began.

"Next week, we will visit papa" said Mr. Arga.

"Well, I'm so happy, I miss you too."

"We'll stay there a few days."

"It's okay, I'll be happy. Oh yeah, tomorrow I have to go to the boutique, I have a lot of things to fix there."

"Don't go" said Mr. Arga hugging my waist, suddenly his eyes condensed, his hands trembling violently.

"I'm not going far, Honey. I just come to the boutique, usually I work there too."

"Please don't leave me again, Sa. Don't go," he said again, he tightened his arms.

"Take it easy" I said, rubbing her hair.

For some reason, every time I say goodbye to leave, even if it is just going to the bathroom or to the kitchen, Mr. Arga is always hysterical, his hands tremble, immediately his face flushed with sweat that flooded his body.

What exactly is going on with you, sir. You're scaring me even more.

"Bring me away with you" she said as I felt her hands begin to shake.

"Well, we're going to the boutique tomorrow, you're going to be with me all day." I smiled framing her face with both hands, and the man smiled back.

I must do something, Mr. Arga must not be allowed to continue like this.

I secretly sent some messages to Mr. Joe, then made a plan to meet with someone who could help restore Mr. Arga's condition.

I couldn't bear to see him scared all the time, he was normal and normal other than when I said he was leaving, he was really afraid I was leaving him, and that fear was unnatural, that's a huge exaggeration.

When the night came, we had three dinners, me, Claire and Mr. Arga, I don't know where Mr. Joe went. He's like a jailangkung, come uninvited, go home not in between. Suddenly comes a surprise, then goes unsullied, you strange man!

"Did Joe not come to dinner with us?" ask Claire suddenly. I coughed a little to hear it.

"Maybe he's having some business, Claire. She rarely eats dinner in this house, have you missed her?" replied Mr. Arga looking at his cute friend who was wrong.

"Don't make fun of me, Ga." Claire thaws, turning her face that has met red.

"Before it's too late, just tell me how you feel" continued Mr. Arga.

"What feeling, Boss?" Mr. Joe's voice suddenly came from behind. The three of us were shocked by his sudden presence, I told you, he's a strange man!

"It's okay, Joe. Claire said she felt bad" replied Mr. Arga casually.

Finally Mr. Joe joined us, enjoying a nice evening meal. The atmosphere of silence is created, only the sound of spoons and plates clashing into a breaker of silence.

After dinner, I took Mr. Arga back to the room, left Mr. Joe and Claire alone, I thought they needed time to understand each other, may Claire's presence in this house make Mr. Joe immediately open his heart to the woman.

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