HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Come to the boutique

The warm morning sun greeted us from the cold of the night that had passed, a night that we had never wasted.

I got up from the bed by wrapping a blanket to cover my body which is still plain not to wear a thread.

I saw Mr. Arga still asleep, he was wearing white shorts just after we shared the sweat, while I immediately drooped limp and chose to sleep to rest the muscles that stiffened for a while.

I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself up, leaving Mr. Arga for a second making me a little worried, because the condition of his soul was still shaken.

It didn't take long, I quickly rinsed off the body I had already rubbed with cherry blossom scented soap, a little hasty indeed, indeed, because I was afraid that man would wake up and not find me next to him.

I opened the bathroom door slowly, so as not to make a sound that made Mr. Arga wake up, I approached him on my tiptoes, his eyes still closed tightly, meaning he really enjoyed his sleep.

After changing clothes, I sat in front of the mirror and polished my face slightly to make it look fresher. I saw that the wall clock had shown at seven o'clock in the morning, breakfast time had arrived, but Mr. Arga was still lulled in his beautiful dream.

I rubbed her cheek gently, I kissed her lips a few times. A moment after, he quickly clutched my body in his arms.

"Wake up, we have to have breakfast, Claire will be waiting" I whispered.

Mr. Arga did not reply, he just hugged me tightly and occasionally kissed the tip of my head.

"We're going to the boutique, you can accompany me all day there," I continued, hoping he would wake up soon.

"Well, five minutes to go" he answered, holding the embrace, I was silent, enjoying the warmth for five minutes.

"It's been over five minutes, Honey" I said sighing.

"But I don't want to let go of this hug yet."

"Pity Claire, she must've been waiting for us in the dining room."

"All right, five more minutes" he replied.

I was forced to comply, not wanting any debate or other upsetting things to happen on this sunny morning.

After nearly fifteen minutes, the man was about to get out of bed and take his arms off my body.

It's called a five minute bonus of tens of minutes, and it ends up being a minute.

I waited for him to take a shower while preparing a change of clothes for him, I chose a white polo shirt with a blend of black jeans, there are only two colors in the closet.

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After the breakfast of the foursome, I immediately prepared to leave for the boutique, today I invited Mr. Arga, because I would not make him even more frightened if I was not beside him.

While our planned visit to a clinic was arranged by Mr. Joe and Claire, I deliberately kept this plan a secret from Mr. Arga, I did not want to make him feel anxious.

"Good morning, Miss. Glad miss is back home," said bang Bimo welcoming us at the front door.

"Yes, Bang," I replied with a smile.

I wrapped my hand around Mr. Arga's arm, bang Bimo rushed to open the rear car door.

"No need, I will open it for my wife" said Mr. Arga, he brushed off the hand of the Bimo bang holding the door.

"Ba, fine, sir." Bang Bimo was shocked and slightly retreated.

"Please, dear," said Mr. Arga, letting me in, after which he moved to the other side of the car to come in and sit beside me.

"If there is me, never be sweet to my wife" said Mr. Arga.

Hah, what kind of sweetness is she?

Didn't he normally open the car door like that for me?

"Good, Sir. I understand," replied bang Bimo nervously.

The journey to the boutique feels very long, because all the passengers of this car are just silent, bang Bimo who usually likes to chatter and entertain with his law, this time he is very crisp, very crisp, not a hint because of the existence of lord Arga.

While the man who was sitting next to me, playing my hair, he wrapped his hair around his finger, rolled it up, then removed it by leaving a wavy mark on my hair. Ah, he thinks it's a toy.

After arriving in front of the boutique, Mr. Arga went down first, he helped open the door for me.

"Please, princess" he said, smiling like a prince. I just smile shyly and thank you.

"Eh, wait non," said bang Bimo stopped the steps of the two of us who had arrived at the front door of the boutique.

"What's up, Bang?"

"There's a gift from my wife, it's a cake made by my own wife, Non." Bang Bimo handed him a green cardboard box.

"Well, thank you very much, Bang," I said as I took the box from the hand of the Bimo bang, but not yet the box was touched by me, Mr. Arga had already said it first.

Mr. Arga opened the contents of the box, inside there is a heart-shaped brownish chocolate cake with cheese toppings and colorful candy decorations on it.

"Is this cake hygienic?" ask Mr. Arga.

"A hygienic guarantee, sir. This has been a culinary business of my wife for a long time, my wife has many customers and many like," replied bang Bimo.

"Is your wife among the people who are good at maintaining personal hygiene and the place of making this cake?" continued Mr. Arga introgate.

"Honey," I said interjected, I felt bad for Mr. Arga's excessive attitude in receiving gifts from others, I was afraid to hurt the feelings of bang Bimo.

"Can you guarantee that this cake is non-toxic?" ask again.

"Honey, don't be like that."

"What's? I'll just make sure that this cake is healthy, honey." Mr. Arga looked at me.

"Bring here, this must be good." I took over the cake in his hand.

"If after eating this cake my wife has an upset stomach, do not expect tomorrow morning you can still see the sun again" jolted Mr. Arga, bang Bimo immediately pias, his face cold sweat. He must have been so worried and scared.

"I'm sorry Mr. Arga, Bang. He didn't mean it that way, he was just exaggerating" I smiled.

"It's okay, Non. I hope non-Sabrina likes it, yeah."

After that I caught up with Mr. Arga entering, he stood by the door, all eyes wide in shock at my arrival, especially Riani.

"Sabrina" he said, hugging me.

"You go anywhere, I'm worried" he said crying on my shoulder.

"I'll tell you next time, Ni. I just went to calm myself down," I replied in his embrace. He was my best friend, who always wanted to know what was going on with me.

"It is, it is," said Mr. Arga forcing Riani to retreat and let go of his embrace.

"Don't hold my wife too long" he continued in a dislike tone.

"Ma, I'm sorry, sir. I just miss Sabrina" said Riani a little bit away.

"Next time do not hold my wife, just by looking at her you can let go of your longing" continued Mr. Arga, Riani just nodded.

My God, what a trance this man had until his attitude turned even stranger, I was already not good with bang Bimo, now even he was like this with Riani. If it continues like this, I'll get even crazier over it.

"You go up first, Honey. I'd like to talk to Riani for a minute" I said.

"What are you guys going to talk about? want to gossip about me?" He squinted his eyes.

Hah, I'm lacking a job once I gossip about you.

"No, Honey. I just need to talk about unresolved work as long as I'm not around" I replied while seducing her.

"really? don't be long, I'll wait for you," he said and climbed the stairs.

"I'm sorry my husband, Ni. He's like that." I apologize to Riani for Mr. Arga's exaggerated attitude.

"I told you, don't gossip about me," said Mr. Arga from the top of the stairs, apparently hearing my words.

"It's been, it's been, it's okay, Sa. I understand him," said Riani winked.

After making sure that Mr. Arga came into my room, I immediately discussed the things that I had left behind all this time with Riani and all the employees, especially about the less than optimal marketing constraints during my time away.

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In my room, Mr. Arga was sleeping on my long couch under the window by the door leading to the balcony.

"Next time don't go too far with bang Bimo, Honey," I said as I tidied up the desk.

"Excess like what? I'm just asking."

"That's not asking, but accusing."

"Whatever, I'm just making sure that you eat hygienic food and that it definitely doesn't contain poison, so you don't get sick, honey. That's all," he defended himself.

"But you're making me feel bad for her, Honey. It's his wife's, where they might poison me." I snorted in annoyance.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, I'll try to be kinder to her."

"Learn to respect others, no matter how small they are given. Maybe you could buy a cake like this, but for someone else, it might be worth more than you see, Honey."

"I can't just buy that kind of cake, I can even buy all the bakery shops in town for you, that's if you want."

Haah, how arrogant!

I just kept quiet, not wanting to continue a debate that didn't make him understand at all, instead he boasted even higher, base!

"Eat, it's delicious" I said, putting a piece of cake in front of his mouth.

"I don't want to."

"Why? it's so sweet."

"I want something sweeter, like this," she said, grabbing my lips, closing her eyes to softly kiss my lower lip, sipping it slowly.

"Honey, someone's gonna see" I said, ripping off our lips.

"Just let them all know that you're mine."

Huh, does it need to be like that?

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