HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Recovery process

After two o'clock in the afternoon, I rushed Mr. Arga out of the boutique, I promised to meet Mr. Joe and someone at a cafe near the city park.

"Where are we going?" ask Mr. Arga.

"Street around."

Bang Bimo was busy driving cautiously, while Mr. Arga occasionally stole the opportunity to kiss me on the cheek as I daydreamed looking out the window.

A feeling of worry permeated my entire body, I was really scared if there was a serious problem happening to Mr. Arga.

"What are you thinking?" asked Mr. Arga to touch my chin, he held it up a little until our eyes met.

"It's okay, I'm just thinking about you."

"I'm here, why do you look worried?"

You look healthy, sir. But I don't know what's going on in your soul, you do make me feel very loved, but it all comes from your excessive fear.

"We're coming to the cafe, and there's Mr. Joe and Claire" I smiled.

"really? is this a rame-rame date?"

"It can be."

A few minutes later the car was parked in the caffe yard, Mr. Arga went down first to open the door, while the Bimo bang remained seated in the driver's seat.

"Bang Bimo wants to come in too?" my many.

"No, Non. I'll just wait in the car."

"Alright, Bang. If you want to drink or eat something, just order it, I'll pay for it."

"Well, thank you very much, Non."

I went in with my husband's arm that looked handsome, which woman's eyes were not dazzled when this man passed in front of them, a perfectly upright body with a face that is already handsome from there it makes the heart of every woman tickled to want to get closer, as well as me at first sight first.

In the corner of the caffe were already seen Mr. Joe, Claire and another woman wearing a knee-length white dress with hair in a neat bun, they were waving at us.

"Have you waited a long time?" I sat next to Claire.

"There's not been ten minutes yet" Claire replied.

"Include me, I am Hanum" the beautiful woman greeted him with a hand.

"I'm Sabrina" I said, introducing myself.

"This is Arga's wife?"

"Yes, I'm his wife." I'm nodding. Surely in the mind of the woman felt strange, how can an Arga have a wife who is not beautiful like me, a handsome man with a super abundant wealth choose a wife like me, who is not beautiful, and strangely again the man was almost crazy just because I left him.

"You're so pretty, Miss. You're a very compatible couple" said the woman smiling kindly, as if she could read my mind.

"Thank you, Hanum. By the way why are you here?" ask Mr. Arga.

"Ah, I stopped by to buy some snacks, and Joe invited me to join him to just remember the school days" Hanum replied.

I did plan this meeting with Hanum without the knowledge of Mr. Arga, Hanum was a schoolmate of Mr. Arga and Mr. Joe while sitting in Junior High School, now that Hanum is a psychiatrist who used to deal with patients who had minor and even severe trauma, he is an expert.

We talked a lot this afternoon, Mr. Arga and Hanum seemed very happy to exchange stories about their school days, sometimes Mr. Joe chimed in with a witty joke to make the atmosphere more comfortable, he said, claire and I were just good listeners.

Several times Hanum gave Mr. Arga personal questions, and Mr. Arga answered without suspicion even though the question was aimed at knowing his current mental health condition.

"I'm going for a minute, yeah," I said as I urinated in the bathroom.

"Don't go again, honey. I beg you, we are gathering together now, don't leave me," said Mr. Arga holding my hand.

The cheerful atmosphere that was initially very boisterous with jokes and laughter instantly turned silent as they looked at the Arga master who was beginning to show his strange attitude.

"I'm just going to the toilet for a second, Honey. You just wait here," I said slowly, I looked at the two eyeballs that had condensed.

"Don't be long" he said.

"All right, just five minutes."

I went to the toilet and drinking too much ice made me unable to resist the urge to urinate.

When I finished, I went back to them.

"Have you?" ask Mr. Arga.

"It."

"Now I'm going to the toilet. Joe, please take care of Sabrina, don't let her go anywhere" said Mr. Arga, mister Joe nodded quickly as he glanced at me.

"There is no cure for that kind of thing, only you can be the cure, Miss," Hanum said.

"Will he continue like that?" manya curious.

"No, you just need to make him believe in you, that you'll never leave him again, make him comfortable, instill in his heart that you'll always be together even if you don't meet each other face to face."

"I know you'll have a hard time if Arga keeps holding you back until you can't do your usual activities, but hopefully it won't last long" Hanum continued.

After Hanum explained a lot of things I had to do, he gave me a sedative for Mr. Arga, even though he was never hysterical like people in mental disorders in general, but this drug can make the emotional balance controlled, this will speed up the recovery process.

After Mr. Arga returned from the toilet, Hanum said to go home soon, because the day was getting late. Not too long ago, we all also rushed to go home to Mr. Arga's house.

I got Mr. Arga in the car driven by the Bimo bang, and Mr. Joe and Claire were in the same car that Mr. Joe owned.

After I got home, I rushed to take a shower and changed clothes to prepare for dinner.

"Honey, do you know how Claire feels?" I asked Mr. Arga who was playing on the sofa while I was busy combing my hair.

"Why are you asking me that, Sa?"

"It's okay, if you don't know, I'll tell you."

"I already know," replied Mr. Arga flatly.

"Claire's feelings for Mr Joe?"

"Yes, I know everything, honey." Mr. Arga approached, he hugged my waist, pressed our bodies to no distance blocking the friction of our clothes.

"Alright then, I no longer need to bother telling you," I said.

Mr. Arga just kept silent, kept staring at my eyes without blinking, his right hand now turned to the nape of my neck, he pushed it so that our faces got closer together.

"Why do you always tempt me?" asked Mr. Arga when our lips were only a few centimeters away.

"Who is flirting? me?"

"Yes, why the more beautiful you are, and the more I cannot control my desires" said Mr. Arga. This time the lower part of my body that was attached to her felt something move stiffening.

"really? are you never satisfied with doing it?" my number is getting more tempting.

"I'm always satisfied with you, but that desire always arises at all times, like there's no stopping to vent this feeling."

Making you happy and keeping your emotions in order to stay good is what I have to do for your recovery, that's what Hanum told me.

"We'll do it after dinner, Honey, hang on." I slightly pushed his chest to let our embrace slip.

"What about now?" Mr. Arga pulled my body back.

"It's almost dinner time" I refused.

"Look, my gun is ready to fight, don't make him mad, honey." Mr. Arga pointed at something there.

"Hold on, one more hour" I refused.

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

yes! I'm salvaged.

The sound of knocking on the door made Mr. Arga let go of my body by force, his face was now bent with pursed lips. He must have been very upset about failing to fight this time.

The desire I could never refuse, but I could take a moment to prepare myself, because the man power I could never match.

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