HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Benevolence mission

The most fun activities for me are taking a bath together, taking a bath without the right scenes. Just showering, wetting each other, I like helping her scrub her back and wash her hair, she is also very happy if I ask her to wash my hair.

A fun bathing ritual always takes longer than usual, can be an hour more or even reach two hours. Maybe someone else could think we fell asleep in the bathroom.

Once we were ready, we immediately headed to the dining room for breakfast together, Claire and Mr. Joe were already waiting in the living room chatting, I was excited to see their closeness.

"Breakfast first, Joe," asked Mr. Arga.

"Yes, Boss. I'll be there soon" replied Mr. Joe. He tidied up the laptop and the files scattered on the table, Claire did not forget to help him

After the formation on the dining table is complete, the waiters immediately serve a variety of appetizing menus, there are no ordinary days and special days here, all food will always be served luxuriously and spoil the tongue of the host.

"You're going to the boutique again, Honey?" ask me to Mr. Arga while taking rice on his plate.

"No, we're going for a walk" said Mr. Arga.

"Walk? where to?"

"As for tomorrow Claire will be back in Paris, so we'll take her on a day off" Mr. Arga said, throwing a glance at Claire.

"How, Claire?"

"Alright, I'm very happy to be able to walk around with you guys" Claire replied smiling.

"You coming, Joe?" ask Mr. Arga.

"No, Boss. I'm on a lot of business, you guys go first, if my business is done, I'll catch up" replied Mr. Joe as he put rice in his mouth.

Clearly Claire looked disappointed, she looked at me with expectant eyes.

"Why isn't the job done tomorrow, sir?" ask me, Mr. Joe.

"Can't, Miss. This is an important and urgent work" he said.

I looked at Mr. Arga who was busy chewing, giving the code so he could help me persuade Mr. Joe to come with us.

But free, Mr. Arga just shook his head slowly and shrugged, he did not want to help.

After breakfast, Mr. Joe rushed to the office, while Mr. Arga and I got ready.

"Where's Claire?" I asked when the woman wasn't seen in the living room.

"Maybe still be prepared" said Mr. Arga.

"I'll follow her to her room." I ran up the stairs and looked for Claire.

It turned out that the woman was ready, but she was still sitting in front of the mirror.

"Come, Claire, ' take me.

"I'm not excited, Sa. Joe's not coming, I'm just gonna be a spectator of your romance, like a mosquito repellent."

"Mr Joe will catch up with us later, I'll talk to Mr. Arga, I'll persuade him" I said.

"All right, I'm coming." Claire's face was cheerful again. Now that I have to try to get Mr. Arga to ask Mr. Joe to finish his work immediately, I don't want Claire to be sad.

Once the three of us were ready, we immediately set off. Mr. Arga deliberately did not bring a driver, this time he himself served as a driver, while Claire and I sat in the back seat.

"Where are we going?" my many.

"Where are you going?" Mr. Arga asked back.

"How about we go to the beach, I like the beach," Claire advised.

"Alright, we go to the beach, I also very long do not play on the beach," I said excitedly. I don't know how many years I haven't visited the beach, the last time I played on the beach was on Safira's 19th birthday, a few years ago.

After the car was parked, Claire and I walked first, we ran towards a large stretch of sand with waves crashing against the reef on the shore, claire and I took off the sandals we were wearing and put them a little away from the beach.

"Hi, the weather's so hot, don't get hot!" shouted Mr. Arga running after us. Claire and I didn't care, letting the man scream and nag at will, I left him anyway.

From a distance, the man seemed to turn around, somewhere he went, but a few minutes later he returned with two white beach hats and a jumbo-sized umbrella.

"You guys wear it, you'll have your skin burnt out" he said, handing the hat to Claire. Claire happily accepted it and gave one to me.

"Follow with us, we'll play water, Honey," I asked.

"You guys play, I'll wait here, honey."

"Alright, I won't force."

"You are this, Ga. I am afraid of the heat! not gentle at all!" ledek Claire, I laughed out loud while Mr. Arga was indifferent and pretended not to hear.

Finally I left Mr. Arga sitting alone under the coconut tree, this time I made a sand castle with Claire. We are like a child who has just visited the beach for the first time, maybe this is what is called a less happy childhood, claire and I were playing with the water and sand without caring about the sun burning the skin.

Several times we took selfies together, as a memento together, I was lucky to know a friend as good as Claire.

"Hi," cried master Arga as he waved his hands from a distance, he was still standing under the coconut tree.

"What's wrong?" shouted back.

"Come here" asked Mr. Arga.

Mr. Arga thrusting the green coconut ice that was still in the shell, the blazing weather that made the three of us thirsty and sucked out the young coconut ice in a short time.

"Honey, did you see that guy?" I asked Mr. Arga while pointing at a man who bought ice cream at a street vendor's old grandfather.

"Why is that?"

"He bought ice cream for his girlfriend sitting there." I pointed my eyes at the woman wearing a short t-shirt with the toad pants sitting next to the reef.

"Then?"

"Aren't you going to buy me ice cream, too?"

"You want to?"

"Of course," I said happily, though he wouldn't understand if I coded, at least he wanted to find out what I meant.

"Well, I'll call the seller, you can choose the ice cream flavor you like," said Mr. Arga standing up, he ran to the old grandfather of the ice cream seller.

With a slow step with a slightly bent body, the grandfather walked over to us.

"Es cream, Non," the old man bargained, his trembling hand opened the box of strofoam where the ice cream was placed.

"Please choose" he continued. Claire and I chose some ice cream with different flavors.

"You will, Honey," I bargained with Mr. Arga.

"No, you guys." He declined.

"How much is it, sir?" ask Mr. Arga to the seller.

"40,000 rupiah, sir," he replied, Mr. Arga then issued a blue note. Then the grandfather reached into his pocket.

"Take it back" said Mr. Arga. As the wrinkled face of the old man smirked, he thanked me repeatedly, then walked away from us and went back to peddling his wares.

This ice cream is very cheap compared to ice cream sold in minimarkets, but it also tastes no less good. Especially if you eat ice cream on the beach that is in the hot weather like now.

"You really don't want to, Honey?" I said I put a bean-studded chocolate ice cream in front of her lips.

"I don't want to" she refused.

"Why? it's good."

"What's so good about ice cream that street vendors sell like that?" said Mr. Arga melengos.

"You know, Honey. How hard do people like them struggle to get their share of the price in order to survive, you're rich, you have a lot of money, your wealth is flowing, but they?"

"They have to work hard day and night, not knowing the rain, wind, even the heat of the sun does not dampen their spirits for a bite of rice, cherish it."

"Although you don't like or need the goods they sell, but by buying them even a little, you have helped them fill the stomach" I advised Mr. Arga. This time the man looked at me with a sparkling brown netra.

Claire whined because her body was wet and sticky, not to mention the sand that entered into our clothes, she asked to change clothes immediately. The distance of the beach and the parking lot is quite far, making us have to walk in the scorching sun.

Coincidentally me and Claire brought a change of clothes, just in case if going on a full day vacation, it was very useful.

After arriving at the car, the three of us were shocked by the heartbreaking sight before us. The grandparents of the ice cream vendor we bought were sitting in the back of our car with two toddler girls, both boys dressed in shabby clothes with disheveled hair that never looked combed, the grandfather fed the two children with a packet of rice, while he himself gulped and chose not to eat.

I squeezed out Mr. Arga's grasp, hoping the man beside me would do something.

"Sa, wasn't that grandpa the ice cream vendor?" Claire asked to make sure.

"It seems so, Claire," I replied.

"What a pity," Claire said as she wiped the wet end of her eyes. I myself cannot see a sight like this.

Mr. Arga let go of his hand, he walked slowly towards the grandfather and the two toddlers.

Claire and I were still standing, watching them from a distance.

After a few minutes Mr. Arga chatted with the grandfather, he was seen pulling out his wallet from his pants pocket, he took out some red banknotes and handed them to the grandfather.

As the old man prostrated and wept, he thanked Mr. Arga by shaking hands and saying good prayers for Mr. Arga.

Finished with his benevolent mission, Mr. Arga approached me and Claire, then opened the car door to pick up clothes and immediately changed our dirty clothes.

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Gorge ...