HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Reasons to Get Married

Today Claire is getting ready to tidy up her belongings to return home to Paris, I did not take her to the airport, because Mr. Arga forbids, only Mr. Joe can take her.

From morning until noon, I was just a manyun in the room, reluctant to talk to him. I'm bored at home, not allowed to go to the boutique or drive Claire. Claire was kind enough to take me home, but when she came back, this man prevented me from driving her.

Once a bitch, still a bitch. You're no less annoying than before you told me your love, sir.

"Let's not bend over, honey." Mr. Arga seduced me, he spoiled around kissing my shoulder.

"Mistake it, I just want to take Claire to the airport, why can't I?" I shifted my seat.

"If you're coming, Claire and Joe can't do goodbye" he continued.

"Greetings farewell?" I glanced at him asunder.

"You should understand, honey. Claire also needs time alone with Joe, as well as with Joe, she needs time to make sure her heart is serious."

"But-but-" my words stopped, Mr. Arga immediately kissed my lips, leaving me silent in a thousand languages. This guy always relies on his stance if I've been nagging.

"Sometimes we will visit him in Paris," said Mr. Arga let go of his kiss.

"Promise?" I pointed my little finger.

"I promise." Mr. Arga linked our two little fingers. Then I hugged her waist tightly.

"You know why I married you?" asked Mr. Arga, now he is holding both my shoulders and staring in both balls of my eyes.

"Because you want to make me your personal servant who works 24 hours in the room?" replied teasingly.

"Hahaha, you think so?"

"Then why? weren't you happy to torture me when we got married in the first place?"

"I didn't mean to torture you, I just tested you" she kissed my hand.

"Well, tell me why you married me, Honey."

"Because Joe loves you," said Mr. Arga, he now turned his eyes toward the glass.

When I was shocked, a strange feeling spread through my body hearing the answer, how could he deliberately marry the woman loved by his friend, his best friend, as well as his own co-worker.

"You surprised? yeah, the attitude I took was wrong, but I did this for my best friend, Claire."

"For years Claire tried to grab Joe's attention, doing anything to conquer the man's heart, but even though Joe never glanced and assumed his existence."

"The first time he met you in the front cafe of your boutique, he was interested in you, followed your activities, found out your home and habits, you moved his heart," continued Mr. Arga.

"Then, how did he react when he found out you were going to marry me?"

"At first he was down, I pretended not to know about his feelings for you, I ignored him. I don't want Claire's heart to hurt because the person she's been fighting for is fighting for someone else."

"I'm determined to marry you, a stroke of luck because your father really needs my help" she continued.

May I think that you are so wicked and heartless. How can you let yourself marry me so that your best friend can unite with the person he loves. I don't know what kind of sacrifice this is.

"You should know, Honey. You can't force someone else's feelings, you can't make Mr. Joe love Claire this way," I said, looking at her.

"I know, I was wrong. I regretted it once, but I hope Claire also gets her happiness," continued Mr. Arga, this time she covered her face with both palms.

"Let it pass, now only Claire and Mr. Joe can fix their relationship, we do not have to interfere in matters of the heart, because it has a big effect on their future, let it go according to God's destiny. Believe me, everything will be fine," I explained, this time Mr. Arga nodded and hugged me tightly.

I warmly returned the man's embrace, I knew his actions were wrong, but his sacrifice for Claire certainly made me envious. I gently elus the back of the man, now he increasingly tightened his embrace.

Today Claire has returned to Paris, meaning she can no longer try through physical contact, she can only pray and exchange news with Mr. Joe via mobile phone, I hope everything will be okay, even better.

"May I ask?" Mr. Arga made a sound again, he released my body then looked into my eyes as if looking for honesty in them.

"Do you regret marrying me?"

"No, of course not!" myrag.

Whatever happens now and what has happened in the past, I will never regret marrying you, do you believe me?

Mr. Arga was silent, he looked carefully into the eyes and looked at me, not knowing what made his heart hesitate at this moment.

"Joe is so much better than me in every way, are you not sorry that my actions have made you unable to unite?"

"What are you talking about, Honey. Right now it's clear, I love you, and just love you. If I had known Mr. Joe's feelings from the beginning, I wouldn't have loved him and wanted the same." I sighed, fretting at the conversation that made Mr. Arga doubtful of me.

"Don't all this explain how I feel? why are you asking what you clearly know the answer to?" my continue.

"Will Joe hate me and leave me if he finds out about this?" tanyanya back.

"I don't know, but I'll keep this thing all right. Let everything flow as it should" I said calmly.

Without answering any more, Mr. Arga returned his arms to me, now that the man's eyes had condensed, he kissed my head repeatedly and gently stroked my hair.

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This afternoon we sat together enjoying the twilight with a warm cup of chocolate at the table, in the side garden. Roses that start to bud as the day is almost dark, add to the validity of the shahdu in our romance this time.

At all times at all times, Mr. Arga always clasped my hand tightly, he never let go, sometimes the palm was almost soaked in sweat, but he remained reluctant to let go.

If possible, in times like these I want time to stop spinning, I want to take longer to enjoy the happiness and love that is so abundant in me.

Before, I was disappointed in my father and mother for subverting myself as a means of repayment for the kindness of this man. But at this time, I thank you for making me the wife of an Argadiansyah Wijaya, a man who is known to be arrogant and heartless by many women, can now love me with all his heart.

"I love you, Sa. I really love you." The words that he whispered in my ear every now and then, I don't know how many hundred times I've heard them, but they seem to be the chargers of my life.

After enjoying the twilight that is almost over in place of the dark and cold wind that caress the skin, now me and Mr. Arga enjoy a special dinner that is done in the room.

Candles decorate every corner of the room with a beautiful dim light, adding a romantic impression in it

Tables and chairs are arranged in such a way as a romantic dinner in a five-star restaurant, flickering lights are mounted on open curtains, ornate, showing the view of the front garden with yellowish lights.

Romantic music completes this special atmosphere. I never thought that the ice-hearted man had now melted his heart, and melted myself intoxicated in romance.

After a very impressive meal, we now continue with more fun activities.

The caress after caress that Mr. Arga gave me is getting more intense, now we are linking fingers together, bringing the body closer to negate the distance between us, our breath getting closer and more hunting, the more, soon the desired thing is accomplished, embrace each other with love and share the sweat together.

Long moans rang out between us, indicating the summit had been reached, until we plopped down in the silence of the night in a blanket without a piece of clothing.

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