HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Papa's House

This is the morning planned to visit my father-in-law's house, whether there is any interest so that Mr. Arga invites me to come there. Although he looked lethargic and uninspired to pack, he did not change his decision to leave.

"Are you ready?" asked Mr. Arga when I tidied up some makeup tools on the dresser, the plan is I will bring, because we will be at papa's house for a few days.

"So soon, have all my clothes been in the suitcase?" my many.

"It."

"Nothing left?"

"No, I checked everything" said Mr. Arga, for a moment he sat on the edge of the bed and stood up again, "Eh no one has," he continued and re-entered the dressing room.

A few minutes later she came back with her favorite black lingerie, she always liked it if I wore it, never even absent to feel what was inside.

After packing and tidying things, Arga and I went down first, while the suitcase in the room, there will be a waiter who helps bring it. This is the pleasure of being the queen consort of the king, whatever is served and provided.

In the living room, Mr. Joe was already standing leaning against the wall playing his phone, he put the phone in his pants pocket when he saw us coming.

"I'm giving it all up to you, Joe. Maybe I'll be gone for three or four days" said Mr. Arga.

"Ready, Boss. I will take good care of the company, as long as everything goes normally and smoothly, you don't worry" replied Mr. Joe reassured.

I don't know why, even though I already knew the truth about Mr. Joe, but not once did I see the flames of jealousy in his eyes when I saw me making out with Mr. Arga. Is it how she hides feelings? very clever.

Bang Bimo was now standing next to the car and greeted me with a smile so friendly, he helped the waiter put the suitcase into the trunk of the car.

"I told you, never open the car door for my wife when I'm around!" yelled Mr. Arga while shaking off the hand of bang Bimo who was already holding the door.

"Good, Sir. Forgive me for my error," said bang Bimo frightened, not nothing, in already hit by spray.

I and Mr. Arga sat in the back seat holding hands, I put my head on his shoulder, now the man stroked my hair and kissed the tip of my head.

Maybe the trip will take more than three hours, but it's okay, as long as there is an Arga master accompanying me, surely this will not be boring.

"Hi driver! don't glance at my wife from the rearview mirror" joked Mr. Arga. It seemed that bang Bimo was indeed secretly watching us from the rearview that was above his head. I realize, anyone must be curious about the activities that a couple do in silence in the back seat.

"I didn't look at him sir, I just looked at the back of our car" bang Bimo reasoned.

"Reason! once again I see you stealing glances at my wife, I'll make sure to gouge your eyeballs!" hardik mr. Arga.

What a cruel word you have, sir. Can't you talk softer to others, but just a few days ago he promised to be nice to bang Bimo, now he's starting again.

"This is a warning for you, you understand?"

"Understood, Sir. I completely understand, forgive me," said bang Bimo stammering. Now he must be trembling and frightened. I don't want to defend him and argue, because of course this supremely righteous Mr. Arga will never be denied, I'm free to talk.

After a two-hour drive, we stopped for a short time to rest and eat at a simple, unique restaurant, its location near the highway but standing on the rice fields makes the atmosphere very beautiful and comfortable.

There are no chairs in this restaurant, all visitors can eat with lesehan, there is only a table as high as thirty centimeters lined up neatly around the open room, while eating, and, here you can enjoy the view of a vast expanse of rice that has been growing rice that has dipped and yellowed, seen some farmers at the end there are cutting rice, or are harvesting.

Our journey left the city, entering a densely populated area with a majority of farmers. I don't know where my father-in-law lives, because every time I ask Mr. Arga, he just shrugs, and says that this will be a surprise.

After eating and having a foot on our feet, we went back on our way, a full stomach and a tired body, making me feel sleepy, I chose to rest my head on Mr. Arga's shoulder, wrapped my arms around her stomach while closing my eyes.

"Sleep, when you get there, I'll wake you up" she said, stroking my hair.

"Is it still a long time?"

"Maybe an hour if the road goes well."

"All right, I'm gonna take a little nap, Honey."

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I don't know how long I've been asleep, but when I woke up suddenly, I realized the car had stopped and was parked in the courtyard of a large painted house.

"We've arrived?" I asked while rubbing my eyes.

"Have, half an hour ago," replied Mr. Arga massaging the shoulder I had borrowed to lean on, it must have felt very cramping to hold the weight of my head for hours.

"Why don't you wake me up, Honey?"

"You sleep so well, I don't have the heart."

"Yes, let's go down" I asked. I tidied up my clothes and hair first, then put on the heels that I took off while going to sleep earlier.

Mr. Arga swiftly helped open the car door that was beside me, while bang Bimo was sitting on the porch of the house while playing his phone.

"Let's go in" said Mr. Arga holding my hand.

The seated Bang Bimo stood up and smiled at us.

"Don't smile at my wife!" sergeant Mr. Arga, again he's looking for trouble, annoying.

"Good, Sir." Just that word came out from the mouth of bang Bimo, this time the man's face turned flat expressionless.

"Why can't she smile at me, Honey. A smile is worship" I looked at him in wonder.

"I don't want you to be tempted by her smile later" she replied, glancing at me sharply. I feel like I want to laugh out loud or want to be upside down to hear the reason why I don't allow bang Bimo to smile.

"You are the owner of the most beautiful and seductive smile, which I may be attracted to by another smile," I said, writhing spoiled around her neck.

"Don't brag."

"I'm serious" I said smilingly revealing my neat rows of teeth.

"You're serious?" ask Mr. Arga to make sure.

"No, I was just flirting. Hehe." I laughed a little at her adorable facial expression, this time I pinched her two slightly raised cheeks.

We walked into the terrace, this house is not as big as the house owned by Mr. Arga, a two-story building with a minimalist design makes it look simple but beautiful. In the yard there is a flower garden of various types, from hanging plants to dahlias and orchids, there is a small pond as a place where water plants grow.

"This is papa's house?" I asked Mr. Arga.

"Of course, where might I take you to the neighbor's house" he said.

When the door opened, a male servant ran over to us, he looked down respectfully with a friendly smile.

"Welcome, young master," he said lowered his head.

"Welcome too, Miss."

"Papa's at home?" ask Mr. Arga without a stale base.

"The big master is out for a while, there is an urgent need that he is finishing. Come in, please" said the waiter.

"The room for the young master and the lady has been prepared" he continued. Now he walks ahead of us to show us a place to rest.

The house that looks simple outside is now very different from the situation inside, a spacious living room with very luxurious wall decoration ornaments, several large glass statues perched in the corner of the room.

Beautiful and well-maintained house, no matter how many servants work here, maybe as many as those who work at the house of Mr. Arga.

We entered a neatly arranged room with a fresh floral scent, the bed was quite large, there was also a simple dressing table with a typical teak wood carving. There is no dressing room like the one in our room at home, but there is a glass cabinet large enough to accommodate the changing clothes we have brought.

"Is this your room first, Honey?" I sit on the edge of the bed.

"This is the guest room, my room that used to be unused," he said, sitting with me.

"Why? I want to see your room."

"No, the room was like a barn, a lot of unused stuff I put there."

"Hmm, alright then, I want to change clothes for a while," I said then moved to pick up the change of clothes in the suitcase.

"Just change here, there's no need to go to the bathroom."

"No, I'm ashamed."

"Shame on you, who's ashamed of you, baby?" asked Mr. Arga smiling.

Yes yes, I am ashamed of who, did not the man already know all the curves of my body, not even as long as he missed to be enjoyed.

"Come here, I'll help you undress" he said, pulling my hand.

The sudden pull made me stagger fall in his arms, making this chest rustle staring at his two brown neutrals.

Strange feelings always arise when we sat and hugged each other, my heart was always beating fast to feel a soul-stirring embrace, now I see the man's eyes are full of his tempestuous desires, he said, his desire is beginning to take hold of him.

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