HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Persuaded him

Arriving at the room, I had already seen Mr. Arga come out of the bathroom wearing only a white towel, he grabbed a small towel near the dressing table and dried his hair.

"Can I help you?" ask while extending my hand.

"Ah, you're the best, honey," she said giving me her little towel. Now she's sitting at the dresser while I rub the towel on her head.

"The waiter said, they didn't provide chocolate here, but now it's bought, we just wait," I said.

"I've known for a long time that no one has been drinking warm chocolate in this house" he said, staring at himself in the mirror image.

"Why indeed?"

"When I was little, my mom always made me warm chocolate every morning at breakfast, and every night before bed. Ever since he left, I hated chocolate so much, I hated it so much, so I forbade anyone in this house to drink warm chocolate, I didn't like it," he explained, his eyes staring blankly, look at the events he has experienced in the past.

"Then, now you like it so much, why?"

"I've loved warm chocolate since you left, I've seen you drink it a lot, I also got a report from Salimah that every day you always ask to make your favorite drink."

"Then, after you left, I was lonely, frustrated, Salimah offered me warm chocolate, when I drank it, I felt comfort, I felt a change in my mood, I liked what you liked," continued.

"I'm sorry, I was really angry. You're acting so sweet on Hana, as if she's a woman who means something to you, I'm jealous."

"It's okay, let it all be a lesson to us. We're going to fix everything, I promise to never hurt your heart" she said, turning around, now clutching my body in her chest.

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It was late at night, the waiter reminded us to come down immediately because dinner time had arrived. Mr. Arga and I rushed to the dining table.

Papa got there first, papa sat in the main seat, Mr. Arga on his left, while I was on his right side.

It is very clear if Mr. Arga is not at all excited during his stay in this house, he who usually likes to be ignorant and say things that I do not need to hear, he said, now he is more silent and contemplating.

The awkward atmosphere of the dinner made my appetite less good, papa only occasionally asked Mr. Arga about the development of his business, while Mr. Arga only answered as necessary, not to get stale or add to the conversation to make it more fun, he was very irritable to talk tonight.

Every now and then my papa lyrics that pay attention to the movement of the son just wayangnya, I know the man has great expectations of Mr. Arga, I know that man has great expectations of Mr. Arga, it's just that the nature of Mr. Arga who always felt right and refused to accept advice made papa step back if he had to start a debate.

"Ga, tomorrow papa will visit your mama's tomb with Sabrina," said papa when the food on his plate has run out.

"Go away," replied Mr. Arga flatly, he did not want to see his papa's face at all.

"You don't want to come? just this time," papa bargained, it seemed like papa was really hoping for his son to come along.

"No!"

"This time, son. Please, ", continued papa.

"I don't like being forced, Pa. This is my wish." Mr. Arga slightly raised the volume of his voice, I saw a face that could not be interpreted, he was angry, but there was a sadness in his eyes.

"Alright, forgive papa."

Mr. Arga got up from his chair, now he walked up the stairs to the room without caring about me who was still silently staring beside papa.

I saw papa rubbing the clear droplets dripping at the end of his eyelids, now he could no longer hold back the feeling of disappointment.

"Sabrina will persuade him, Pa," I said.

"He'll never want to, son. Papa knows very well his nature, absolutely not, still not."

"Sabrina will try it first, Pa."

"Thank you, Son. Hopefully, with your presence in Arga's life, will make him change, maybe his stubbornness slightly softened, but his ego is still too high," said papa rubbed the clear circles that continue to fall on his cheeks.

"Bring us, Pa. Sabrina will try to be a good wife to Mr. Arga."

"Papa's prayers never break for you, now rest, accompany your husband."

"Good, Pa. Papa should also rest, good night."

"Good night, son."

After that I rushed after Mr. Arga into the room, it felt like I could not bear to interrogate the man, how could he be so selfish as to not want to visit his mother's grave, what makes it like that?

I opened the door of the room that was not closed tightly, the man sat on the bed leaning on the couch, he was busy playing his phone.

"Honey," I said as I sat next to her.

"Why? you want to persuade me to come with you to mama's grave?" he answered while looking at me intently, as if he really knew what I was going to do.

"I know you, Sabrina. Please, for this matter, don't ever persuade me or even force me, I'll really be mad at you" he said sharply.

"All right, I'm not gonna do it, Honey." I approached her body, lying beside her. I wrapped my arm around her checkered belly, she happened to take off her shirt and only wore black shorts. He just kept quiet, not responding to me, his eyes refocused on the phone screen.

"You don't want to tell me anything?" ask me slowly, I play my watch near her navel.

"Stop! it was amused," she brushed my hand away.

"Refer first. Otherwise, I'll tickle your stomach."

"I don't want to!"

"Why? I'm not your wife, we shouldn't just share a laugh" I continued, now that my fingers gently caressed her field chest. He reluctantly answered, his hands and eyes still focused on his phone.

"Tell me what I don't know about you, Honey."

"That's not necessary, you just need to know that I love you, that's all."

"Are we not supposed to be open to each other?"

"Enough! don't make me angry, now go to sleep" she said firmly, this time I was really afraid to go back to seducing her.

I let go of my embrace violently, and now I'm getting away from her, putting myself at the end of the bed and turning my back.

For months I never heard him speak loudly and yell at me again, this time he did it again, like the first time we were married.

I don't know what made him really reluctant to tell a story, but my curiosity was so great, I wouldn't give up until I found out what he was hiding from me.

Don't trust him to me?

I pretended to sleep behind him, although I closed my eyes tightly, but sleepiness did not strike yet, a restless heart made my mind drift everywhere.

Almost an hour passed, Mr. Arga was still motionless, it seemed like he was still in the same position while playing his phone, whereas I had not fallen asleep yet.

Mr. Arga pulled out a thick blanket at my feet, then covered my body to keep it from freezing, as the air in this place was colder than in the city we lived in.

Suddenly the warm hand touched my shoulder, I felt his body start to approach, now he hugged me from behind, his hands curled in my stomach, then drowned his face at the nape of my neck.

Several times he let out a long sigh, as if calming himself as he was in a state of uneasiness. Long enough he hugged me, then returned to his sleeping position, I let him, it seemed like he really did not want to be disturbed.

I read the wall clock hanging on the dresser, the time already showed midnight, it looks like Mr. Arga is asleep, because I don't feel this mattress swaying, I turned my body to face him with confidence.

"Why haven't you slept?" suddenly tanyanya. It turned out that he was sleeping on his back while looking at the ceiling of this room.

"I just woke up, I was asleep," I answered lying, but my eyes could not break.

"Lied!"

"I'm not lying, I'm really sleeping, Honey."

"I know you're just pretending to be asleep" he said, lying down and looking at me.

"Hmm, it's up to you."

"All right, now let's go to sleep, I'll hold you," she said gently, now that her right hand had been placed under my head as a pillow.

I nodded, following his wishes.

After a long time of hugging each other, I was finally able to fall asleep.

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