HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Seduce him

One footstep out the door, I turned back, making sure that Mr. Arga really didn't want to come.

I peeked at him from the door, only my head was visible coming in, but when he realized I was watching him, Mr. Arga turned around and headed back towards the room.

Really I was really disappointed, I also felt so sad because I was unable to melt his heart this time, what really happened to him made me very curious and irritated, how could an only child be so reluctant to visit his own mother's grave even if it was only once a year, what was the matter between them?

Papa's personal driver opened the door for us, I sat next to my father in the back seat, the atmosphere was very quiet, no words came out of my mouth, papa, he only sighed a few times while looking at a shabby paper with a picture of himself with his late wife, Mr. Arga's mother.

I would love to ask and express all the curiosity in my mind, but I don't think I deserve to know all the problems and the past of this family, mr. Arga alone does not believe in me as his grievous container, it is not good if I directly ask papa.

The car drove casually into a cemetery complex not far from papa's house, it might only take twenty minutes, because the road was very slow without traffic.

After arriving, papa went down first, he let out a long sigh staring at the row of tombs lined up before him. I caught up with him, standing beside him with a strengthening smile.

After that the driver opened the back seat and took a bouquet of flowers that had been assembled by the waiter while at home earlier, the size was not too large, indeed, but full of meaning as evidence of love and affection that you still continue to give to someone who will now visit.

I just kept quiet, followed papa down the half-meter-high path that was enough to pass one person, I walked behind him while carrying a bouquet of white roses.

A moment later, papa stopped at a tomb covered in golden yellow ceramics, his tombstone was also in a frame with ceramics with matching colors, inscribed with the name of a woman "Adelia Defara Wijaya".

Papa sat down next to the tombstone, then placed the white lily bouquet on the tomb. Papa held the stone with his right hand, while his left hand now rubbed the clear droplets that fell from his eyelids.

"I came with our daughter-in-law, Delia," said papa stroking the gravestone.

"Look, she's so beautiful like you, it turns out our son is very good at choosing a wife, she's also very good. I'm sure, slowly our son will change, he'll forgive you, be patient," he continued, sobbing, his shoulders shaking, the man holding his chest tightening, I rubbed his back gently, and he shook his back, trying to calm papa's heart.

Seeing this kind of scene made me drown in it, not feeling my tears along with various love words from papa to his late wife, I was so amazed by them. What was my mother-in-law like so that she could make my father so devote a great love to her, even to the point that their bodies were separated in two different realms

Every sentence that came out of my mouth about Mr. Arga, I realized, my mother-in-law made a big mistake that made Mr. Arga so hate him, but I did not know the root of the problem.

No matter how big the mistake of parents until their children hate him so much, even reluctant to visit his grave.

After papa's cries began to subside, I helped him to his feet, I did not say a word until this moment, I preferred to quietly listen and try to calm down.

The driver, who was a few meters away from us, now approached and handed over a flower bag that we would sprinkle on the tomb. My father and I took turns sprinkling the flower, papa's eyes were still swollen, even the hand was shaking while continuing to wipe the tombstone.

"Son, promise us you'll be with Arga until later. Papa believes, only you can melt his heart," said papa looking at me, great hope reflected so clearly in his eyes.

"Sabrina promised, Pa."

"He's actually a good man, but the trauma of the past made him so haughty and heartless, may you be strong against him."

"Trust me, time will change everything, son. You will be happy, papa's prayer always flows fast for you," continued papa. I just nodded and kissed the man's hand.

After being satisfied to linger here, papa invited me back home, because the day was getting late, the weather was also getting hot stinging the skin.

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"I'm coming home" I said as I opened the door.

"For a long time," replied Mr. Arga flatly, his facial expression slightly irritated.

"Nearly three hours you're gone, Sa. You think I can be that strong you stay," he continued, now he's starting to vent his frustration.

"I'm sorry, Honey. It's only been three hours that you've been pouting," I said taking off my shirt in front of Mr. Arga.

"Three hours feels like three days, don't you fret about going long without me?"

"I'm worried, but how else, you're the one who insists on refusing to come, I've invited you so many times."

"I told you I wouldn't go for something like that." This time his voice was high.

"Whatever, it's not my fault that you're lonely I'm leaving."

"Why are you angry now, when I had intended to be angry with you," continued Mr. Arga, now the face has turned away from me.

"Don't knock me, if my gun wakes up, you can eat me out."

I let go of the hug, then took a few steps back, I was really tired and didn't want to wrestle with her on the bed this afternoon.

"Alright, I took a shower for a while" I said leaving her.

Even though he was silent and did not answer, I still set foot towards the bathroom door. Every now and then I glanced at the man standing behind me, he also secretly glanced at me.

"Don't pretend to be funny, later if I'm your cuekin, you nyesel loh, Honey," I said before closing the bathroom door and doing my routine in it.

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After refreshing myself by soaking in the bath for almost half an hour, I immediately got out of the bathroom and picked up a change of clothes.

Mr. Arga is now sitting on the bed, fluttering with his feet while playing mobile phone, occasionally he glances at me who opens the towel beside him shamelessly, I reach for the clothes I have prepared, then just wear it without caring about the man who is now holding his saliva that is ready to drip.

"Don't look at me like that, Honey," I told him from daydreaming, if only he wasn't angry, maybe I'd been all-out.

"Whoever sees you, I don't see" he replied, now his eyes are pretending to turn to the phone in his hand.

"True, you don't see, just glance," I said withholding laughter.

"What's so funny? you want to laugh at me?" said cynical.

"You're funny when you're angry, Honey. Look, your nostrils are waving at me."

"What?" He looked at me, then rubbed his nose with the back of his hand.

Look, you're funny when you're so angry. You're even wrong, I'm so anxious. Though I only tease him, a man who is super good at taking care of himself seems like where possible to let the nose hair grow and look disturbing the scenery.

Seeing her facial expression and nervousness walking closer to the mirror, I could no longer help but burst out laughing. He even thought that his nose feathers were really waving at me.

"Not funny!" upset mouth. He sat back on the edge of the mattress after finding out no nose hair was visible.

"Stop laughing!"

"Sabrina, you really are, yes."

I could not control my increasingly loud laughter filling the entire room, even my stomach cramping from laughing for too long.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, Honey," I said as I held onto my stomach which was already completely cramped.

After being satisfied enough to prank her, I again seduced her to no longer be angry, I hugged her body, I showered her face with kisses on end.

"I forgive you." Finally those words emerged from her lips after a long time of seducing me.

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