HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Angrier

We did not go out to lunch, Mr. Arga said, for one day on the anniversary of his mother's death, he and papa never did any activities outside the room, except for the papa who visited the tomb in the morning.

I looked closely at the man, today he looked moody, irritable and his mood was up and down like a roller coaster.

Lunch has been delivered by the waiter to our room, not forgetting two cups of warm chocolate also served.

"Do you like this chocolate?" tanyaku.

"I like it, because you like it."

"Don't you like it too?"

"Like, but for a different reason."

"Will I leave you, will you come back to hate this drink?" I looked at that clear chocolate bead.

"What are you talking about? you intend to leave me? like mama? Huh uh?" Mr. Arga looked annoyed, his face crimson withstanding anger. I held my body close to her while hugging her, but she brushed my hand away, she sat on the edge of the bed, taking her eyes off.

"Why do you intend to leave after I've given you my whole life?"

"Do you know why I'm such a proud man who refuses to be touched by women and completely avoids a love affair?" he continued, he looked very frustrated while throwing out various sentences.

"I'm sorry, Honey. I didn't mean ..."

"I've never loved anyone else in my life other than my father, only he's the one who will never leave me. Then, I married you with bad intentions, blocking Joe from being with you, but I'm stuck with my feelings."

"I feel different things in me, you make me live, you give me color every day, you give me a beautiful life, and now, you want to leave me, like my mama did?"

"Javab, Sabrina! answer me!" Mr. Arga slightly shouted, this time my body was limp, the knees felt boneless and unable to support this body, I sat in the front seat of the mirror facing him.

"Really, I didn't mean to say anything like that. I just want to know what you're hiding from me, Honey."

"If you think I'm your life, shouldn't we share our joys and sorrows? why are you so selfish with yourself?"

"Relationship is a sacred thing, where two people are united to be together in all things, when I want to drop my love for you, it means I am willing to be a part of you, good and bad," I continued, now that my tears were rushing to look at him, I sobbed. It's not a fight like this that I want, I just don't know how to figure out a truth about his past.

Anyway, I'm a wife. Badly my husband, it has become part of my life. If it is good, I will support it, if it is bad, of course I must straighten it out, should not a couple take care of each other and complement?

"Don't cry, I'm sorry" said Mr. Arga who saw me sobbing, now the man sat on the floor holding my hand.

"I'm sorry, I really can't control myself" She wiped the tears that were streaming down my cheeks.

I was shaking, for some reason it felt like my chest was claustrophobic to hear him say in such a harsh tone. It was my fault that it made her angry, but did she have to treat me that way?

Mr. Arga then hugged me, he stood on his knees, hugging my body that was still sitting on a chair while holding back tears.

"I'm sorry, honey. Please forgive me" he said many times.

I wiped the tears that almost escaped the corner of my eyes, then forced a smile to look at it. I am wrong in this, if I am angry, then I am not less selfish than him, I have to give up a little.

"I love you so much, Sa. Never leave, never leave me," he said, staring fixedly at my eyes, I saw such great hope in that gaze.

"I promise to continue with you" I replied, kissing the hand still tightly holding my hand.

After we calmed down, Mr. Arga asked me to lie down on the bed, hugging my body lovingly. We fell asleep for a moment to neutralize the feelings that had been mixed up.

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I woke up to the sound of Mr. Arga taking a bath, apparently the man woke up earlier than me. I reached for the phone on the table, it was five o'clock in the afternoon, I saw some incoming messages from Claire and Riani.

I briefly replied to all their messages, then went back to pretending to be asleep as Mr. Arga came out of the bathroom.

Mr. Arga wearing white shorts with matching t-shirts, his skin is also white makes the color very suitable and looks elegant if he wears.

He dries his hair with a small towel, because in this room there is no hairdryer available, he approaches me and kisses me gently on my forehead, I pretend to squirm feeling his cold lips.

"Honey," I said slowly while pretending to rub my eyes.

"You awake? take a shower, it's almost night, '" he said, rubbing my head.

"Five minutes, yeah."

"All right, five minutes." Mr. Arga went up and stood in front of the mirror while combing his hair with his fingers.

Mr. Arga is not a complicated person in dressing up, he never wears a comb, just tidying his hair with his fingers. I never once saw him wear a handbody or other moisturizing skin cream, but his body always looked fresh with well-groomed healthy skin.

He regularly tidied his mustache and hair on his face area once a week, his fingernails were always cut clean and neat, he was not the type of person who liked to keep long nails. For once a month, the hairdresser always came home to cut the hair of Mr. Arga who began to lengthen, that is the routine of care that he lived.

"It's been ten minutes" said Mr. Arga waking me up from the daydream. I was amazed to see his good looks at every moment.

"Alright, Honey. I'm taking a shower now." I rushed into the bathroom.

After bathing, dinner is available at the table with a menu that is more varied than breakfast and lunch.

"After eating, I will take you somewhere" said Mr. Arga hugging me from behind, he loved to do this.

"Where?"

"Secret, if you finish all this food, I'll tell you a fairy tale before I go to bed" he continued.

"Everything? it's too much, Honey."

"Usually you always eat a lot, but lately I've seen you keep up your diet, it looks like you want to maintain this slim body." Mr. Arga stroked my stomach.

"I'm just lacking taste, I'm not afraid of being fat."

"Reason, eat fast!" he exclaimed, Mr. Arga filled the plate in front of me with several rice pitchers and various side dishes that had been flattened.

Right, maybe I keep my diet so that this body does not return over weight, of course so that Mr. Arga also more dear to me, even though I know he likes women with full body, and, but I realized that a slim body was getting more and more of his attention.

After devouring the entire contents of the plate, I sat leaning on the chair with a big stomach. Mr. Arga smiled wryly at me. If it continues like this, then soon I will turn into a hulk, re-filled and fatty.

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