HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

The Past (2)

Who would have thought, an Argadiansyah Wijaya who has a beautiful face with wealth that will never run out even though in eating seven derivatives was once a street busker just to get pocket money for his school supplies.

No one would believe this story if heard from the mouth of another, different again if the Arga master who revealed this great secret in his life directly.

When I first got to know him, I thought that this man who married me was probably a sultan from infancy, or that the billionaire from him was still a scourge, it is evident from the extraordinary haughty nature that he displayed in public.

"After almost a week I was in brackets, I started busking at the same time and the same place every day, just to make sure that what I saw was my mama."

"True, she's my mama. I met him in front of a minimarket where I rested from the scorching sun, I called him, crying hugging his feet. He violently pushed my body, then passed away with the man he used to be with."

"Since that moment I realized, my mother deliberately left me and papa because we were poor. Papa is no longer able to fulfill his social lifestyle."

Mr. Arga again put the painting in its original place, but this time in an inverted position, so that the image is not visible, only a white cloth with irregular watercolor patches.

"I'm sorry, if I couldn't understand the pain you're feeling before" I said slowly. I hugged tightly the gallant body, giving it the spirit and hope to continue strong.

"Then, how can this house become papa's house?" ask again.

"Seven years later, papa's business started to crawl up, I could go to college and help papa run it all. After that we bought back this house for twice the price."

"I'm actually reluctant to go back to this house, too many sweet memories that make me feel more pain. But papa wants it," continued Mr. Arga.

*If indeed the mother of Mr. Arga has betrayed and is so cruel to leave her child and husband in times of distress, why is it that papa still loves her so much to this day?

Really, what kind of love makes a person so strong to maintain his feelings when the person who became his soulmate has gone to be happy with someone else, I do not understand*.

I can't even imagine the pain you feel, like you've been hurt, doused in vinegar too. Here, Mr. Arga is the victim in the destruction of the household, causing a lifelong psychic trauma for him.

"After our business grew rapidly and became a big company again, I began to learn business skills from papa and some of his work partners. Then I found out who the man who had captured my mother's heart until he could leave his husband and son."

"Then, after that?" manya curious.

"Of course, I ruined their lives, more poignant than I and papa ever felt. Make them go bankrupt and become homeless."

"Do you know that?"

"No, I'm keeping this a secret from everyone. Papa loves you so much, he's even willing to die to see you happy, so I'm not telling you this."

"After that?"

"After a year, the man who had become the new husband of the mother left the mother, choosing with other women who are rich. During the household with him, mama often get physical and psychic violence, until she has a heart disease. But it looks like mama survived to be able to live with the treasure."

"Well, what did you do to that guy after you found out about all this, Honey?"

"I killed him."

Deg, my heart feels like it's out of control hearing her answer.

"Kill him?

"Yes, for some reason, I felt like I was hurting because she treated my mother that badly, whereas before, papa made the queen mother in this house."

"Mama returned to our lives like a sinless human being, she easily seduced him to return with her. I'm disgusted at him."

"Don't say that, Honey. After all, she's the woman who's been betting your birth life."

"You know, papa even forgave all your mistakes and forgot about them. As for me, I no longer wanted to regard her as a mother even though many times she cried apologizing to me."

"Every human being has a fault, forgive me, let your mama calm down in nature. She must have cried because you never forgave her."

"I'm not ready yet, the wound is still gaping wide to this day."

"Alright, I won't force."

"If one day I am poor and no longer have anything, will you also abandon me, Sabrina?" asked Mr. Arga, both hands clasping my hands tightly, he looked me in the eye, as if searching for the truth there.

"We will continue to be together through all the pain of this marriage, I promise," I continued with a smile, Mr. Arga joined with a smile happy to hear my answer.

"Let's go back to the room, it's already night," asked Mr. Arga. He quickly grabbed my body and held me in front of his chest.

"Down me, Honey. Downhill!"

"Sssstt, don't yell. Later people panic, they think I did what I did to you" joked Mr. Arga, his face can smile again after issuing a burden that really hangs in his heart.

"Down me, shame. Later someone will see," I said a little to slow down the sound.

"No way!"

I was tired of rebelling, and gave myself up to him so that he could do as he pleased. Restoring her mood for the better was important to me.

Upon reaching the room, Mr. Arga laid my body on the bed gently. Then he took off the white t-shirt that was attached to his body and threw it in any direction.

"You, what do you want, Honey?"

"Of course I want my rations."

"Couldn't he? what rations?"

"Restrain every night" he said as he approached my body. Now he began to oppress and launch his mischievous actions.

I can't deny it, it's what our routine is every night, almost never taking off unless there are certain things. I never wanted to let her down, I served her with all my heart, leaving my whole soul and body to her.

Sometimes, this is the cure for longing when we do not meet for a day, or be an antidote to anxiety over the various problems we face.

Uniting the body to bring pleasure to the world for a moment, but can change many things in a relationship.

After the desire has been fulfilled, we go back to chatting with each other until drowsiness attacks and guides us to the subconscious.

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The sound of a crowing rooster rang out loud in my ear, just right, when I saw it by the window, it turned out that a rooster was perched on top of its cage.

The sun began to crawl up, I decided to take a bath first before Mr. Arga woke up, maybe he was still tired, tired of fighting with me last night.

Today Mr. Arga and I are still in this house, the plan is tomorrow morning we will return to the capital, various job responsibilities are waiting for us. Moreover, Riani who has terrorized me with the latest various dress orders that I have to fulfill.

After taking a bath, I kissed the lips of the man who was now still coolly lulled in his beautiful dream, he wriggled feeling my cold hand touch him.

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