HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Goat Satay

I'm grateful that there are at least a string of threads covering my hair despite the thin, transparent fabric made from satin, it's better than not wearing anything to obey Mr. Arga's crazy idea.

Because in this room there is no long sofa as seen in the movie scene, Mr. Arga chose to replace it with this wide mattress, he said, he told me to lie on my back on the mattress with the position of the hands and feet that are positioned as perfectly as possible to produce a good picture, it can be said that this pose is hotter than the actress pose in the film.

Mr. Arga was sitting in a wooden chair in front of a dresser, not far from me. Various types of watercolor colors he had prepared in a round-shaped container, his white canvas now stretched before him, he was ready to start his hand movements.

"How long do I have to pose like this, Honey?" Finally my words appeared after almost twenty minutes I was like holding my breath from moving.

"Be patient in a moment, dear" he said, focusing on his hand. He looked at me at a glance, then at his canvas, back at me again, then at his canvas, so continuously. Fortunately, his head did not fall off, I thought.

"My legs and hands are tingling, Honey."

"A little more," he said so.

Huh, I've even been like a stranded mermaid.

"Nearly done, be patient" he said a few minutes later.

"My body until it feels stiff," I said a little annoyed.

"You asked me to paint you yourself, so don't be fussy!"

"I'm not fussy, just complain a little bit at say chatty!"

"All right, it's done." Mr. Arga stood up from his chair, he showed me the results of the watercolor scratches he poured.

Wow, that's great. I look beautiful there.

"Good?" ask Mr. Arga.

"Good, Honey. I love it" I said, stretching, which was very painful from not moving for nearly an hour.

"Ah, my body is stiff, it hurts all," I continued to whine a little.

"I will relax your stiff muscles again, dear," said Mr. Arga as he climbed the bed I was lying on, his gaze as if wanting something, I knew the intention of this man.

"No! We did it last night, this morning, not again, Honey. You're gonna kill me?" I said to shake off the hand that started to feel in my waist area.

"Do what? I'll just massage you" said Mr. Arga.

"Massaging?"

"Of course, then what do you think I'll do?" Mr. Arga snorted in annoyance, I who mistakenly thought now embarrassed myself.

"Basic, think a little right," he murmured softly, but I could still hear it.

"What was that about?"

"So do you want a massage or not?"

"You want to, you want to."

Sometimes I also hate my thoughts, why is every Arga master behaving so sweetly with me, this dirty mind always guesses that he will ask for an extra ration.

"Here, Honey. It hurts so much" I said pointing to the calf of the right leg.

"here?"

"Yes, a little bit up."

Exactly, this male massage is indeed very good, it turns out that his hand skills are not only in the field of art, but also in the field of massage massage, multi talent once.

However, for a moment I felt the man's hand slightly rise from my calf, his hand as if it were creeping up, and the more it reached my thigh, the more it rose to its base.

"Honey, stop! it's ticklish!" I said, clasping his hand that was almost above my thigh.

"I'll just massage, where it's possible to massage in only one place, preferably in this part as well" he said with a mischievous smile.

"Here, I don't want to massage anymore, my body is fine."

"No, Honey. You have to massage the whole body flat, otherwise it will make you feel more sore."

"Enough! you're looking for a chance at narrowness!"

"I really like the narrow ones, honey."

Hah, you're a dirty mind, shitty.

"I'm gonna take a shower, Honey. Please take your hands off that stick." I pointed at her hand that was massaging something she wasn't supposed to.

"Basic stingy!" He's sighing. I got off the bed and grabbed the towel on the dresser.

If until this massage massage scene is continued, then it will definitely happen. A man like Mr. Arga never feels tired, but he does not think of my body that almost crumbles during the night fighting with him.

After taking a shower and changing my clothes with the ones I looked more like, I sat on the edge of the bed playing with my phone. At first glance I saw a painting whose paint is not completely dry.

Very clever Mr. Arga painting, every drop of paint is very detailed, the picture looks very real.

"good right? I think because it has not been painting for a long time, then the result will not be that good," said Mr. Arga while tidying up the painting equipment he had finished using.

"Ah, I love it, Honey. You're really talented" I adore.

"Of course, a handsome face alone will not be enough to make someone have a price," he said with a slanted smile.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, if someone has a lot of money, no matter how bad his face looks, it's easy to change it as you wish. But talent and skill, it takes a lot of effort and persistence to achieve maximum results."

"Hmm, that's right. Are we taking this painting home or putting it here?" my many.

"I'll take it home, if it's put in my office, it'll be good."

"Huh, no! that's so embarrassing."

"What's the matter is, I'm definitely going to be so excited about work because I can look at you for as long as I want."

"What if someone else sees it, huh?"

This guy must have gone completely insane, I think he's gone back to his right mind.

"It sucks!" I'm whining away.

"Sorry, Honey. I'm just teasing you," he pulled my arm.

"Of course I don't want my wife's body seen by so many people, you're just mine. If anyone else dares to look at you excessively, I won't hesitate to pry into his eyes" he continued.

"Alright, let's keep this painting in our room" I suggested.

"It's better to hang in the dressing room. If in the room, the servants and the closest people could have seen it," said Mr. Arga.

"Hmm, okay. It's up to you, Honey."

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Tonight Mr. Arga invited me to dinner at a famous restaurant around the region, there famous for its delicious seafood with Japanese flavors.

After dinner, we spent time walking around this area, maybe not including the crowded areas like in the capital, he said, but the calm and comfortable atmosphere makes me even more able to enjoy this beautiful night.

Mr. Arga deliberately drove this car himself, so that we can enjoy time together without anyone disturbing. Because I think this guy is a little sensitive to the Bimo bang.

"You like goat satay, Honey?" my many.

"Not so, why?"

"We eat goat satay, yuk. There," I said pointing to a street vendor who was resting on the sidewalk, maybe he was tired of pushing his satellite cart.

"We're gonna find a better satay restaurant, honey. Not that one, "reject Mr. Arga.

"Why indeed? I want that one!"

"Alright, alright. Don't get mad, let's go there."

Mr. Arga pulled his car over near the satay seller, now I walk first to him.

"There's goat satay, sir?" manyu friendly.

"Oh, there, Non. How many pricks?"

"How much do you want, Honey?" askaku threw a glance at Mr. Arga.

"I'm up to you" he said resignedly.

"Alright, fifty stabs yes, sir."

"Huh, fifty pricks?" Mr. Arga was surprised.

"You said it was up to me, don't protest!"

Finally the satay seller prepared a seat for us, he held a mat as a place where we sat and asked us to wait patiently.

After ten minutes passed finally fifty skewers served in front of us with peanut seasoning that looks very delicious.

"Please enjoy, Mr and Miss. Sorry if the place is not comfortable," said the satay seller while putting a plate in front of us.

"It's okay, sir. Thanks," I replied.

"Hopefully get momongan quick yes, Non. You noticed you guys were so friendly." The father smiled.

"Eh yes, sir." I was a little surprised to hear his words. Then the man sat down next to his car.

"Don't do too much, you'll get high blood." Mr. Arga reminded.

"25 stabs for you, 25 stitches for me."

"You're pretty ten, it's high in cholesterol" he suggested.

"No, that's not fair, you're cheating. Must be flat!" I refused his advice.

Finally he relented, I still divided all satay into two, half for me, half for him. After all the contents of the plate ran out and left only the skewer, Mr. Arga immediately paid to the seller.

As it was getting late, we decided to go straight home to Papa. After arriving we went straight to the room and cleaned ourselves, then rested on the mattress.

"Honey, did you hear the father of the satay seller was praying for us to be quickly given a baby?" I asked while leaning against his chest.

"I heard it, why?"

"What does it have to do with eating goat satay quickly?"

"Don't you know? goat satay is good for increasing male libido, it makes the body hotter want the yes" explained Mr. Arga.

"Huh? a timing?"

"You don't believe it?"

"No."

"Let's prove, how hot my desire is after eating 25 skewers earlier," challenged Mr. Arga.

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