HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Back home

Though I hope tonight we have a fight holiday first, last night alone is enough to rest this body that is almost crumpled. But because of the debate about goat satay, Mr. Arga can no longer be rejected, he continues to seduce and tease me until he can.

Resignation, is something that I have always done to fulfill his wishes.

After the battle ended, we were re-burdened in each other's good dreams, she was still in a position to hug my body.

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This morning I woke up before the sun showed me the light, I've been up a few times all night, agitated. I don't know what makes me nervous until it's hard to sleep well.

My mind was floating on the fate of papa, the man who was getting older was living alone in this house, even though many servants were on one roof with him, yet they were just other people, but they were all alone, not papa's family.

I looked at Mr. Arga who was still sleeping soundly, his arms still clutching at my stomach, even his lips he put on my shoulders, because I was sleeping on my back from last night.

Rubbed her hair gently, groping every inch of her face, lastly rubbing her wet lips.

Being with him every day for 24 hours does not necessarily make me tired of admiring his good looks.

"Kiss me!" sigh Mr. Arga, his face is getting closer.

"Muach" One kiss landed on his lips.

"What are you thinking, baby. Don't think too much about unimportant things" she whispered, now that she had the lips pressed against my neck, I could clearly feel her warm breath.

"Hmm, I just feel sorry for papa, he's living old age alone in a house this big."

"It has become his wish, if it is so, what can we do," replied Mr. Arga resignedly.

"Can't you persuade him to stay with us?"

"No way, I know my dad better than anyone. Too many memories he'd be hard pressed to leave about this house, Sa. You won't understand."

"Hm." I let out a breath. It is true, I saw so much love that papa poured out to his late wife, where perhaps he left the historic home a silent witness to their love story.

"This is a house that you gave away on their wedding day, decades ago, even though it has undergone several renovations, but all that was changed only on the wishes of the mother."

"Of course before he left we were so cruel" continued Mr. Arga.

Alright, enough. I no longer want to discuss the matter before Mr. Arga again loses his sanity, I know enough about it, I don't want to dive any deeper.

"We're taking a shower, yuk. After breakfast," asked me to switch the conversation, patting his right cheek slowly.

"Wedding together?"

"May, but on one condition," I said showing one index finger in front of his face.

"What's the condition?"

"Without a scene, okay?"

"No want! five minutes to go."

"No five minutes or even five seconds, a shower, just a shower" I said firmly.

"Marrel!"

"Let me be stingy, what matters is beautiful!"

"Basic stingy!" taunted again. I shifted my body and immediately grabbed a towel to cover my undressed body.

"Would you take a bath together or not, Honey?" I asked again, he was still silent while pretending to sleep.

"All right, I'm showering myself."

"Wait, five minutes. I'm still sleepy, Sa."

"No five minutes, hurry up or I'll change my mind." I threatened.

With his eyes still slightly bristling and his squishy body, the man got out of bed, he walked with his legs dragged like a robot running out of batteries, I was waiting by the door in the bathroom.

When he got to the front of the bathtub, I immediately splashed his feet with cold water.

Brpr!

The air here is very cold, the water stored in the bath also becomes ice water, of course Mr. Arga was surprised and immediately opened his eyes full while fumbling the fine hairs on his skin that stood upright from the cold.

"Don't startle me, not only did you make my horse's fur stand up, but you also made my weapon stand up" he glanced at me, then walked over to light the warm water to fill the bath up.

"Submerge here, your body must be tired because it often serves me," said Mr. Arga pointed to the bath up that filled half.

"Ah, you are understanding, Honey," I praised as I immersed myself in it. She kissed my forehead gently then walked towards the shower to clean herself.

After we finished the bath, Mr. Arga and I hurried to tidy up all the clothes and items we would bring back home to the city, especially the paintings that would not be left behind. The painting was wrapped in a newspaper to cover up the inappropriate images in public view, just for us personally.

"All that?" ask me when I hand over the last shirt that must be put in the suitcase.

"Seems like already. Let's have breakfast, papa must have been waiting," asked Mr. Arga.

We hurried out of the room, then found that papa was sitting back and reading the newspaper in the living room.

"Pa, let's have breakfast," I asked.

"Ah, yes. Papa is waiting for you," replied Papa directly standing up and walking towards the dining table with us.

"Oh yeah, you guys coming back this morning?" ask papa.

"Yes, Pa. Next time we will visit again" replied Mr. Arga.

"All right then."

After arriving at the dining table, all the food was on the table, I swiftly picked up the rice and side dishes that Mr. Arga liked, not to forget I also took it for papa.

"Oh yeah, did Sabrina have a post-mortar health check, Ga?" ask papa. I saw Mr. Arga's face turned confused, he could not answer papa's question.

"Emm, yes ...." Mr. Arga scratched his head.

"Why? anu why?" papa's sergeant can't wait to hear Mr. Arga's reply.

"Sabrina hasn't had a health check yet, Pa. The plan is still next week after coming home from here, because some time ago we still felt very lost, so it was unthinkable to visit a doctor," I replied.

"Oh so. Yes, you call Budi's doctor, Ga. Let him find the best obstetrician for your wife."

"Good, Pa. Arga had planned it."

It seems that papa did not know about my departure for a month or so after the miscarriage, because he never discussed it at all. Maybe Mr. Arga doesn't want his papa to worry too much.

This breakfast event feels warmer with the chatter of Mr. Arga and papa who look to start improving.

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"Don't forget to tell me when it's arrived" said papa us to take us to the main door. I'm nodding.

Mr. Arga and bang Bimo are cleaning our luggage to put in the back baggage.

"We say goodbye, Pa," said Mr. Arga to me after finishing his job.

"Be careful on the road, son." Me and Mr. Arga took turns kissing the back of papa's hand.

This time bang Bimo looked very understanding, he immediately got into the car and sat in the steering wheel without greeting me or helping to open the door.

Ah, what happened a few days ago must have scared him and got stuck. Indeed, this Arga master is so outrageous, he is even very sensitive and exaggerated.

Sometimes I feel happy because of the attitude of Mr. Arga who showed his attention to me in public, not only when we were alone. But on the other hand, his overprotective nature made me go awry in front of the people around me.

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