Married Young Master Arogan

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Time passes so fast for those who have busyness, on the contrary it feels slow for those who do not have activities. Like Haina at the moment. He sat daydreaming on the bench, watching the twilight view from behind the window. From that height he could see the bustle of the capital city residents on the streets.

The girl took a long breath. When I got home from the hospital, I just spent time in my room. Occasionally playing mobile phones, checking social media is increasingly crowded so the homepage of ghibah people. But he still reads every comment. Even though my husband has forbidden it. At first he would cry after reading some comments. But after that she no longer cried. Recalling Hagi's words to her was called some time ago she regained her strength.

My brother did not make a single mistake. So, don't be sad, discouraged let alone cry! Stupid by the good name of brother's husband. Think of your own happiness! Leave the past and be happy.

Uh! So wise that High School boy. Able to give him the strength to face the scorn of people out there. Yeah, like Haina should be, strong and unyielding. That's how it should be.

THE CZECH!

The sound of the door opening did not make him turn away from the window. I don't know who came in, he didn't want to know.

"Darling!" the greeting glided over the lips of Young Master Harly. He stood right behind the wife who was at home observing the scene by turning her back.

"You're home early today?" sahut Haina without looking. Since she came home from the hospital last week, her husband has been working overtime. The man often came home at midnight. But today was different, the man came home early even when the sun was still not completely submerged.

Whether it was his feelings alone, Young Master Harly avoided him more often these endings. The man had not been back for lunch with him in the apartment. About that Haina tried to understand, maybe her husband was busy now.

Haina didn't even expect to have dinner together tonight. But today the man came back early. So he would put aside his foreign feelings in his head.

Haina got up from the bench, the padded long chair she sat on every day as deserted. She closed her body to her husband. Hugging tightly hoping that his longing melts into that embrace.

"I miss you" he murmured as he leaned his head against the husband's chest.

The man returned an equally tight hug.

"I miss you too."

For a while they still hugged until the man broke down the hug and kissed at a glance his lips.

"I want to say something. I'm going to Australia for a whole week. Remember, take good care of yourself as long as I'm gone" said the man then kissed Haina's lips again.

Haina was standing where she stood. The husband was in the changing room. Somehow it feels heavy to let go of Young Master Harly this time. At a time when the video scandal is still hotly discussed people, they must be separated temporarily. It was only a week, but he was not willing. Later they rarely spend time together because of the busyness of the man.

"When did you go?" asked Haina softly when she reached the dressing room.

Young Master Harly just took off his clothes. He's gonna take a shower.

"Tomorrow, that morning. I'm sorry, this is a little sudden," the man said as he walked towards the bathroom.

Haina followed him with increasingly chaotic feelings. He almost cried withstanding the tightness that arrived - suddenly squeezed his chest.

"Darling!" the excitement was softened when the husband had wet himself with a splash of water from a shower planting on the wall.

The man looked astonished. Rarely - rarely does his wife call him 'honey'.

"Would you take a shower together?" the man raised his eyebrows with a mischievous smile. Not paying attention to Haina's facial water that began to cloud. He was busy flushing his innocent body and started soaping.

Haina shook her head quickly.

"I want to come if I can," said the girl softly as if to cry. Clear liquid started to pile up.

As if he had not heard, there was no answer from the man. Haina grunted annoyedly.

"I said I wanted to come!" haina once again. Vocalizing his desire.

Young Master Harly turned his head and stopped his activities.

Huh! Why couldn't the man talk seriously?

Haina is upset not to play until her tightness gets squeezed. Without being able to hold back any more tears just dripped.

"Hey hey hey what's up? Why crying?" panicking the man stopped his activities and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. No matter the foam that is still attached to his body.

Haina wiped the cheeks that started to get wet violently. Why is she crying? It is not possible for him to be so crybaby. He also did not know why his melancholy side was peaking at this time.

All she wanted was to be near her husband. Being far apart scared and ugly.

"I also wanted to take you but couldn't because of the sudden departure. Now you don't even have the passport and visa you need."

Also true. Why did Haina forget that? Going abroad is not like going to the city next door. Need preparation and paperwork. Haina doesn't have any of that.

Finally he could only swallow disappointed left Young Master Harly. Passing day by day with restlessness and resisting longing in the heart.

It was like being locked up in a golden cage belonging to the husband. Quiet in the luxurious apartment was accompanied by a waiter and half a dozen bodyguards.

*

This morning, the fourth day he left Young Mr. Harly to serve in Australia. After a long debate on the phone, he was finally allowed out of the apartment on condition that all his guards follow. So he went with the accompaniment of three cars.

He decided to go to Restoramie after a long time. It brings a lot of longing in every step. A busy morning as usual at the restaurant, all the staff greeted him kindly.

"Hi! You're finally here!" alya shouted from the kitchen.

They hugged then continued the chat while watching the performance of the staff.

"I'm glad you're okay after all that," Alya said as she stroked Haina's arm.

"I have to be okay, brother. I don't care anymore about people's eyes!"

Yeah, correct. Haina said with complete confidence. He doesn't care what people say about him. As long as he has a reason to be happy. His parents, brother and husband whom he loved. As long as the girl still had them there was no reason to give up. He will continue to move forward with life as he wishes.

Knit his dream slowly until it fully materializes. He will not stop, just because of the obstacles that come from people who hate him. Let anyone curse or curse him behind his back, it's okay. He can't force everyone to like him.

"So your billionaire husband's out of the country?"

"Emmh, yes a week's business trip. That's why I came here. I begged him to get out. Tired of being cooped up in an apartment without doing anything I like."

Alya patted Haina firmly on the shoulder and then draped an apron over the girl's shoulder.

"This is what you like! Go to the kitchen and get back to work. Fresh vegetables just arrived. Waiting for you to be cleaned!" exclaim Alya.

The two girls chuckled as they walked towards the kitchen without realizing anyone was watching them from behind the windowpanes.

"Sorry, Miss. The restaurant is open three hours from now. You come too early, "a waiter approaches a fashionable-dressed woman complete with sunglasses perched on her nose.

The woman breezed away without saying a word to the servant earlier.

"The rich are arrogant!" the servant grumbled and continued his work cleaning the window.

*

tbc.