Sir, Don't You Sick Me!

Mr. Handsome (Volume 1): The Wasted Princess

"Servant! Bring me some food and drink!"

The screaming baritone belongs to my master. Looks like he just got home hunting antelope. I immediately made a drink and brought some food for Mr. Mahawira. Otherwise, he would have been constantly shouting to the point of rupturing anyone's eardrum in this palace.

"Servant! Bring me—"

I came to the throne place of Mr. Mahawira with a tray containing a glass of drink, some dry food, and fruits.

"Please, Sir. I'm sorry, I didn't hear Mr.'s voice" I said as I placed a tray on a small table beside Mr. Mahawira's seat.

"Are you deaf?! I screamed dozens of times, you said you didn't hear me?!" Mr. Mahawira stared so sharply at me.

I was downcast in response to guilt. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Already! Lift your head!"

After raising my head, I intend to return to the kitchen to continue my unfinished work. However, Mr. Mahawira shouted again.

"Where are you going?! I'm not asking you to leave here!"

I took a deep breath, then turned my body. "Sorry, Sir. After all, I still have work in—"

"SILENCE! Accompany me here. It's your job to keep me company, isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir. I'll stay here."

I also sat down in front of Mr. Mahawira. There was nothing to do, instead I just saw the man gobbling up the fruits and food I brought for him.

"The weather is very hot today. I need a fan."

Immediately I stood up to pick up the fan placed in the corner of the room. I flicked the big fan to make my cold master cool.

After a few minutes, Mr. Mahawira finished enjoying his meal, he spread his back while closing his eyes.

I thought Mr. Mahawira was asleep, so I stopped shaking the fan for him. However, after putting the fan back in its original place, Mr. Mahawira looked at me sharply.

I was certainly wrong. Mr. Mahawira will scold me again.

"I never asked you to stop!" he said with a firm tone.

"Good, Sir. I'll—"

"Dry!"

I swallowed because I was nervous. What will Master Mahawira do to me? My heart kept asking, but it didn't find the answer.

After getting close enough, I fell silent while bowing my head. "Pardon me, sir."

Mr. Mahawira has not responded to my apology, instead he continues to stare fixedly. What exactly is the meaning of Mr Mahawira's gaze? I really don't understand, I can't even get these eyeballs back at him.

"You ... come back," he said later.

Whahuh? That only?

Uh, I couldn't believe it after she looked at me sharply, Mr. Mahawira just asked me to leave her room.

I nodded slowly, then stepped into the kitchen to continue the work.

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At night, I felt very tired from working all day, making food and welcoming the princes of several kingdoms in this country. Every weekend, Mr. Mahawira always holds a party and invites all nobles to come to the kingdom of Rosalia.

I lay down my body, and then I just made my hair fall out. As a little bit more was about to fall asleep, I heard a clattering sound from outside the room. My eyes were open again because of it.

"Who?" ask me in a slow voice.

No one answered. I was even more curious so I got up. But when I was about to stand up, someone opened the door to my room. A red cloth that I know very well.

In that darkness, stood a tall and large man. But ... on the upper part of his body is not covered with cloth.

I was alert, then tidied up my clothes that had been a little open and messy.

"W-who?" ask me again with a stifled voice. My eyes could not escape looking at that figure.

"It's me," he replied as he moved a step forward.

Finally, the face was illuminated by the moonlight that entered through the window of my room that was not closed at all. Mr. Mahawira, my very cold and grumpy master.

"T-Tuan ..," I said.

I was really confused as to why Mr. Mahawira came to my room. This is the first time he has done that. Especially when I'm going to sleep.

"W-What's up, sir?" my many.

I never thought before, Mr. Mahawira approached while looking at my eyeballs very seriously. I was not strong enough to return my master's gaze so I turned my eyes to the right.

Mr. Mahawira got closer to me, then leaned his head so close to the ear.

"I can't sleep" he whispered.

I couldn't hold my breath because my heart beat was beating faster.

"W-there's something I can help you with, sir?" tanyaku.

"There's."

I nodded as a sign of being willing to help Mr. Mahawira. "Tell me, sir. I'll help you as much as possible—"

"My company sleeps tonight."

I didn't hear wrong, did I? Mister Mahawira just asked me to accompany him to sleep?

Mr. Mahawira's voice was as if like lightning, snatching in the ears. What am I supposed to do? Or how should I answer? Only two questions came to my head. I really can't move. Mr. Mahawira's gaze seemed to make the surroundings darken.

All he has now is his eyes as the only light I can see.

"I mean what Master? M-intention from accompany—"

"Yes. You and I slept together."

Wasn't it clear from the beginning? That is what Mr. Mahawira means. He and I slept together, in the same place without being separated by anything. But .. I don't fully believe it yet. Is this just a dream?

For the umpteenth time, my tongue felt faint. Even to gulp it feels like I can't. Anyone, please come and get me out of this situation!

For a long time I was silent, Mr. Mahawira laughed softly.

"Of course you won't, right? I'm guessing."

Slowly, Mr. Mahawira moved away from me, even his eyes no longer looked at me.

"I'm sorry I said no. You ... go back to sleep."

"T-Master, why did you suddenly—"

"No need to think about it. I've been under stress lately."

Mr. Mahawira stood up, then stepped up to the door. "Sorry to interrupt your break. Now, you can go back to sleep."

Then closed my bedroom door.

Still I wonder why Mr Mahawira suddenly asked for something I might not be able to fulfill? It is not impossible, there is a possibility, just not at that moment.

"Sorry, my lord," I said inwardly, then closed my eyes again.

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The music from the punched drums resounded, the resulting rhythm made the people dance happily. I really don't know who's having that show outside the palace. I woke up this morning with that noise.

"What's up, huh?" ask me alone.

I snuck into the crowd to see what was really going on. I carried the crowd until it managed to arrive at the front position.

So, I see, huh?

After seeing what was in front, I understood why Mr. Mahawira asked me to sleep with him. Why did I forget? Wh why? Wh why? Wh why?

I looked at Mr. Mahawira who did not show a smile at all. With the crown perched on top of the head, a woman sat down near the handsome man.

They were surrounded by bodyguards, complete with spears and shields, lined up as if no one could get close to the two.

"Mr Mahawira ..," I said.

It's free, Mr. Mahawira won't hear my voice. The sound of happy melodic music does not make my master's heart happy.

Why do I just remember that Mr. Mahawira refused his betrothal to the princess of the Kingdom of Simaseba?

I don't know what I'm feeling. I don't know. Suddenly I thought life would end from today. Suddenly I felt like nothing would ever get me excited again.

The music stopped suddenly, but I also did not raise my head because of the sadness of the heart that continued to hit. Have I fallen in love with Mr Mahawira? That fast? Or ... since when?

Not long after, I felt my hand held tightly by someone. However, I had not had the chance to face the front, my body was forcefully pulled. A pair of legs I saw running, and I could only follow in the footsteps of the one who pulled my hand.

After facing the face, checking who the person who dared to pull and take me was, it turned out he was ... Mr. Mahawira.

The man smiled at me for the first time.

"Mr ...."

"Come, run! Save me!" he said by adding tightly to my hand.

The guards ran in droves after us.

"Hey! Young Master! Where are you going?!" shout them.

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