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The sound of a bell ringing. The goddess walked out to open her guests.
Dewi pulled the door handle, seeing Indra who was already standing behind the door. The man reviews his sneaky smile, then goes into the house of the Goddess without being invited first by the owner of the house.
"It looks like Auntie is very comfortable living here" Indra said grinning.
"Would you like to come here?" ask the Goddess with sarcasm.
"I? In here? Of course to meet my beautiful aunt. If not, why am I here" the man said as innocent.
"Since the owner of the house does not allow me to sit, then I will be presumptuous to sit here," Indra continued dropping her butt on one of the chairs in the middle room.
The goddess snorted annoyed. He slightly stomped his feet, then sat in the other chair.
"How's Auntie? How can Arumi take over everything. Didn't Auntie try to snatch it from the girl? Girls who are not Aunt's children," said Indra.
"Why do you ask me? Shouldn't you be the one defending it? Why is it that Arumi could easily snatch that position from you? You should be thinking!" tukas Goddess.
Indra laughed loudly at the words of the Goddess. Shortly after, he also kicked the table while staring intently at the Goddess.
The goddess was immediately shocked because of Indra's actions. The woman chose to turn her gaze the other way as Indra stared at her with a piercing gaze.
"Did Aunt forget? I could have destroyed Auntie in a flash," the man laughed loudly.
"Re-capture at any cost, or I'll make Aunt regret it later" the man threatened.
After saying so, Indra immediately went from the house of the Goddess. The man bit his lips, then smiled smirk because he felt that the threat would work and bring good luck to him later.
While the Goddess, the woman snorted in annoyance after getting the threat from Indra. His eyes turned red, looking towards the door that was still open.
"Abue .!!" the Goddess was frustrated.
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Arumi is currently checking some of the emails Samuel sent her. With the glasses perched on the trunk of her nose, Arumi looked even sweeter. The girl read one by one the incoming emails.
There was a knocking on the door. Arumi told him to come in because he knew that the one who knocked on the door was definitely one of the servants he told him to make hot chocolate for him.
The hot chocolate was placed on the table. "Thank you" Arumi said without looking at who was in front of her.
"Is there anything I can help you with? It seems like you are very busy." there was a baritone voice saying the sentence.
Arumi immediately rounded her eyes perfectly. He looked up, looking at who was in front of him at this moment.
"Fahri, ..." the girl muttered.
"Even you just realized that what came was me" Fahri chuckled.
A few minutes ago, Arumi did tell one of her servants to make herself hot chocolate. The girl checked several incoming emails while waiting for her hot chocolate to arrive.
Fahri had just come out of his room. He saw the waiter passing in front of him with a tray.
"For Arumi?" ask Fahri.
"Yes, sir" the servant chimpanzees.
"Let me give it to you" Fahri said.
"Alright, it's Master." the waiter immediately offered his tray to Fahri.
"I'm sorry to bother Mr. Fahri" the waiter continued.
"It's okay. After all I asked her from aunt," said the man while commenting on a smile.
After giving the tray, the waiter immediately resigned from the presence of Fahri. The man looked at Arumi's room while reviewing her smile. As a result, he also delivered the hot chocolate to his wife.
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Fahri and Arumi are currently sitting in front of the terrace. Both of them enjoyed the drinks in front of them.
After Fahri delivers hot chocolate to her. Arumi was determined to make her husband a similar drink.
Both of them stared at the sky that night. At times Arumi closed his eyes, inhaling the night air with great greed and took it out slowly.
"The stress I'm experiencing is gradually disappearing" Arumi muttered.
"Are you feeling stressed?" ask Fahri.
"Yes slightly. However, the way of healing was this simple," the woman chimed in.
Fahri reviewed his smile, then again threw his gaze forward. "I used to feel the same way. I had a lot of stress from being caught between defending or having to let go." Fahri started his story.
"However, my medicine is but one, that of you. At first I thought that at my wedding this time, without any love, it would be worse than before. But I was wrong, you made me forget a little bit about my dark past" Fahri said with a smile looking at Arumi.
"I remember what you said while we were on pilgrimage at the graves of my parents. You seem to be convincing them that this marriage will not fail. My question is one. Are you sure? We are married to each other only. Not to love. Can you?" fahri asked staring into Arumi's bead of eyes.
"Will that love not grow with time?" arumi asked Fahri.
"Let's just say this wedding is a try. If you are lucky, you will get a very satisfying gift. But if you are not lucky, then you must accept that defeat" the girl said.
"But this time I want us in a lucky position. You're lucky to get me, and I'm lucky to get you. Not mutually beneficial in terms of money or business. But in terms of comfort that you never get before. I want to be a little meaningful in your life even if it's impossible for you. I want to try it, I want to do it" Arumi said at length.
Fahri who was about to sip his drink immediately undoes his intentions. I don't know what kind of woman Arumi is, she doesn't know. However, many things make Fahri look different than before.
The way Arumi always paid attention to him. Where the girl never once underestimated Fahri even though they were different like heaven and earth. Even Arumi makes Fahri look on par with him without having to drop the man's pride. He seemed to raise degrees Fahri who previously had no self-esteem at all.
"I am something you pick up from the streets. You made me something beautiful. You also raised my degree to this day. You are luck to me. But can we make that luck happen in a different way?" fahri asked looking at Arumi with a serious face.
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