Poison of Love Arsenio
Last night at Rainier Palace

Arsenio entered the apartment with an uncharacteristic look. He took off the black blazer, then threw it just like that onto the sofa.

Binar, who was busy watching German learning on television and seemed unaware of her husband's presence, jumped in shock when Arsenio suddenly threw herself next to Binar.

“Rain, what's up?” The beam caught an unusual highlight of those bright brown eyes. Arsenio's handsome face looked lethargic and tangled.

The husband did not answer immediately. He leaned in and then fell silent with glaring eyes. Arsenio propped up her chin with her elbows resting on her knees.

“Rain?” He had to call her twice.

Arsenio stuttered, then immediately turned to the worried wife. “Honey,” she smiled while watching the shady face of Binar. A beautiful face that can always shed all her anxiety.

Kissed her lips ranum Binar, soft and deep. The sensation never changed, just like the first time he kissed her, exactly two years ago in front of the waterfall.

Unsatisfied with just kissing, Arsenio stripped Binar of his clothes and started doing his favorite activities on the television room sofa until some time passed. Arsenio gasped for a moment after reaching the peak of pleasure, then collapsed on top of his wife's body.

“Tumben, Rain. Usually you have to clean yourself first before ... before .. um,” Binar stamped, then puffed lips. Another adorable demeanor that always manages to paralyze the logic of an Arsenio.

“I want to do this for a while, Darling,” Arsenio clutches the innocent body of Binar under her body. He neutralized the heartbeats that were crazy before telling his burden to the wife.

“Why are you, Rain? Is there a problem in the office?” ask Binar carefully.

Arsenio replied with a soft slit while hiding the face in the groove of Binar's neck.

“Then, why?” Binar was getting curious.

“Mandi first, yuk,” Arsenio as if not intend to answer. He pulled Binar's hand, then carried her to the bathroom.

Moments later, the couple came out of the bathroom in a fresh body wrapped in a towel.

Arsenio dries her hair using a small towel while glazing in front of the sink mirror. While Binar lighted the hair dryer while restoring her beautiful hair.

The young woman's tail paused on the figure of the husband who looked so charming through the reflection of a mirror. Honey, his handsome face looks so moody. “Rain, please. What was? Don't worry me,” complained Binar with eyes that can not be separated from the shadow of the husband.

Arsenio chuckled softly before replying. “You want good news first, or bad news first?” bargained for.

“Good news only,” replied Binar quickly.

Arsenio laughed again, then put her little towel over her head. “The good news is .. I got a promotion. Mr. Normand has a subsidiary engaged in property development. He appointed me to lead that company,”.

The sparkle immediately went wild. His mouth is also wide open. He then turned his body to Arsenio. “That's true, Rain?” he cried in disbelief.

“Iya, Darling,” Arsenio smiles widely. “Mr Normand entrusted me with the post of CEO,”.

“Congratulations yes, Rain. I'm really proud of you,” the young lady's beautiful eyes glazed over. Soon she hugged Arsenio tightly.

“Then, what's the bad news?” binar asked after he remembered that the husband had not mentioned any bad news.

“Um,” Arsenio tightened a hug with a soft-turned-eye look. “Papa's sick, Honey. He was hospitalized in Amsterdam,” the handsome man replied in the end.

“Sick?” Binar unraveled her embrace. “Then, let's look at papa, Rain. Can't you take a few days off until the weekend?” suggestion Binar.

“Good then. Just ask for your leave and we leave for Amsterdam,” said Binar enthusiastically.

“Binar .. .” Arsenio deliberately hung up her sentence.

“Hm?” Binar looked at the husband with a plain look.

“You must be ready if papa expels us,” continued Arsenio a moment later.

“That's no problem, Rain. If if we are not allowed to enter the room, we can still see from afar,” said Binar.

Arsenio seemed to be thinking deeply, before she finally nodded slowly. “Alright, tomorrow I will apply for leave. The day after we left,” broke up.

As planned, after obtaining a leave of absence for three days, Arsenio and Binar left for Amsterdam by train. They left from Berlin's main station to Amsterdam station. The journey took six hours.

Arriving in the Dutch capital, the birthplace of Arsenio, Arsenio did not immediately go to the hospital where the father was treated. He first headed to the Rainier family residence in a luxury residential area in the city center.

Again the Binar was made stunned by the luxury of the four-story building. The Rainier family home in Jakarta that was visited by Binar first, seemed small when compared to the magnificent residence in front of him today.

“Come,” Arsenio helped his wife get out of the taxi, then took her inside the main building. There, several servants in uniform, immediately welcomed the arrival of Lievin's eldest son Rainier.

“Welkom, Jonge Meester (Welcome, Young Master),” welcome one of the oldest looking waiters.

“Thank you, Betje. How are you?” Arsenio served the middle-aged woman in front of him with a friendly smile. “Binar, introduce. Name's Betje. He has worked for decades in our family. In the past, Betje was the one who took care of me when I was a child,” he explained while turning to his wife.

Binar smiled and nodded. He doesn't talk much, because he doesn't speak Dutch at all. However, Binar also briefly shook the hand of the Dutch woman.

“Do you want to rest in the room, Jonge Meester?” bargain Betje who seemed to understand that his young master was tired and needed rest. Incidentally, time has gone by.

“Sure, Betje. It seems like a good idea. Tomorrow morning, we will just visit papa in the hospital,” explained Arsenio without being asked.

“Jonge Meester Fabien and Grote dame (big lady) have been in the hospital since a week ago. Only occasionally they return home,” explained Betje while directing the husband and wife to Arsenio's room located on the top floor.

Binar doesn't talk much. He admired more the interior of the house and the interior of Arsenio's rooms are neat and neat.

“This is the room occupied by Mr. Arsenio since childhood, Young Madam. His position still remains like this. Not changed at all,” Betje explained in Dutch, so Arsenio had to translate it for Binar.

"Oh," the young lady's eyes sparkled as she listened to Arsenio's explanation. Betje was getting ready to leave the room.

“Good rest, Ladies and gentlemen,” Betje farewells while half-bending.

“Bedankt (thank you), Betje,” reply Arsenio while closing the room door. His attention was then distracted at the astonished looking Binar observing every corner of his room.

“How? Do you like it here?” Arsenio wrapped her hands around Binar's waist and hugged his wife from behind.

“It feels like I can't believe it,” chirps Binar, making Arsenio frown.

“Can't believe what?” ask the lovely guy.

“Do not believe that I can go into your childhood room and sleep in your family residence,” replied Binar with a vibrating voice.