The Marriage of Mr. Arogan
Watermelon

The handsome face, the firm forehead, the ideal posture of the women, having a smart brain, the jungle of treasures and respected by many, he is Arsen Winston. In the eyes of many, Arsen was the most perfect creation of God. But in Amey's eyes, Arsen was just an ordinary man who had a bad temper.

Even so, Amey still loved her husband sincerely and accepted all the cold man's shortcomings. Arsenic purity has masked her haughty and stubborn nature. In fact, he always obeyed his wife's wishes even though the request was sometimes strange.

But behind the strange request, Amey always takes it into account. Just a small example, Amey also often obeys Arsen's will, which is to conduct conjugal relations in accordance with Arsen's prescribed round, although often beyond the limits of human thought.

Since Amey was pregnant, round after round slowly began to decline. The struggle that used to last twelve hours, now only lasts for three hours, because given the condition of Amey who should not be exhausted.

"Are you sure of your plan?"

"Hm." Arsen nodded while combing his hair.

"alright. I hope the thing we're afraid of, won't happen."

"I hope so too." Arsen walked over towards Amey. "Honey, I'm going to the office first," kissed Amey on the forehead.

"Yes Dear. Be careful on the road."

Arsen walked backwards as if he did not want to let go of his eyes on Amey.

"Darling, you'll fall."

"I've fallen" stared fixedly at Amey. "You have made me fall for you" winked her next eye.

Amey wriggling. "I get goosebumps at your words."

"Hahah, all right, honey. I'm leaving."

Amey smiled at her husband's behavior. Seeing the shadow of Arsen disappearing behind the door, Amey grabbed her phone from the top of the nightstand and called someone.

(Conversations on the phone)

"Hello Eggie."

"Good morning, Young Madam."

"Eggie, come to the mansion now. There's something important I want to talk about."

"Okay, Madam."

Amey cut off her phone. He then came down from the bed with a body without a piece of clothing because of the struggle last night. Amey went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up.

***

A beautiful woman got out of her car. He was greeted by Elis in front of the mansion. "Secretary Eggie?"

"Yes. I want to meet Young Madam."

"Let's come with me."

Elis led Eggie into the mansion. Upon arrival inside, he was greeted by Amey sitting on the living room couch enjoying tea.

"Sit down, Eggie," said Amey.

Eggie lowered her head and immediately sat down beside Amey.

"Did Arsen tell you?"

"Here you go, madam."

"Then?"

"I'll do as planned."

"Did you mind?"

"No, Mistress. This is my job."

Amey nodded in understanding as she brewed her tea. He remembered something but felt bad to ask.

"Mrs, I have something to say."

"What's that?"

Eggie grabbed the cup from the table and brewed the tea. He then put the cup back on the table.

"I'm sorry, Madam."

"Why are you apologizing. Did you make a mistake?"

"Yes. I made a fatal mistake."

Amey scrunched her forehead. He guessed in his heart the meaning of the words of a woman sitting in front of him.

"Are you starting to like Rion?" amey suddenly.

The deg!

Eggie widened her eyes. He could not believe that Amey bluntly said that sentence.

"Is my attitude too conspicuous?" ask Eggie.

"No. I'm just guessing it."

"Once again forgive me Madam."

"Don't apologize to me. You are innocent. But ... There's something odd in my mind."

"If Madam doesn't mind, Madam can tell me."

"Hm ... Don't you have any feelings for Mark?"

Again Eggie was surprised by Amey's words. He did not think that his Young Madam, with such ease, asked him a sacred question.

"Thus .. uhuk!"

"Drink more tea" said Amey offering tea.

"You haven't answered my question, Eggie."

"I don't have any feelings for Mr. Mark."

"Is it because you love Rion?"

"I don't know, either, Madam. At first I thought if I still had feelings for Mr. Mark and hoped to be back with him. But it turns out I was wrong. As time goes by, Mr. Collin has made me comfortable, and he succeeded Mr. Mark."

Amey took a deep breath. Her lips are hard to speak.

"I'm sorry I've been presumptuous."

"It's okay, Eggie. If you need a friend to confide in, please come to me. I will always be faithful to listen to your outpouring."

"Thank you, Madam. But I can't. The madam is my superior, and I am only the subordinate of the Madam."

"Why indeed? It's not wrong if an employee and his boss become friends? Relax Eggie, I'm not the kind of person who is indifferent to his subordinates. I am the kind of person who is easy to be friends with. So don't hesitate to tell a story with me," patted Eggie on the shoulder.

Eggie could only smile a little. He could not argue with his boss. Although it was hard to be informal with his Boss, but he had to do it, because for Eggie it was an order.

***

Tok .. tok .

"Ahhhh noisy!!" a woman shouted from inside the room.

"On the count of three you don't wake up, pack your things and get out of my house!"

Hearing that familiar voice made the woman who was sleeping soundly, wide open and immediately ran towards the door. Not to forget also he wiped his saliva that had filled his face.

"One ..."

"Two ..."

"Yeahaaaa Grandma, I'm coming!"

The woman, who was none other than Jenifer, opened the door to her room.

"What time is it?!" doris asked raise the tone.

"Mom, I'm on holiday today! I'm not working today" scratched his head while yawning.

"How old are you, huh? Are you senile?! You volunteered to accompany me shopping at the market!"

Jen patted her eel. "Geez I forgot, Grandma."

"Hurry and clean yourself up. You look buriqqqq!! Grandma wait downstairs."

"Good, Grandma."

Jen took the towel and headed for the bathroom. As fast as lightning he cleansed his body because he knew that Doris was not the type to wait.

Moments later, Jen catches up with Doris who is already in front of her bike.

"Come on, we're leaving."

Both men headed to the nearest market. As usual, Jen always accompanied Doris to shop for their needs for one month. After arriving at their subscription market, Jen parked her motorcycle in the parking lot.

Jen was shocked when Doris very quickly ran into the market. "Miss! Wait for me."

"Come on Jen, don't be slow!"

Jen followed the steps of her Grandmother so quickly. Instantly he saw a very large poster on the face of the mockery.

"Massive discount .. "grey Jen, read the post on the poster. "Have a hard time Grandma ran like a starving Helder!"

"Heh luckknuttt's grandson! I heard it!"

"I'm sorry, Grandma," said Jen, smiling wryly.

Although it's umuran, but Doris's ears still function well. Especially when Jen likens it to their pet dog named Helder.

"Whoever?!" murmured Doris while sticking out her tongue. He immediately went to the shelf to pick up watermelon fruit that looks tempting. It just so happened that the fruit was the only one left.

Eager to grab his favorite fruit, Doris ran quickly. But very dearly, a large and sturdy hand had already taken it from the top of the shelf.

"Give me back!" shouted Doris emotion.

The man who had taken the watermelon first, only looked at Doris with half a raised forehead. A moment later he ignored Doris and walked towards the cashier.

"Heyyy bule no morals, stop you!" doris shouted so strongly that everyone looked at her.

The man stopped his steps. His face looks flat. He has not turned his body because he is still holding back emotions.

"Grandma, what's up screaming? Everyone is looking at you!" jen's whispered that looks embarrassed.

"Help Grandma snatch that watermelon from that mindless bule!" pointing at the man in front of him with his index finger.

Jen looked behind the man's back. "Hey, Sir! Don't you have manners toward older people? Give the watermelon back to my grandmother!" scream Jen.

The man could no longer hold back his nearly exploding anger. He turned his body. Damnit damnit! Who else is this rioter?! Inner man it is.

Jenifer was surprised not to be dumbfounded when she saw the face of the man standing in front of her. "Tu-sir, Mark!" surprised muttering. "Goddessaaaa! Die me!"

To be continued ...

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