THE SECOND MARRIAGE
FARTED AGAIN

Fadila hugged her husband tightly while crying. He regretted his poorly controlled self-control and his trauma that had not completely disappeared.

Until the woman can control her feelings and stop her crying.

When the wife had calmed down, then Arnan stared intently at the butler who had been disheveled due to Fadila's actions.

"Today you were fired, too" said Arnan who made the woman lift her head which had been lowered since.

"Why is that, Young Master? What's my fault? I went into that room just to deliver clothes" he said.

"What clothes? I've been putting Young Master and Young Madam's clothes in since the afternoon" said the waiter who does take care of the clothes and other laundry.

"Shut up! Don't interfere" the former butler snapped at the servant who spoke earlier.

The waiter was shocked, as well as the other waiters.

"Done all her clothes and belongings." The two maids immediately moved towards the former butler's room like Arnan's orders.

"No! Don't fire me, Young Master." His cry as he approached Arnan was about to touch the man's feet.

Fadila's hand first brushed off the hand of the woman who was about to touch her husband's feet. Fadila also pulled the husband behind her body.

Protecting Arnan from a truly shameless actor.

"You deserve that because you can't appreciate my wife and kids. Don't think I don't know what you did to my son's clothes this afternoon. And also how you treat the other servants."

Arnan's words made the waiter nervous. He was always acting arbitrarily to other servants and often ordered to be served like a host.

"Triding on someone's clothes will still be used intentionally. It is the same as stepping on the self-esteem of the owner of the clothes. Because his clothes are the most needed protection. Although it looks simple what you do, but in fact it has a different meaning," said Arnan.

"I'm sorry, Young Master. I promise I won't do that again, don't fire me" the woman looked at Arnan.

"Introduce him to the employee's distribution foundation where he belongs. There is no need for workers who cannot respect my family" Arnan said with a sharp and unfriendly look at the manly woman.

A servant who knew from which foundation the woman came immediately informed. A security guard ordered a taxi. The others herded the arrogant former butler outside their master's house happily.

While Fadila in the arms of Arnan returned to their room.

"Eat him so women do not be strange," said the owner of the negligee who used the former butler.

"How does it feel to be fired? Can't be arrogant anymore you are now" said the others.

"That's a result of being super-powered and fantasizing too much."

"Yes right, fantasizing about being the hostess of this house. Yes where the Young Master wants to be with you, while his wife is so beautiful."

"Shame the women only you."

The former butler was carried to the front of the gate. After the taxi came they put the arrogant woman in and waved at the taxi that had already driven.

"Da da... be careful on the road huh?"

"Don't forget to sew the negligee, the armpit is broad."

"It's fine there, huh?"

After the taxi was not seen again, the servants entered with a relieved heart. Finally the arrogant and pretentious butler had already left and would not come back again.

There will be no one to pester their work and give them strange orders.

While in the main room of the luxury house, Arnan still hugged his wife tightly while peeping Fadila's forehead.

"I'm sorry I was an anarchist, Mom."

Arnan smiled at his wife. Anxiously he kissed long ago the lips of Fadila.

"No problem baby, this is the last time. Mas, do not want you to do something like that, not Mas defending him. But it would be better if you beat a girl like her in an elegant way."

Fadila raised her face looking at Arnan.

"You have to prove that you're a classy woman. All the problems you have to face in a beautiful way. So people will be reluctant and feel hesitant if they want to find trouble with you," said Arnan.

Arnan chuckled while looking at his mischievous wife.

"Mas, more tempted as you dear. Even if you wear full and covered clothes like this." The man touched Fadila's shirt button and opened it.

"Mas, what do you want?" Fadila asked when she realized what her husband was doing.

"Sst, I just want to prove it to you. If you're the only one who can seduce and quiver with just a look in the eye." Arnan blinked his eyes.

Fadila bit her lower lip embarrassed to hear her husband say. Letting your husband do what he wants.

And Arnan's touch was able to make Fadila calm completely and feel very wanted husband. Not to mention Arnan who often praised him with his sweet words.

.......

This morning Anan was ready with his small suitcase which was dragged by the boy himself. Anan approached his parents' room and knocked on the door.

"Mommy! Daddy's! Let's get on the plane" he said.

"We go down first, Little Young Master. Maybe Mami and Daddy haven't woken up yet" said a waiter who has been with Anan since.

"No, Bi. I want a locust on his plane. Daddy promised to catch a plane to the beach."

Anan again banged on the big door in front of him while shouting back.

"Mommy! Daddy's! Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

The door opened and revealed Arnan who was also dragging a suitcase in his hand.

"Oh my goodness, Daddy's hotshot. Why are you screaming, son?" Ask the man to close the door.

"Daddy said this we want to go, but Daddy and Mami haven't woke up yet." Anan pouted cross-sectionally while looking at Arnan.

"Daddy and Mami have been awake since then, son. It was still in the suitcase," said Arnan who aligned his height with Anan.

"Mami, where?" Ask the boy who did not find his mother.

"Mommy, here."

Fadila exited her room and closed the door behind her.

"Well, Mami's son is ready apparently. Who's got his clothes on, son?" Ask.

"So the Aunt I asked for help" Anan said as she hugged her mother's leg.

"Thank you, Bi."

Fadila smiled at the middle-aged woman who had been standing before them.

"Together, Young Madam. It is my duty to vantage in this house, to serve the Young Master's family without exception," the woman smiled.

Fadila nodded then looked down at her son who was now holding her hand.

"Let's go get a bitch, Mami." Ask him to be impatient.

"Alright, Boy. But bring your own suitcase, will you?" Arnan pointed at the small suitcase belonging to Anan that was near his feet.

"Why finely bring sandili, Dadsy?" Anan asked looking at the tall man.

"From today, Anan must learn to be responsible for himself. Bathe and dress yourself, bring your own belongings and do everything yourself while you can. Because strong and great men should be able to do everything themselves," said Arnan with a confident face.

Anan who heard her daddy sayings so felt excited.

"Ready, Daddy. I'm already besal so I can bring the sendili bag."

The boy pulled out his suitcase and approached Fadila again and walked with the mother.

Arnan himself on the other side and joined Fadila as well.

"Hopefully there will be no more actors" said the servant's aunt sincerely as she stared at her employer's family.