The Successor's Wife of the President
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In the kitchen, a girl was washing the leftover dishes for lunch. Without being told the girl had been working on it, not because she was diligent. You know Denna is not a diligent girl who is the hope of mothers-in-law.

He deliberately washed the dishes in slow motion to avoid awkwardness because he was alone with Tomi's secretary in the living room.

"I was tired, wanted to take a nap or just lay on a cool bed. But, there's no way I'm sleeping in the room while there's the ice master awake while everyone's resting." Denna took a long breath. "What's the fate of the episode I haven't written. Hiks, I miss Zack's character in my own novel."

Cloth... Clantiising. The sound of the plate clashing with the other plate sounded loud.

Denna rubbed his forehead with the back of his wrist rubbing the children's piercing hair to cause the effect of itching. He also turned his body.

"Baby branch...!" Surprised when a man in a grey jacket stood at the door expressionless. "A–what are you doing there?" Exclaiming his chest, he momentarily thought Secretary Tomi was an apparition.

"I want to talk" he replied casually.

If you want to talk why not say. Silence as a demon!

"Speak what?" Denna squeezes a washcloth. Drying both her wet hands.

"Can you help me, persuade your friend to come home?" His ink was flat-pitched.

"Dissuade?" Lean on the sink table with your hands crossed in front of your chest. "You asked for help to persuade him, just as I support you win the bet, dong."

Oh yea. That bet, it seems I've been wrong to ask for his help. (Tomie)

"I have a lot of work, while the two men don't want to go home. Come on, you should go home too, right? Do you have a job?"

"Uuummm, how, huh?" Tapping his chin with his index finger. "I'm unemployed, tuh. So no problem, want a week, two weeks, or even as far as we know here. I'm free..."

A year?! Just be right!

"Your life's really that dark, huh? You should be very proud to call yourself unemployed."

"Whatever you say. The important thing is that I'm happy, to be a wife in my halftime."

"Wife, the pestilence?" Tomi frowned.

"That's it, you won't understand." Sticking at the back of his own hand which slightly bent directionally towards him.

"Yes I won't understand. Because I've never been as unemployed as you. How cute your parents are. You must be a burden on their lives."

"Hei–" Denna was a little upset. Look at that smile. Fuck up!

"Back to the original topic. I'll give you an interesting offer, is there anything you want?"

"Needle?" Denna was silent. –actually I was looking to replace my laptop with a tab to make it more flexible to carry everywhere. But what power, snacks are better than saving.

"iPad for 12.9 inches. If you want to persuade Miss Arumi to return to Jakarta, I'll give you that." Like being able to read Denna's mind. Tomi immediately thought of offering an iPad.

A–apa? iPad for over thirty million? –Denna dropped her chin. Open your mouth as wide as possible. His hand patted his chest suddenly the heart in it stopped for a moment.

"When you look at your expression you seem to agree."

The girl clenched her hands in front of her mouth, cleared her throat.

"So?" Ask Secretary Tomi.

"What's that? It's obvious I won't trade my best friend's heart for expensive things? that's right." Denna stepped out past Tomi's secretary. The man still remained silent there expressionless.

I have to find Arumi! Where did he go, huh? Denna hastily grabbed her phone calling Arumi.

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A few moments later...

Denna suddenly rested in front of Arumi with a clear look. Of course it makes women who are drinking mineral water in the kitchen surprised.

"Denna, what are you doing?"

"Rum, we really should go home. I think it's been enough. You must make peace for Si Utun." Stirring Arumi's stomach.

"Why are you? Suddenly asked me to come to Jakarta. We promised you a week here."

"I changed my mind. I have a deadline, Rum. Here the signal is a little difficult to open the website." Putting both hands in front of the chest. "Let's just go home. Not bad for the fare, I've never been on a private jet either." Smirks.

What's the girl, anyway? Is he sick. Last morning when Mr. Arga came he warned me not to easily fall. Why is it changing so quickly?

"Arumi, come on."

"I can't Denna."

"But don't you feel sorry for your husband who's come all the way here to make amends? That's an incredible sacrifice. Usually if in a novel drama; when the PU women crave over time, the author will be accused of elongating the story for the sake of funan. Even though the payday every month is not necessarily. So that's it, all right, yeah?!" Pleads very strongly.

"What are you talking about?" Arumi nodded his head not understanding. Let it go. But immediately arrested Denna who immediately hugged Arumi's leg even squeezed him all with her own legs.

"Come on Arumi, come home. We're going to Jakarta."

"It– what the hell, anyway?" Arum tries to break away from Denna's grip.

"I like to be sick in cold weather. So we have to go back. Yeah, yeah..." For the sake of the expensive iPad that I can show to my writer friends, Arumi. Please, come make peace with your husband.

"Denna, off!"

"I'm not going to let go."

"Hey...! But my feet are ticklish." Arum kept hitting his best friend's shoulder.

"I don't care until you say you're ready to go back...!!"

On the other hand, there was a man standing by the door without the two people noticing.

"Not that cheap he said? Not consistent!" Tomi pulled half her lips smiling sinisterly. He turned his body away from there.