The Successor's Wife of the President
wife desire 2

In kitchen...

At first Mr. Ragil was confused, when he knew Arga back down to the ground floor even now was in the spacious kitchen in the main house. With a few servants nearby.

Yep... The young master suddenly entered the kitchen area and asked the waiter to open a special luxury side by side refrigerator that only contained fresh fruits and vegetables.

Of course, the two servants were quick to agree. Holding one door and opening wide in front of him. Arga thought for a moment while shaking his waist. Then start pointing.

"Apples, kiwis, oranges. Two each." His ink before shifting to a marble table nearby. Another servant prepared a cutting board and a knife, then placed it in front of Young Master Arga Sanjaya.

"Sir, actually without needing you to come here. I'll definitely cut and deliver straight to your room."

"No need, I did it because I wanted to." The man took one of his apples. Seemed silent for a moment while observing the fruit in the hand. He seems confused, between cutting or peeled first.

"Let me peel, sir."

"I said no!" Arga immediately took the initiative to peel it. Because Mr. Ragil who wants to help as if giving a gala answer. Keep it peeled first, it's the right order. That is how his heart is.

"Let me do it." Unceasingly the middle-aged man persuaded Arga who was peeling the skin of an apple with a thickness that was not approximately.

"I told you I was. My wife wanted to eat the fruit from the peel of my own hand," replied without turning her head. His gaze seemed to focus following the movement of the blade on the fruit in his hand.

But this is too thick sir. You even throw away a lot of meat. Mr. Ragil who felt affection just saturate.

"Then I'll help you hurry up, okay?" Should reach for the kiwi but the sharp glances of Arga undo his intentions.

"Don't touch that fruit. I told you to just let me!"

"All right, sir." Mr. Ragil relented. Although the gaze of the eyes that hinted at love on the skin of the fruit that is still a lot of meat is now a waste.

"Daraharhh..." The man accidentally scratched his own finger. Of course it makes some people including Mr. Ragil panic.

"You've scratched a knife, sir."

"Leave it. It's okay..." A small grimace while putting the knife in his hand, while the injured hand was seen shaking.

A quick-witted waiter retrieving a medicine box ran up to Arga again to treat him.

It turns out not easy, just peeling one fruit has hurt the hand. Arga was silent when his hand was treated by Mr. Ragil, before a piece of plaster wrapped his scratched finger.

"Let me continue."

"Mr didn't hear if I wanted to do this for my Wife?!" Arga slightly raised his voice to make Mr. Ragil again succumbed he also let the young master peel the fruits even though several times the part of his hand must be scratched by a sharp knife. Either at the time of peeling or maybe when cutting.

All the fruit is now peeled. Of course with an irregular shape. Most of the fruit that is peeled Arga becomes smaller than its size because much is wasted with the skin.

Arga raised his left hand. There were about three plaster wounds that bandaged part of his fingers and the side of his palm.

Although his left hand felt sore, Arga remained satisfied. Because he managed to do his job. All was clear from his spirited widening smile.

"Have you been recorded?" Ask the waiter who is holding the handycam.

"Yes, Sir."

"good. Sin the camera." Put one hand out. After the handycam is in hand, Arga immediately appreciates the plate containing pieces of fruit that are very ugly in shape and then brings it out of the kitchen.

Of course Mr. Ragil himself immediately followed, while the others hurriedly cleared up the rest of Arga's horrendous work in the kitchen.

"You heard that? Master did this for Miss Arumi, isn't it a dream. Well, how does his wife feel, huh?" A servant whispered to the other.

"I didn't expect it, despite his arrogance. Young Master seems that sweet. Kyaaaa. You saw her smile, didn't you? I just saw him smile like that for the first time."

"Yeahaa..."

"Goldemmm!" The silence of Mr. Ragil who suddenly returned made them drowsy and continued his work.

Cklaafck...

Arum put down the pregnancy book he had read since when he heard Arga go into their room.

"It's your fruit." Arga placed a plate containing pieces of fruit in front of Arumi with a little hiding the injured other hand. Of course Arum is very enthusiastic even though his lips are tightly closed because he wants to laugh at the form of the fruit that is really bad.

"It's really you who cut?"

"you think?"

I certainly believe, baby. Because Pak Ragil's pieces of fruit are neat and nice not like this... (Arumy)

"It's proof I actually peeled and cut the fruit myself for you." Handycam.

Arum watch at a glance but made moved at once funny.

I can imagine what the glass was like in the kitchen.

"Dear, thank you." Arum grabs Arga's left arm and pulls the man to sit by her side. However, it was like something was strange. It was like hiding his hands behind his back.

"Eat, why look at it?" Arga was sitting nearby.

"I'll eat. But bribe me..."

"Hahah! I think my job is done." Grumbled but still grabbed his fork before putting the piece of fruit into the wife's mouth. "How does it feel?"

"It certainly tastes like fruit in general. Just more special."

"really?"

"Of course it's dear."

"Ask no more, you will." Put the fork down before rubbing the wife's head in a fit of anxiety.

"Seriously, you're gonna cut this fruit for me again."

"Of course Mr. Ragil will do it. You think I'm gonna bother like this?" His intention is to joke. However, because Arga's face is no look funny be serious. Just look, Arum who directly moved his lips. Until a thin grin rose on Arga's lips faded the haughty look earlier. Arum's eyes focused on the hand hidden behind.

"Why is your left hand behind? Are you hiding something?"

"Hide what? There's no."

"Don't lie." Arum pulled Arga's left hand and found some plaster wound on his hand. "Oh my goodness..."

"Small injuries only. Yeah, that's how bad your husband is. But relax, it'll heal quickly."

"It's not that, baby. I'll feel guilty, but you can resist my will hard."

"Where might I refuse the request of the woman who is raising my seed in her womb? I'm doing this because I want to do anything for you."

Both Arum's eyes glazed over. Suddenly she felt guilty for trying to kill her husband.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I won't ask you to cut fruit for me again."

"Why is that? Ask every day, because I'll do it."

Arumi bit down her lips. "I love you..."

Arga smiled faintly, he could see the sparkling sincerity from his wife's eyes.

"Me too, Arumi."

Hearing that answer, Arum immediately kissed her husband's lips briefly. They laughed before Arga finally grabbed the lover's face and re-attached their lips long enough.