The Successor's Wife of the President
connection caught wet

What do I have to answer if it's like this? it really makes me want to escape. (Tomie)

"Can you explain this?"

"Explain what about?"

"That's what Mr. Arga said about Lavender's publisher."

"Sorry, I'm enjoying the meal. Is not the rule in eating the most important food is to be quiet and enjoy it?" Tom is trying to avoid that question.

I want to learn a lot about this. But I don't feel good because Arumi's husband is here. (London)

Who was being touched in Denna's heart was busy feeding his wife.

"You eat a lot here, huh?" Arga acts relaxed as if invisible from Tomi and Denna's view.

"I love cooking, Mrs Ratih."

"Hohoho, you could be Arum." Bu Ratih who was praised immediately responded happily. They laughed a little.

"Then just take Mrs Ratih to the main house. You've just been more eager to eat it."

"Hahaha you could have been Mr." They look good, three of them. The two in front of each other were silent.

The stiff man glanced at Denna as the others chatted only he unceasingly glared at Tomi.

Are you really the one who bought the novel? If so, what is your reason? (The head of Denna)

Stop looking at me with a discriminating look (Tomi.)

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A few moments later...

The dining table is getting warmer. Make Bu Ratih offer another meal.

"This is the bowl, Arum. Let me fill it up again."

"Thank you, Mom. It's enough. I'm really full." Chuckles.

"Yes, huh? Then what about, sir?"

"That's enough, thank you," he replied, even if he only ate one small bowl of crab soup without another side dish.

Mrs Ratih smiled as well. That just made him grateful. Because people like Arga still want to taste his homemade food. Isn't that amazing?

Triiiiii... A phone ringing in her mother Denna's pocket screeched.

"Please continue. I came out for a while to take the phone." Pamit Bu Ratih shortly before breezing away.

"Deeeeemmmm... Honey, are you done?" Ask Arga.

"Had my husband." turned to her husband who had stood first.

"Then let's get out." Arga walked first while patting Tomi on the shoulder twice.

Ck, you must have intentionally left us. Tomi was still in a calm position, even though her mind was floating around. The man was still busy stuffing feed after mouthful of his food into his mouth.

"Secretary, what did that mean?"

"W-what. What, what do you mean?" Stuttered. The man had already completely died a flea.

"Lavender Publisher?"

"What's wrong with the publisher?" Answer me casually. Even though it was very much done.

Today I should have an appointment with the man who bought my book. And he was suddenly in the same cafe? –Denna began to analyze.

"Please explain, about buying books, the publisher of Lavender, and your arrival to the cafe."

The deg! Tomi is silent with perfect attitude.

"Don't shut up, I need an explanation."

"What needs to be explained? Isn't what Mr. Arga said just nonsense?"

Denna with her chin on her back stared at Tomi.

"You dare glare at me?" The salad after feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

Denna sighed. "I'm not sure it's just bullshit."

"The facts are like that."

"Isn't that a public place? Anyone has the right to come. So did I."

Very clever to answer! But, if you think about it, it is. However, the timing is very fitting. While I don't believe the world is narrow.

Tomi can catch the look of disbelief Denna showed her.

"Well... about the publisher? Andara Group is working with several publishers. Second, no one buys online novels for print. Especially me. Of course I won't waste time on that. Mr. Arga says it's just a fad."

"White? There's no sign of him prank."

"Me and you, who knows Mr Arga better?"

Yes, yes you first. There's no way I (Denna)

"Curtain!"

"Still hesitating?"

"Clearly...! Because it can't be a coincidence like that. You are in the cafe. While I was setting an appointment with someone."

"Just give it up." Tomi rubbed her mouth with a tissue. "I've finished eating. And since it's already evening so I have to return after saying goodbye to Mr. Arga. Say hello to your mother. Thanks for dinner."

Tomi nodded once giving her a greeting before exiting the eating area.

"Basic, men. Why is it so hard to answer yes. And if you're the one who did that, I'm not a problem."

I am safe tonight. But I hope afterwards it will be safe. –isi Tomi heart while waltzing away.

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At 23:00

The atmosphere of the house is empty. His mother and sister may have fallen asleep in their sleep. Denna herself was still awake, looking up at the sky from the window of her room near the desk.

Ctaaa... Ctiik... His thumb prickly pressed the top end of the ballpoint pen repeatedly.

"Really, I'm still curious. Is that really the guy who bought my novel?"

Pensive for a long time, considering that the stiff face was paddling him under the rain that suddenly fell.

As sincere as he looked at me.

Denna looked to the right side. A white swish pouch became the center of his attention at this time. Slowly his hand grabbed the crackle.

"Just this time, there's a guy who's gonna buy a sanitary pad like this." His lips smiled faintly again realizing all the brands of pads were in the bag.

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Epilogues..

Secretary Tomi stands in front of a shelf containing various types of pads. The man stood up long enough. Take the pink one in the right hand and the orange one in the left hand.

Which one does she usually wear, huh?

The man was weighing. Eventually, he decided to take all his brands.

Taaaack... Tomi's secretary flatly placed her shopping basket on the cashier's desk after which she threw away her face. Not to mention behind him there are two high school girls who also queue.

Waaass... Weeeess... Woooss... There were a few whispers that did not clearly disturb his ears.

"A–ada again, Mister?" Ask a female cashier.

"Is there any brand other than that there."

"Emmm, it's all here."

"Then, that's enough!"

"All right, sir."

Piiip, piiip, piii...

"That's so much..."

Tomi paid. "Take the change."

"But this is too much ... Sir, smelloo!!"

After paying the man he immediately ran away because there were many women who noticed him buying a lot of pads made him uncomfortable.