The Successor's Wife of the President
pickles today

Time is running fast. Apparently the moon has shifted away while waiting for the sun who is preparing to get out of the dispute.

Arum blinked his eyes, feeling the cold room suddenly warm.

He also felt heavy on his back. Like a big, muscular object. Half-conscious she tried to normalize consciousness after hours of sleep in a large, soft bed. The room is fragrant, as well as the cool air from the AC.

The feeling of my sleeping position was wide last night, why is it so narrow. And very heavy as hit by a closet. –luaknya in the heart.

His eyes stared straight ahead, at the bluish bias seen through the white curtains in the room. Slowly the net is down, making sure that he is sleeping in a position in someone's embrace.

Hurriedly he silenced his own mouth, trying not to shout as a large, heavy hand struck his waist. Not to mention the long legs that also hit him.

It is warm and heavy. Apparently this young master slept by making me roll it?

Arumi had difficulty moving, because the plain face of the man was comfortable making Arumi's back like a pillow. There was no choice, he had to wait until the big man changed his position. Although he really wanted to push him away, but his guts were not brave enough to do that.

Lucky if he only moves a little, if he wakes up? I don't know what's going to happen, Arum doesn't want to imagine that.

***

After nearly two hours locked in the man's arms. Arum can be free now. They even went out of the room, approaching other family members who were waiting at the dinner table.

The smile of Arga's mother seemed cheerful to welcome the man who walked in front of Arumi.

"Darling, how did you sleep?" Ask the mother.

"Quite comfortable, Ma," he replied while sitting in a chair that had been prepared by Mr. Ragil.

"Want you?" Ask Lady Nessie then to her daughter-in-law.

"Ehemmm. cozy, Ma." Arumi nodded with a smile. Even though my back hurts because it hit the body of the Mama Son whose weight beat the wooden closet in my room before.

"Thank God, now enjoy this morning's breakfast in a relaxed manner. Don't be so uptight, okay!" Said the mother-in-law who looked friendly. Arum thanked me. For a moment he glanced at the old man who had not once blinked straightened that cold gaze at Arumi.

Her mother looks friendly, but her grandfather doesn't like me. Or is the face of a man from the Sanjaya family stiff like this all? –innya

"Today you're going on leave. Is there a honeymoon schedule?" mama asked enthusiastically. "Mama has booked a ticket for a holiday to Paris, you know." he added.

"I just want to spend my time today alone with Aliee, because tomorrow I'm already working."

Spending time today, two? Dating? –batin Arum while looking. But back down when Arga turned to look at him as well.

"Cock just today? why for a second?"

"I have a lot more work than just a honeymoon" he replied blankly. Although the visual of the girl in front of him was exactly Alicia, somehow he did not palpitate at all. Though already trying to do something that should be able to arouse his empty mood.

"What is so dear?" Cut Grandpa made Nessie look at him. "Isn't that right! Why spend time in vain, use all honeymoon out of the country. He is the leader of Andara Group. Compulsory! if he's more concerned with work than his wife–" Mr. Arman is still staring coldly at Arumi. The girl lowered her head as she stuffed the soup into her own mouth. Honestly, the food was bland and cold as well.

"These Papa Basin. Why drive my son for Andara? Papa should have understood his position of having just been married. He's Papa's own grandson anyway, right?"

"It's because of my grandson. He was obliged to dedicate his life to the company. If necessary, what he married was his own title, not a girl!" Strictly while breaking the table.

"Pffit..." Arum could not bear to not laugh, when he heard the old voice talking in a passionate tone, especially in the end.

Marry your own office, he said? Fits right, the figure of arrogance that decreased to his grandson.. –batin Arum still laughs at it.

I realized that all the eyes in the room were on him. Hurriedly he nodded politely, apologizing to the great Master who was sitting in the main seat.

"Hey– what are you laughing at?" Grandpa's sarcasm pointed towards Arumi.

"Ah.no. No, Mister."

"You think I don't know you're laughing at my words?"

"Really, Sir. I just remember a joke. And it makes me laugh. Only the moment fits when you're talking. Forgive me, sir," replied Arumi lowered her head.

"You...?"

"Papa, stop. We're eating..."

"You remember this, our business is not finished yet." he concluded with a sharp gaze. Arumi herself felt suffocated by that. While Arga did not respond at all other than focusing on his own food.

"Arga, if you may know where you're going?" asked the mother slightly leaning her body forward.

"Personal villa belongs to the Narendra family," he answered flatly without turning a single glance.

"A–what?" Lady Nessie stunned to look at the child's face with a sad look. –What else are you there for? I don't want to see you crying by the lake anymore.

On the side, Arum was unmoved. Politely insert the feeding mouthfuls in his bowl into his mouth. Slowly finish the food while thinking.

The Narendra family's private villa?

Aaaah, if not mistaken it was the first place Young Master knew the real Miss Alicia. Also the place where Miss Alicia died in the lake located in the area as well. I remember, it was written clearly on Miss Alicia's profile on the fifth sheet.

What was he going to do there? Would you like to repeat the meeting? And I have to act like that...

Arum was a little frustrated, not to mention he had thought about his tiredness. But how else, of course he will not be able to refuse.