The Successor's Wife of the President
Refusing

After saying that, of course Arumi's heart pumps faster than usual. Maybe if Arga immediately responds he will feel understood the situation that is happening at this time.

I don't know with the anger that's connected to an insult. Or maybe the sign agrees. A second later, Arum threw out the last sentence in his brain. Mr. Arga couldn't possibly agree to that. Yes, that is what Arum had in mind. Imagine how the man in front of him would react.

However, the man was silent a thousand languages. As if thinking of something, but with the look of slicing eyes fixed on him.

"You!"

After waiting in an uncomfortable position. The man finally opened his voice. Arum is ready if finally he will be hit by problems or in great expectations Arga agrees even though his heart is not yet able to turn a sense of submission into love.

"Did you say that consciously?" the question then, a piercing cold tone. Raising his face, while the woman in front of him tried to avoid.

Arum felt an increasingly heavy push, to the point of having part of his body cling to the glass. His right hand held his Master in the chest. Yes, suddenly his courage became shrivelled at this moment.

Even though the highest level of courage he had reached just now. And just by looking at the sharp cold gaze of the man, along with his flat speech just now. Causing that level level to plunge instantly.

"A–aku?"

"You want the seed I sow to grow into a child?"

Arum nodded slowly twice. It probably has to be like this. At least he has more recognition than just a shadow wife. After all if Arga wants his heart to really love, does he also want to be loved as well. Until the fatal desire that is asked to grow the seeds of an arrogant man in front of him.

Maybe with the presence of children, you can also love me. (Arum)

"You should know? Maybe it's easy for me to follow that. However, what if you become a single mother afterwards?"

The deg!

Arum widened his eyeballs. Netra hazelnya. He looked at the burly man before him.

"You know the reason why the pregnancy-pending injection should be in the contract note you signed yourself. You didn't catch him, did you?"

Arum sculpting. While Arga's haughty smile rises.

"There's no way I'd grow my seed in the land of a low-class woman like you" he said, plunging the chorus deeper into Arumi's heart. "After all, if you keep pushing. I can give you permission. But keep this in mind, I still won't care about that kid. I will never admit his presence. Just before he was born in this world I will terminate his contract, then the child will become unbecoming. Are you ready to accept all the consequences? Your life will be harder."

Arum shed his tears. Imagine things that would become even more sad if she divorced her husband. While there is a fetus in the womb. Difficulties that can be felt by their children? Isn't that so evil. Nah! whoever his son will be. He must have a different fate, far from his mother's current fate.

His hand that had been holding Arga's chest down. Body weakens.

"Now understand, right? Then stay what I want to be. Without needing to demand more than I've given you. Because I've made it easy for you, so that when the contract is over, you won't bring any losses afterwards. Fair enough, right?" Arga stood up straight again. His breathing was rough before he came out of the locker room.

Arum lowered his body when he heard the door close. Switching positions sitting on the chair. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror.

What the hell am I doing? Why do I seem to be degrading myself more? That's not what I expected. Wasn't...

Arum dropped his head on the table, his shoulders shaking violently from his broken cry.

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Arum came out with a perfect appearance. No longer showing sadness, even he behaved normally as if nothing had happened in the dressing room earlier.

Approaching those who are at the dinner table. Arga and Veronica are no exception.

"Sorry I was late to join–" he said politely as he spread a smile. Arga only glanced at a glance, he put down his spoon and grabbed a glass of water nearby.

Observe the woman who started to sit by his side. Relaxedly waiting for the waiter to get the rice. Arum who felt being watched turned towards Arga. The man hurriedly turned his face away while putting down his glass again.

"Vero, would you like to stay here?" Ask Nessie.

"Can, Auntie?"

"Of course." answered Nessie cheerfully.

"What's with that answer? You don't have a home. So you have to stay here?" Hunus Grandpa. Makes Vero grunt.

"Surely, Aunt..."

"Kyaaaa .. must be a lot of fun."

"Curtain! Do you remember how old you are? Don't be weird. I want him to keep coming home to his own house tonight too...!" Firmly Grandpa then.

"Well, did you tell him to come home?"

"I really have to. For the sake of tranquility. Veronica, gotta go home. There are no overnight events!"

Sraaaaag... Grandpa immediately moved out of his chair. He finished this dinner even though the dishes on his plate had not finished he was ravenous.

"Iiissshhhhhhhh..." Grunt. Arum looked towards Arga. The man did not respond at all, although a commotion was heard nearby. He continued to eat quietly without reducing the slightest look of arrogance.

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The dinner is over. The man had not yet entered his room. He just sits alone at the desk.

Soon the door of his room was knocked. Mr. Ragil entered while bringing warm tea for his Master.

"Please, sir," he said as he carefully placed the cup without making a sound. At first glance the man caught something on the screen of his Master's tab.

I didn't see it wrong, did I? Mr Arga read the article about women giving birth? Is Young Miss pregnant? But no way, they're married yet for a month. Even if that were true, I would have known the news first.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Hemmm." she answered without looking. His eyes were still focused on reading every word in the writing. Until Mr. Ragil opens the door. "Oh.. Wait a minute!"

"Yes, Sir?"

"May I ask you something?"

"Please, Sir."

The man cleared his throat. Seemed hesitant to ask. "I heard, Mr Ragil's wife has died a long time ago?"

"Yes, that's right, sir."

"What's the cause?"

"At that time, my wife was seven months pregnant. Because there are abnormalities in the process of pregnancy. Our baby's life in her womb wasn't saved. Not long ago, exactly a few minutes when the cesarean section runs. My wife caught up with him..."

Arga was stunned when he heard that. His right hand suddenly trembled without Mr. Ragil's knowledge.

"And?"

"That's enough. Don't continue..."

"Eh..."

"I'm sorry, without realizing I must have made you sad."

Mr. Ragil laughed a little. "No, Mister. It's all been a while. I'm not as sad as I used to be" he replied making Arga smile thinly. "Emmm, is there anything you need again, sir?"

"No! You can go..."

"Good, Sir." The middle-aged man half-bent once, before finally exiting the space.

Arga sighed. "Pregnant, giving birth is all the same, like I killed Alieee a second time. Nah! I will not obey the woman's wishes, whatever she pleads. I'm not gonna stop this pregnancy delay program."