The Successor's Wife of the President
It's too hard to forget.

Elsewhere, Rayyan stood in the middle of a basketball court. He deliberately went to the sports arena near his SLTA first, alone just to throw away.

After getting the entrance permit from the guard of the place, he actually spent hours to play there.

Since the last meeting, until now. Arumi's shadow could not be lost in his mind. Not to mention when the woman was caught crying in front of the lobby of the symphony building. As if to make her sure, if Arumi is not happy with her marriage.

Rayyan's breath sounded up and down, a straight gaze fixed on the ring. The man took a swing, aiming for the direction of the ball before shooting directly from a fairly far direction while taking a fairly high jump.

Praaaaaakkk.

"Aaaaarrhh....!!!" The man groaned. For hours he tried to get the ball into the ring, but it never worked. In fact, it used to be easy for him to do that. Why is it so hard now?

Rayyan tried it once again, at a much closer distance. Take a swing before jumping.

"Stop it!" Exclaimed a middle-aged man. Making Rayyan stop the action, looking towards the door that was wide open. "You won't be able to get the ball into the ring, if you do that in a fit of rage!"

Rayyan lowered the ball that had been raised high.

"Take it, and drink it.." The man in the shirt with the security pants thrust a bottle of mineral water at him.

"Thank you, Uncle," he replied as he accepted it and opened the lid. After playing, he felt exhausted. Then choose to sit directly in the middle of the basketball court.

"I'm sure you're here because there's a problem?" Asked the middle-aged man, also sitting in front of Rayyan.

Rayyan smiled, when she finished drinking the water until half was left.

"Are you thinking of a woman?"

"I want to lie, and then I say no. But I know, Uncle won't be able to be lied to." replied Rayyan. The man in front of him also chuckled.

"The same woman?" guess again. Rayyan nodded back.

"No other woman can make me think of anything like this."

"Hahahaha. But instead, you're the one who's unlucky."

Rayyan laughed without a sound. Justifying the words of a father who we call Pak Yono.

"Hey, listen, here!" Pak Yono patted the young man on the shoulder in front of him. "When I was young, I wasn't as stupid as you."

"I'm stupid?"

"of course! Don't you love that handsome face of yours?" ask Him. Raised Rayyan's eyebrows in half. "I alone have a mediocre look, can have more than three lovers."

"Times?" tanyanya.

"Really! Every weekend, I go out with different women. Unfortunately, I was apes at the time. Met three of my other lovers, while on a date with one."

"Kok, can?" Rayyan seemed interested in hearing his story.

"Of course, because the four of them were close friends. So I don't know if they're setting me up. Hahaha.." The fat body shook from laughing. Rayyan also shook her head.

"As long as the name has not been written in the civil records of the marriage? We're still not a girl's right. It is different when we are married. Enough of one woman to be queen in our house..."

"That's right! But sorry, Uncle. I'm not a pro with the first one."

"I said you were stupid!" Both laughed cheerfully. Rayyan did not take it seriously, because the joke Pak Yono was like that. They drank in each bottle almost simultaneously.

Rayyan who finished first fell silent. Both hands held the plastic bottle.

"Uncle, I want to ask you a question?"

"Ask what?"

"I'm sorry, but this is a little sensitive..."

"It's okay, let's say. What do you want to ask?"

"Emmm .. has my uncle's wife ever cried alone, while married to my uncle?"

Pak Yono was stunned for a moment. "How do you mean?"

Mr. Yono mangosteen. "It should be like that."

"All right?" Interjected.

"Hey, wait a minute. You should also know, the name of the marriage is bound to be a problem. And if the married woman is crying, she may have problems with her partner. But that's a natural thing..."

"That's it, huh?" muttered.

"Yes so little more."

"But if I were her husband, I certainly wouldn't let her cry like that. Even I see it as depressed. I'm sure it's no ordinary matter, anyway." Rayyan muttered softly with a straight look toward the ceramic tile.

"What do you mean, Arumi?"

"Yes.. uh, no! Nah-no!" wavement. Pak Yono laughed again patting Rayyan on the shoulder.

"Those years you still liked the same guy? Even until the woman has a family? Jesus ... You should be sincere, son Rayyan."

"I've been trying. But in this one year, I have rather often met Him again. More just now?"

"So? You met Arumi?" tanyakanya. Rayyan nodded. "Where?"

"In the hotel. Too long a story."

"wait around. That?" Pak Yono pointed at the slightly bruised tip of his lips. "I think I saw it wrong, it's really bruised?"

"Just a little. No problem, sir."

"But not because of her husband, right?"

"No, Kok."

"Thank God, you said you met at the hotel so I thought?"

"I'm not that dirty, purposely meeting people's wives in hotels. We were only found in unexpected situations. It's the point like that."

"Oooo..." Beard.

"I mean it, Uncle!"

"Yes-yes, I really believe in you.." chuckled. Rayyan breathed. "Here you go, you better forget this. Because you want to think about it like anything, the woman already has a legitimate owner. You'd better focus on your script, and pass it well."

"My hope is like that, after feeling the apprentice. So can't wait to actually be an employee..."

"Uncle pray you succeed, son Rayyan."

"Aamiin.." she answered with a smile.

***

Back to the main house...

Arum was wearing his clothes. After she finished her duties as a wife. Arga is wearing his pyjamas again.

In that room, there was indeed a bed that was not so big. Arga is usually used to sleep when the body is too tired to go up to his room.

"Go back up." he said, tying the rope to his own waist.

"Then, you?"

Arga was silent, he chose to leave Arumi, walked towards the toilet and closed the door.

Braaakk...!

Arum was stunned looking at the closed door. Apparently it's still the same. Every time she had a relationship, Arga was like a man who regretted doing that with her.

It's okay, just now he hasn't mentioned Miss Alicia's name all the time the fuck was going on. And as always, I have to leave it alone until the next morning. Hopefully next day. You can thank me for serving you in bed, sir.

Arum sighed, holding the eye so as not to drop the crystal. Before turning his body walked towards the door and exited.