The Successor's Wife of the President
The emergence of guilt

At 07:20

Arga woke up from his sleep. His head was heavy, his stomach was uncomfortable. It needs something warm and a little spicy as a hangover reliever.

I think I was drunk last night. My head is so dizzy.

Arga. He didn't realize what happened last night. The commotion whatever he did from the club to lying on the bed.

"Alieee?" his murmured softly with a blank look towards the front. Arga regretted, when he woke up from his sleep this time. Because last night he dreamed of sleeping with his girl. Spending the night making love under a blanket. Very fun, when able to vent the longing that is stifled for a long time.

Why should I dream? Why should I be awake? If only, the dream world could be behind. I want to be with Alicia all my time.

The man massaged his forehead, looking down lethargic before realizing something. The body without a top, made him open a little blanket that covered half of his athletic body. Peeped.

A little stunned, apparently last night he slept in plain condition without a thread. In fact, even after connecting with the woman, she must immediately wear her clothes back.

"What the fuck?" Arga's confused. Cover the entire bottom with the blanket. Trying hard to remember. Because he really doesn't know what happened last night.

On the sidelines of his efforts who was remembering what he did last night. There was also the sound of the door opening, he turned to the source of the voice. Waiting for a moment for Arumi to appear.

Seen a tired face with eyes as if it had been crying for a moment, because seeing her husband was awake.

The memory of Arga's brutal actions last night scared Arum back. He had never been this scared before. Reflexes of both hands crossed in front of the chest. Self-sacrificing. The pain and pain he still felt. Really for whatever sake, he didn't want to sleep on that man's side again later that night.

"Where are you from?" the tan was hoarse, with his hands still massaging his own forehead.

"Da–from outside," replied Arum. His eyes continued to avoid Arga's eyes.

"Come here." he said.

Although at this time his head was crowded with ferocious things that he received. But he knows his duty. Arum must get close, then offer anything for the man.

"S–sa–sayang's chat. Are you awake?" late he asked that. His legs stepped slowly due to the pain he still felt due to the repetitive rough movements that Arga did last night. "You, drinking?"

"Yes, get me some water" he said as he ruffled his own hair. The effects of alcohol that he drank really made his mood collapse.

Hurriedly Arum poured the water into the glass. Before handing it to Arga. The man then accepted it.

"Is Secretary Tomi already downstairs?" his tan is ordinary. Before you swig that. Peering at his wife from the glass. The woman is nodding.

What's wrong with her? Why such a fright?

Arga lowered the glass slowly, sweeping the view from top to bottom. Arum looked down more with both hands squeezing each other over his lap. Uneasily...

"T-no, Husband. I'm okay," he answered nervously making Arga then look no matter, because the body still feels heavy. He thought the question was not necessary he answered in more detail.

"Please my bathrobe" she asked later. The woman then walked into the dressing room to pick up something that Arga asked for. And back again after finding it.

"This, dear–" Arum held out that. For a moment Arga switched focus on the scratches that look a little at the top of his chest. Both netraya.

"That's why?" arga asked in full search, referring to what he saw. Arumi herself hurriedly raised her clothes. Even so, Arga held Arumi's hand before lifting his chin. "Your lips are hurt like this? What's going on?"

"Emmm..." Arum could not answer, his eyes glazed over. Let the man begin to examine his own body. Even to open some of Arumi's clothes.

Her eyes widened to see the number of scars, as well as bites that even left an inhumane imprint.

"Gosh, what happened to you?" tanya Arga did not believe what she saw.

"What are you, not remembering?" Arum asked raucously, no longer able to stem the tears.

"You mean?"

"When it was over, you came home drunk. Then suddenly you forced me, to serve you in bed all night. From there I got these injuries," Arum did not explain clearly the extent of the pain he received. He hoped, Arga has caught it.

"No way," he murmured, trying to recall what really happened. –Night I was sure it was just a dream.

Arga shook his head slowly. Rejecting the facts he saw with his own eyes.

Arum himself did not answer but turned his face away. Busy closing back part of the body that is open, before rising from his sitting position. Explain like anything, it's useless. He's just his slave here. And whatever Arga does, it must be legitimate for the man in front of him.

"I prepare water for a bath first, yes." should Arum stay away. But Arga was immediately arrested, by grabbing Arumi's wrist.

"really! last night, not at my will." Arga tried to explain stiffly. He does not want to look weak by admitting mistakes. But looking at Arumi who arrived like that, his conscience seemed to slap hard. Forcing if he should have guilt.

Arum tried to smile, although his heart was still damaged by the words that were not filtered in the slightest, thrown from the lips of Arga all night long torture was ongoing.

"Yes, you're drunk hard because you miss him? And I do my job as I should." Until there Arum was silent for a moment, holding bitter to break his heart. "I understand that." lirih continued.

Arum leaves Arga constantly staring at him. The woman entered the dressing room, walked again until she reached the bathroom. Slowly shut the door, before crouching behind the door weeping over his increasingly miserable fate here.

The stupid thing is actually if I try so hard to love you, let alone to have children. I didn't know his heart all this time, who hated me so much.

But, what's my fault? He who came to me himself, he also asked me to enter his life! I don't know shit!

"Hiks, Dad... Mum..." Arum grew more and more clumsy in the soundproof bathroom, calling his father and mother many times.