The Successor's Wife of the President
Travel in Germany

Just two hours ago a private jet on the Arga landed. He rested for a while, now his steps have come to a land containing many tombs.

Arga was stunned for a moment, before bowing to put the bouquet of flowers that He brought, on one of the tombs with a tomb bearing the words Alicia.

"I'm coming, honey. I kept my promise." he murmured. His eyes did not look as sad as before. He was astonished, as if he had now felt the rigidity. No longer lamenting the passing of the woman who two years ago filled his heart and mind.

Indeed, he realized the therapeutic effect he lived he could feel. It is only the high ego that keeps Him from always pushing everything aside.

I didn't mean to forget you, but, sorry dear. I started?

Arga shook his head quickly. "What am I thinking?"

Hurriedly he twisted his body out of this burial area. The next plan is to meet Arsene Narendra. The real father of Alicia. They had arranged a previous appointment, if they would meet at the house of He who had re-settled in Germany for the past ten years.

***

A middle-aged man greeted him. A crisp laugh could be heard from his slightly wrinkled lips.

"What's the news, Mr Arsene?" sapa Arga uses German. Because the man is not very fluent in Indonesian.

"Of course my news is fine. Although it's not like before," he replied while chuckling. "An honor, and happiness. When I saw you coming here after my daughter's departure."

Arga just smiled faintly. They also stepped in together. With Secretary Tomi in tow.

In the big house, apparently there are still many photos of their families. Although Mr. Arsene has been married again since the departure of his wife. In fact, the photo of the first empress in the house was not at all lowered by Him. I don't know what the reason is, but Arga is starting to understand. For as many women as will be present fill his days. It is true love that will reign.

"Please Sit, Mister.." He said to allow Arga first to sit down. Afterwards, a waiter came along carrying a small teapot containing chamomile flower tea. "Have not seen him for a long time. How's Commissioner Arman Sanjaya doing?"

"good. My grandfather was now more at home in one of our villas. He just doesn't want to. His days are now busy with fishing and golfing," he replied, holding his cup of tea.

"Hohoho. Now, if only you had a boy? I really want to enjoy the calmness that Commissioner Arman does."

Arga chuckled softly, while putting down his cup again.

"Yes, Grandpa was tired of working, especially when my father died. His job is more. So, everything Grandpa deserves. Enjoying the twilight with tranquility."

"Truly Sir. He deserves to enjoy his time at the moment. What else is he worried about now? his grandson is an adult. Even great men. The blood of Commissioner Arman and the late Mr. Mikail is completely flowing in your blood."

"You're overreacting, Mr. Arsene." Laughs casually.

"Hahaha. I regret the passing of my daughter. If only Alicia hadn't left and you guys were really being a match? Surely Andara Group and G-Star group will really control the business empire in Nusantara," he concluded. And as a result of those words, Arga's heart was again pinched. The guilt arises.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Arsene..."

His forehead creased, immediately then shook his head with both palms pointing towards Arga.

"No, no. It was not the intention to re-offend the incident. No need to regret it, Mr. Arga."

"Fix, I'm guilty. The food truck, I ordered it" muttered Arga, bowing.

"No, Mister. Don't regret it anymore. It's all over. I also let her go. Im sorry. Really, I didn't mean to bring it up. We'd better discuss something else."

Mr. Arsene looks unwell when he finds a face full of sadness that Arga shows. Although, before that he was disappointed because Arga married another girl as a substitute for his daughter. But now he is at peace with that.

"Darling, why didn't you tell Daddy earlier, that you were going to Germany" he whispered after hugging his youngest daughter.

"Emmm, I didn't intentionally do it, too. There's an impromptu job here."

"Oh, huh?"

"Y-yeah, Daddy." replied Veronica with a strange laugh. His eyes glanced at the man who was sitting relaxed while sipping his tea. Thankfully I was on time. His mind then felt both happy and relieved. "Oh, Brother?"

"Hai–" he replies in a flat voice. Before getting up from his sitting position.

Arga was actually aware of Vero's presence but he deliberately did not turn his head because of his impromptu love statement in the workspace. He is avoiding Veronica.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"I have to go back to Indonesia, Mr. Arsene."

"Well, hurry up. You ain't?"

"Sister, it's true my father said why in such a hurry. Brother didn't just arrive, did he?" cut off Vero who immediately crept on Arga's arm. To be honest there is a dislike gaze that Arsene Narendra shows when her youngest daughter acts like that to a married man. To him, it's not good.

"I've got a lot of work, Vero." Slowly Arga's hand moved away Vero's hand. With his behavior now he is, so a little uncomfortable.

"Sister, but we haven't talked yet."

"I really do a lot of work." The man took a few steps away from Veronica. "Sir, I'm sorry."

"Thank you for visiting here. Although really, I really want you to stay here longer."

"If there is a chance. I'll definitely come again..."

"All right. Give my regards to the commissioner."

"I will definitely tell you." Arga walked away from the big house.

Veronica was very disappointed. He took the time to go to Germany. Arriving here only met for a few seconds.

Huuuh, it's been hard to meet him since that incident. But it's been a long time, my brother is still mad at me!

The girl stomped her feet in annoyance, before leaving her father who was immediately confused due to the mood of her daughter.

...

In the car...

"You're sure. We're going back to Indonesia, sir?"

"Stop that. Veronica's here. I'm getting lazy."

"..." - ".Tomi's speechless. A little surprised too. Arga was very attentive before. But why do these last few months seem to avoid the girl? What the hell is going on? Inner Tomi wondered, while her gaze refocused forward.