The Successor's Wife of the President
minor accident

The night behind the house...

Arum was flabbergasted there. See luxury tents plus complete equipment to do a barbeque party. Earlier, Tomi's secretary had already asked. Anything that exists when the camping event at the house takes place. And now everything is available.

Only difference, if the Denna family only put up a small tent as a decoration only. While there was a wide mat in the title in front of him for them to eat together.

What he saw before his eyes was now a large and luxurious tent, complete with sultan-style camping equipment. There is an AC stand, a dining table and also two chairs inside.

Not to forget the barbeque roast which is certainly different from the one at Mr. Helmi's house. Arum was still stunned, because some of the servants seemed to standby was preparing the fireplace.

"You look. This is how I prepare it. Even better than the one at your friend's house." he said next to Arumi impressed bragging. "Now, what's that guy doing?" tanyakanya.

"Dear, why do this? No need, yes. Because his job is to make a fireplace to burn tilapia and corn."

"Rapignition? So the guy wasn't just sitting?"

"Of course not. We were all working for a simple event that night."

"Cih, then I'll do it." Swiping the side of her hair back.

"Ja–jajangan's. You won't be able to, My husband."

"How dare you underestimate me?"

"I'm not underestimating you. I'm just worried..."

"Ck! Shut the fuck up and just look. It'll be easy for me to do!" I'll impress you. He murmured in his heart later.

His steps had already swung and stopped near the grill. His hands crossed in front of his chest confused about what to do. So he just watched first.

Of course it makes the waiter who is working feel nervous. Until the fire that is being lit as if it does not burn.

"Actually you can or not, anyway?"

"Emmm, bi–can, Sir." The more nervous he is. Arga also breathed.

"Give me the flamethrower" Arga asked as she extended her hand. The waiter handed it over politely. Speaking slowly, giving instructions for its use.

Arum himself just stood up, watching the strange desire of Mr. Arga who suddenly just wanted to do a replay of the event last night at the house Denna.

"Aaaarhh." flicked his hand that was slightly exposed to fire. The man groaned.

"Your master is okay?" the waiter next to Arga immediately checked it out.

"I'm fine..."

"Darling, don't continue. Let them do it."

"I said, right, I'd do the same thing with that guy."

"But?"

"Where corn–" pinta Arga on the service of the man next door, without elaborating Arumi's words.

"Emmm, sorry Mister. Corn will be put when the charcoal has become coal."

"Currently, do you think I'm stupid? I asked for corn just for preparation!!" the elk felt stupid.

"Sorry, Sir."

"Let me help, yes," Arum offered.

Arga. "What is this chronology like?"

"yes?" Arum's confused.

"So as long as the clap lit the fire, you stood by his side like this. And offer help?"

"Then do your job there! don't piss me off because I'm playing that guy. Don't treat me the way you treat me as Arga. The point is, I want a real re-creation. Don't you reduce it one bit. Understand!!"

Arum nodded immediately. "Emmm, all right." relented, and moved away later, went into the tent and sat there. Help the maid who started to paddle her Nile with seasoning.

A few minutes later, the fire started. Arga rubbed his sweaty forehead. Flipping corn that is almost fully ripe.

"Don't keep going back and forth, sir. The corn will be ripe longer."

"Don't keep teaching me!! Wanna die, huh?" Sergey Arga was already hot as the waiter continued to speak.

"Ma–forgive me, Sir."

"Ck!" Arga clucked in annoyance.

I feel stupid for doing this. But I need to know what the fuck that son of a bitch is doing.

Seeing him earlier, it seems that my guess is correct. He's the guy I met at the hotel. He's not a man I can take for granted. Clearly from his gaze, he was after my wife.

Rancid assholes. You think I'll let you?

So furious, Arga was not aware that there was a grill in front of him. Which suddenly he broke without a fuss.

BRAAAAAAAAA... Grataaaak! Oh klaaaaang!

The tool immediately fell into the grass. Everything above it spilled including some corn cobs and embers that were still burning.

Arum who heard Arga's moaning also the loud noise hurriedly came out and ran over to her husband.

"Darling, what's going on?" He panicked, seeing the husband holding his own wrist.

Another servant and Mr. Ragil rushed over. Carry some of the things you need to do first aid.

"Let's water first with running water, sir. To reduce the effects of it." Pinta Pak Ragil who participated in Arga.

"Darling, I told you not to do this. Look at your hand." Arum also grimaced to see it. He himself wondered exactly what Arga did until the grill could fall like this.

"That's enough. Bring the medicine to my room." Arga grabs Arumi's wrist with his uninjured left hand and pulls the woman into the house. The burning event he canceled just like that, because of this unexpected inside.

***

In the room, Arum looked at the horror of the burns that appeared on the palms. It's not bad, but it must be hot.

"You sure you don't want to call the Doctor, sir?" ask Mr. Ragil, while applying burn ointment to his master's hand.

"no need. Everything's gonna be okay."

"But this wound is good."

Arga sighed, shifting his gaze at Arum. "It's all because of you, you!" Argument later.

My A–? Arum was stunned, but immediately bowed.

"Now I can't use my right hand as I normally would."

"I'm sorry, my husband."

"Haaah, what's with the apologies that everything will be finished?"

Meanin?

"Now you must take responsibility for all this, be my right-hand man. I don't want to know!"

The woman swallowed her saliva. His screams seemed to want to rebel, if only he was more courageous. However, his other heart felt it was a natural thing for him to do. Because his worries were more than his common sense now.

"All right, I'll do it. Whatever you want, baby. I'll help you. Just as your right hand did" replied Arumi. A smile fell on Arga's lips. He will prepare anything, in return for his regret because of the event that night.