The Successor's Wife of the President
Right hand replacement 1

A promise that is really taken advantage of. The man was now acting more spoiled than usual. Whatever he wants to do, Arumi has to do it.

Like changing clothes, eating, drinking, reading books and so on. It was definitely all on purpose. And it was realized by Arumi herself, during this one week.

"Blow it.." he told Arumi who was holding a bowl of red bean porridge. The woman complied, blowing it slowly before bringing the spoonful of porridge close to her husband's lips.

"Sure it's cold?" tanyanya glanced from the top side of the glasses he was wearing.

"My Husband..."

"Don't let my lips blister after this hand, huh?"

"Yes, I made sure it wasn't hot" she replied, tired of her husband. Arga opened his mouth. Put a mouthful directed at him into his mouth.

"Please go to the next page."

"Why don't you, honey? My hand is holding a bowl of porridge."

"You dare tell me to come back. You don't see, my right hand hurts, while my left hand holds the other sheet. Because who's trying, my hands blistered like this?"

Heeh..!!! your hands just blister a little, huh, sir? not dumbfounded! Who told you to act. You want to fight immunity with the heat of the grill? Want to show who it is!! Arum is in the heart.

"Yes, of course it's all because of me dear," he said softly outside.

"That's you realize!"

Arum smiled while his hand firmly grasped the pulp spoon before releasing it and opening the next sheet.

He just didn't expect the more here Arga justu the more acting annoying. Although he was grateful, now he has never called her with the title unfortunately to Alicia. But, his annoying mannerism made him even more draining of energy.

"Aaa.." she asked without looking. Arum also sighed softly even very softly and had not reached the end. A pair of Arga's eyes had turned sharp.

"What is that, you sigh? how dare you do that while you're taking care of me?"

"Sorry baby, I didn't mean it that way." Of course I need to sigh, because I'm a living being, unless I'm a corpse!

His mind then held in fury, with his hands again lifting the spoon filled with red bean porridge.

"Blow!"

"Yes baby..."

"Don't you spit...!"

"I didn't spit, how could I have dared to do that." I want Arum to scream. The effect of holding back emotions makes his head suddenly migraine.

Arga opened his mouth. But he had not yet devoured it he was already clucking.

"Too cold, dip again into the bowl," he ordered, Arum himself obeyed again dipping his spoon. "Hey, don't be long. It'll be hot again. Lift it!!"

I can't take your hair. Iiissshhhh!!! Arum smiled sweetly pointing the spoon at her husband.

"I make sure it's not hot and it's not cold, honey" he said. The man glanced over with a faint smile full of victory.

Herein lies the thrill. I'm sure you're upset right now? Feel that...

Arga pulled half her lips in a sneering sneer. After one mouthful it went into his mouth.

A few days later...

Arga's hands are still covered in wound dressings. Arum himself was astonished. It has been running for almost three weeks but Arga's wounds have not healed. Not to mention his increasingly desperate request.

In his heart he was sure. Actually the burn on her husband's hand is healed. Only he made it up. Intentionally making it a reason to work on it.

"Order Mr. Ragil to cut fresh fruit, and bring it to the study."

"Yes, honey." Arum obeyed, taking the opposite path to her husband. Meet Mr. Ragil.

In kitchen...

Arum approached the man who was correcting the taste of the cuisine of the chefs in the house.

"Anu, Mr. Ragil..."

"Yes, Miss?" The middle-aged man looked over.

"My husband said he wanted to eat fresh fruit."

"Alright Miss. I'll cut it."

"Yes." Yeah." Arum walked slowly. And sit on the chair near the table where Ragil prepared the fruit he took from the refrigerator.

Arum himself looked at everyone. Shoot one by one. Those who work without one look lazy. Instead, they are happy and enjoy their work.

Arumi turned to look at Mr. Ragil again who had returned after washing the fruit. Silently for a moment, in his mind asked: The man actually has a partner or not, huh?

"Sir Ragil, been here a long time?" tanyakanya.

"I've been here more than thirty years, Miss." The answer is to focus on the fruit that he is peeling.

"But, as long as I'm here. I've never seen you on leave. Don't you miss your family?"

"I don't have a family. My wife died after giving birth. Together with my son too. And because Mr. Commissioner made me a servant after our meeting at the orphanage. I have no other family than my foster children in this house."

"Ooo.. I'm sorry I so offended her."

Mr. Ragil smiled warmly, seeing the guilt-as-yet-sympathetic look of the woman on his right side, spaced away.

"Miss question earlier, it does not offend me at all, Miss," said Mr. Ragil. "I myself am happy when Miss asks like that."

Thin smile Arum floating. "I used to have a Dad. His stature was similar to that of Mr. Ragil. His age, maybe the same. If he were alive, he would be like Father."

"really?" Mr. Ragil chuckles. His hands are seen shrewdly cutting kiwi fruit with a size incision, between each piece.

"Look at that, father's crisp laughter resembled my father's."

"Haha. Miss could've."

"Seriously. Honestly I miss Dad, every time I see you." He then dropped his chin on the arm that was stacked on the table. Mr. Ragil himself just smiled faintly.

I should have a daughter if I hadn't died in my wife's womb. Her age, only one year younger than Miss.

Mr. Ragil is entrenched. He felt his eyes twitch. But he could not keep covering the view. Wanted to swipe for a moment, could not. He did not want to look sad in front of his Young Miss. Back he resumed his work quickly, and handed it to Arumi.