The Successor's Wife of the President
Arumi, my wife

The sky changed night. The dense streets of the capital because this is the time people come home from the office makes it a little saturated.

Yes, it does not feel that Arum has spent half his day in the salon. Hair and skin care does take a while. That's why he is the laziest to do it if not for the fixed schedule that has been arranged by Tomi's secretary.

Sometimes, the salon people who come to the main house. However, because he wanted to all go out looking for the wind, the decision was chosen to do the treatment in the salon only.

He looked to the right. The place sits with a chin. From the glass where he looked at the road, there were people in the area filled with tents and bright lights.

"What a driver is, so crowded. Even to get stuck like this?" ask Arumi to the driver.

"Oh, it looks like there's a culinary festival down there, miss."

"Culinary festival?"

"Yes, Miss."

Well, maybe there are a lot of snacks. I haven't eaten a street food full of MSG seasoning in a long time.

"Sir, can I stop by? I really want to eat Takoyaki." Pinta Arum on her bodyguard.

"But Miss, Secretary Tomi said. Young Master is already on his way home."

"I just want to walk for a while. Take the food I want, then go home."

"It will take a long time, Miss."

"Then let me buy it, and eat it in the car."

"All right let me come down."

"Come, Sir. Let me go down. You won't know what I want."

"Miss can tell me, anything. I will remember it."

"I just want a snack, which I saw for myself his choice!" Sarkas Arumi was a little irritated.

The man sitting next to the driver ordered the driver to find a parking space. It was there that the smile of victory rose on Arum's lips.

Yeeeeee! Snack...

A few minutes later.

The woman who was followed by a bodyguard behind her walked happily. His eyes combed one by one the cart of appetizing vendors. There was one who made his step stop.

A queue in front of the red wagon. The savory smell of greasy he smelled, very appetizing. There is a flash of fire that is occasionally seen on a frying pan containing many small basins deep enough, being filled by the chef with a dough made of flour and eggs.

Takoyaki is a favorite Japanese-style snack that many people like. Soft and savory texture although very oily, combined with seafood filling and three types of sauces according to taste. Making Arum instantly stand in his queue, alternating forward with the one in front of him.

"I want a dozen Takoyaki," Arum ordered, when it came to his turn.

"What's that, brother?" Ask the seller.

"Love all the variants of the contents, and.please kindly given a lot of Katsuobushi* as the topping."

*(is a processed product of smoked skipjack fish and then thinly shaved.)

"Alright, Brother. In whose name?"

"daughter of Arumi." she replied. The man wrote the name.

"Okay, please wait there. If the food is ready, we'll call."

"All right..." Arum walked away from the grobag. His eyes are still squinting. Looking for other food.

"Spiral tattoo! Corndogs...! Teokbokki..." Arum approached the Korean street food tent, of course, the bodyguard again followed the rare little Arumi who did not look tired.

There the queue is not as long as Japanese snacks, because it is a lot of employees so those who buy not too long wait for their orders to be ready.

"I want... What else, huh?"

"We have to go home, miss. Master's at home." Tukas the bodyguard, worried that Miss Young will return to look for other snacks that will make the time to go home more and more delayed.

"Oh, all right, sir." Relented, he hurriedly got into the car.

Along the way, Arumi ate all the snacks he bought one by one. In fact, he did not even offer one of all the snacks he bought to the two men in front.

Sluuuuurrppppp. Arum rubbed his stomach that felt full. I don't know why, lately he's kind of liked snacks. Even the snacks in the room quickly ran out.

An hour later. Arum has arrived at the main house. Ragil approached him. Seen changes Arumi makes the middle-aged man a little pangling, but he actually likes it. A simpler look with thin makeup and straight black hair, shredded under the shoulders.

Using a below-knee skirt suit with a long-sleeved knit top. Arumi looks a little bit like before.

"Good night, Miss." Mr. Ragil greets Arum. "Why did you just come home?"

"Sorry Mr. Ragil. I was a snack first." he answered honestly.

"Yes, better get to the room now. Young Master is waiting."

"All right." Arum put his foot through. Slide the marble floor inside.

I must prepare, now that I am Arumi no longer Miss Alicia. And I hope he doesn't blame me anymore.

A little bit of her chest pounding. Worried about Arga's response later. But he must be ready to face.

In the room, the room was dark. Arum raided the wall, looking for a light switch.

Thiiic... Thiiic...

Arum was stunned near the bed. Seeing his Master sitting on a long sofa staring at the glass.

The man noticed Arum's presence, thus making him fixated. Straighten the view of his wife's unthinkable no longer to the sky.

"How much is he coming home?" asked Arga without looking. "You're telling me to go to one place, not to another!"

"A–I know, Honey. Sorry, I was wrong."

"Forget it..." Arga. His hand moved, asking him to come forward and sit next to her. Arumi obeyed immediately.

"Is this how you look in front of me?" Arga pulls Arumi's knit sweater collar.

"I'm just following what you want my husband. It changed my appearance like when I met, "he replied.

"But I don't want you to wear these clothes."

"Emmm..."

Arga touched the bottom end of the Arumi sweater then lifted it up. Surely it makes Arum not warty. She let her husband let go of the exterior until the remaining inner shirt with a rope on both shoulders.

She doesn't look like Alicia. Although his facial lines still show similarities.

His index finger walked down, from his forehead, nose and landed on his lips. Swiping Arumi's lips gently with your thumb.

Arga seemed to smile, feeling a more intense debate even though Arumi was no longer looking like Alicia anymore.

Yes, it's Arumi... My wife!

Arga kisses Arumi's side neck. While his left hand grabbed the wife's right hand, frightening her.

It was clear Arum squeezed the hand as the kiss went to the other side. Giving away the cracks one after another that died the traces of love stamps around the chest.

Lirih her lips began to sigh, Arga then smiled before holding her. Moving Arumi's body up to the bed.

a long night passed by, uniting the bond of the heart that is getting stronger in the relationship between the two.