The Successor's Wife of the President
Grandpa's home.

After the loving game is over. Arga lifted his blanket to the neck. Covering the entire body of Arumi who is wrapped in sleepwear.

Arga's left hand held up his head. The other hand rubbed gently on Arum's cheek. The woman, who had fallen asleep a few minutes ago, was now the center of attention.

Promise me to stay here and promise not to leave me. Don't be the second woman I let go of. Don't torture myself...

There was a smooth breath blowing on Arumi's thin lips and shiny due to the refraction of the lamp.

The man's smile was shaken. Arga kissed her again and again. Like I wasn't satisfied with that one. Arga did feel opium, when since the first fucked his wife let alone the last few months. Activities he had never done with any girl including Alicia herself.

Maybe that's what makes an excuse. Why can he ask almost every day even though he keeps calling Arum by the name of Alicia.

Arga used to almost fuck Alicia a few times. It was never planned. Some moments give them a chance.

Although the edges of the woman always refused, under the pretext of wanting to feel love after marriage.

Surely Alicia's rejection on the bed had irritated him and thought Alicia did not love him, but he could feel now. A pleasure that cannot be spoken with words, even if all he does with other women.

Arga hugged Arum's circumference, resting his head on the side of the niche of his wife's neck. His eyes began to shut, until he slowly entered the dreamland.

***

Mentari squirms, greeting the bantala residents who are still sleeping under their blankets.

Arga was ready, standing in front of the mirror. Glanced at his wife who was standing nearby.

"You okay?" asked Arga, her hand moving the tie. Sticking yourself in front of a mirror.

"I'm good, my husband," he replied tiredly. He was also found to be yawning in the back. Seen from the movement of his hands covering his mouth. Arga flipped over, grabbed his chin then. His gaze investigated Arumi's facial lines

"You don't look all right." Arga touched his wife's forehead. "You sick?"

"I'm not sick, baby. Just tired," he replied shyly. To publish a smile on Arga's lips.

"Collapsed? What are you done with?" tanyanya jahil full of intentional.

"Emmm...?" Not yet Arumi answered. Arga had already silenced her with lips.

Anxiety when he saw Arumi bit the lower end of his lips, making Arga could not bear to feel the pink flesh again. It was a few minutes, until Arumi started to cramp up. Only then did Arga let go.

Haaaah, I can die if it's like this. –Arum dives into the heart. His heart was about to explode.

Not to mention when he saw Arga's face tilted to the side, moving slowly to release his lips with a slight pull. He could see clearly, that firm, charismatic jawline.

In retrospect, his figure was absolutely perfect. He became the idol of many women. I was lucky, but I was worried too.

Unknowingly, his back was already clinging to the wall. That slow push got him in Arga's confinement now. In fact, like asking again.

What's he gonna do?

"My husband–" Arum held Arga's hand that was releasing the suit button. "It's noon, you have to work."

"I can postpone my trip in about an hour..."

"Ja–jangan. What if Tomi's secretary gets upset?"

"Indeed who paid him?"

Ah. right too. Of course you are.

"Ck!" Arga dodged furiously. "Can't I just be unemployed?" his grunts smirked, while his lips were back on Arum's lips. Soft bite.

What say? Unemployed? Hey, you want your grandfather killed?

Arum let go. That's very careful too. Her hand rubbed her husband's chest then.

"Darling, we can connect later, right?" Sana out...

"Today I'm out of town and I'll be back the day after tomorrow." Drooping languidly.

"So?"

"Can't I ask for something, as ammo?"

"Emmm..." Arum swallowed his saliva. His eyes twitched as the face came closer.

Tok...

Arga stopped his movement. Exactly one inch from Arumi's lips.

"Are you in the dressing room, sir?" Excited Mr. Ragil outside. The man also breathed.

"Yes, can you come out first! I still have business. Tell Secretary Tomi to rewind the schedule to a few hours."

"Anu– the problem isn't that. Big sir, it's downstairs."

Arga's eyes widened, he hurriedly released Arumi who had been in his arms since. After that walk towards the door and get out.

"Oh.. oh my goodness! What's on that guy's mind, anyway?" Arum touched his chest. "God my heartbeat is so fast. Huuuf!" Fanning himself with his palm.

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Out...

A young man was sitting at the dining table. Enjoy a bowl of porridge made from wheat seeds. With her daughter sitting on the right side.

"Good morning, Grandpa, Mama." Sapa Arga while holding Arumi's hand and sitting on the left side, in front of her Grandpa.

The two eyes covered with glasses minus it stick his two hands that are tied to each other.

"Are you going to eat hand in hand like that?!" Hunus Grandpa pitched ketus as usual. Arum looked down, in contrast to Arga who showed a happy impression.

"What are you doing, let them be like that. It looks so sweet, you know?" Mama Nessie seemed to melt seeing the change in both that looked better. Arumi especially. Honestly, Mama Nessie really likes her current appearance.

"What's sweet?! How can his wife eat if her right hand is held? Basic exaggeration!!"

Arga let go slowly while his lips were still smiling. "When do you come home?" tanyanya.

"Just now!" grandpa Arman replied briefly. His hands again fed a spoonful of porridge into his mouth. Chewable. "I heard you fired a lot of people in the last few months?"

"I have a reason, to take out the trash in the office," replied Arga firmly.

"Yes, I believe. You can do it. But be careful too, the mafia in the business is very hidden and also in groups. So Grandpa wants you to keep watch, don't be weak."

"yes, Cake." Arga nodded. The morning tomb continued with calm.