The Successor's Wife of the President
The instigator 2

They were in a cafe. Quite crowded with small talk voices here and there. The tables are almost all filled, which dominate the young with their attractive appearance.

Area X is indeed an area that is attached to the people of berdasi. Some of these locations are inhabited by towering high-rise buildings. Where elite class employees gather.

So no wonder, if the cafes there are more in the middle to upper people.

The two sat facing each other. Rayyan looked at the branded-looking girl who was busy opening the menu book, choosing dishes for herself.

Why should I follow, this foreign girl? From the looks of it, he's like he's in Mr. Arga's class.

Veronica who felt watched glanced ahead.

"You didn't open the menu book?"

"Our goal is just to talk about Arumi and her husband. Not to eat.." Rayyan replied coldly.

"Emmm, any talk needs a drink, right? Order something, anything. I paid for it!"

"I have money, even if I want to eat almost the entire best seller menu here. I can afford to pay for that food."

Vero smiled thinly. His eyes combed the appearance of the man in front of him. Not Bad's! How thought.

There was little admiration for Rayyan's appearance. From head to foot. That guy is cool. His cold attitude really made any woman would definitely be interested, and fall in love. Not to mention it looks pretty handsome. Yeah, eleven twelve with Arga about looks. But the matter of caste, of course he is very far below his royal man.

"Can you say it now, Miss? if not, I'll go." Rayyan hurriedly got up about to leave. However, the girl hurriedly held him back.

"Hold a minute and sit down again. If you really care about that woman, be patient. Don't let you regret everything."

Rayyan was transfixed, she sat back down with a sigh.

He seems like it's gonna be hard for me to work on. He's also not the type of matre guy I can pay for. But I had to persuade her for the sake of perfection my life would be messed up if I didn't act now. It's free for me to pay the truck driver, if Kak Arga still can not have. –Veronica satin.

"I'll order a drink for you." the woman turned her head aside to mention her order to the waiter. He began to write one by one.

"Any more, brother?"

"No, that's all..."

"I reread the order ..one cup of coffee latte, one iced frappuccino caramel, one tiramisu cake, and one Japanese Fluffy Pancake. Right, huh?"

"Yes..."

"We will prepare soon. Please wait a minute, brother."

"thank you," he said, after that, to Rayyan again. "Where did we start talking about this, huh?"

"Best of all, I don't want to waste my time."

"Hei– relax, man! You won't miss your train. Haha..." The woman laughed. The one in front was completely expressionless.

Vero twisted his body slightly, taking something in his bag. A sheet of paper that is in the clip at the end. Then he put it on the table, pushing slowly towards Rayyan. The man just glanced a little.

"That's a picture of a contract letter I accidentally saw on the desk, Arga. I take a picture of the sheet, and I print it. I make sure the writing will be clearly read."

Rayyan grabbed it and read it at a glance. "What is your purpose in handing this over to me?" Rayyan lifted the sheet of paper over the edge of the ear.

"I know, you must have kept Arumi's name in your heart, right?"

"Know where? Don't guess!"

"I don't guess. You think before we talk here I didn't investigate first?"

Rayyan was silent, and she put the paper back on the table.

"I just want to help you get the right that should be yours."

"I know, you're not the kind of person who cares about other people, let alone strangers. Now, just say it plainly, what do you want?"

He's not the kind of guy who likes to beat around the bush, is he? Alright.. alright... But I really need to hold it.

Vero rubbed both of his palms preparing the bullet he was about to fire at the target. Along with that, a servant came. Bring their orders.

"Please..."

"Thank you."

"Together." The waiter came back. Vero grabbed his drink. "Hemmm, my favorite frappuccino."

"Continue on...!"

"Wait first. Just drink your coffee."

"Continue! I don't like half talk..."

"Okay..." Vero put his glass back down and took a perfect stance. Both arms are piled on the table. "I want you to take back your lover. All because I'm sure, you're much more humane to treat her than Arga's sister."

"Why do you call me more humanizing Arum than he is, he? What the hell is going on?"

"Emmm..." Vero put up a worried face mimic. "To be honest, I'm talking to Arumi. Because she was just made a living doll by the future husband of my late sister."

"What?" muttered.

"Yes, you saw Arumi change. He changed his appearance before that, for whom? If not for the will of Kak Arga who wants to live his fantasy. He wants to make Arum like my brother." The girl pulled out her phone, and showed me a picture of Alicia. "Look at this, she's my older sister. Her name is Alicia, she died over two years ago."

Rayyan was silent there. Staring at the portrait of the girl who he thinks is similar to Arumi's previous appearance. Although today he was happy to see the change Arumi who returned to a simple look like before.

A smile also appeared very thin on Vero's lips.

"You should know, that woman...?" words hanging.

"What, just say it?"

"Yes, his life is very poor at the Sanjaya Family Home. And, what is this music practice for? If not for the sake of perfecting the doll." Vero shifted the screen again. "My brother is a violinist who has a name even to the international scene. This is the reason, Arga Sanjaya asked him for violin lessons."

"Arumi?" his murmur, his chest is now tight like pierced sembilu.

"I had time to find out, that Arumi has a big debt to Kak Arga. And in exchange, she should be made a slave who is even forced to serve her husband's lust almost every night."

Rayyan's hand was clenched tightly. "No way... Arum's not that stupid."

"That's a fact! You should have seen Arumi's sadness before. Did you never catch him?" Vero keeps pumping Rayyan. That had started to boil when remembering, Arumi's sad face in the early days of the marriage.

And also, while staying at Denna's house. He listened to a little of his conversation.

"He is not only in inner torment, I am sure! His physique must also be in pain," he continued.

Perhaps, Arumi was subjected to such torture. If so, why did he never tell, even if only to Denna. Or maybe I did but I didn't know.

The man immediately rose from his position, his two eyes were a ponderous red. Anger seemed to rise to the gardens. He grabbed the sheet and left.

Vero also leaned his shoulders, his smile covered perfectly.

"It's not hard apparently.in a moment, a rainstorm is coming. Arga and Arumi's ship will definitely be hit hard."

The girl grabbed her cake spoon. Cut one of the sweet cakes he ordered, and ate it while glancing at Rayyan's body across the zebra cross from the glass wall next to his chair.

"Guild, Perfect!" murmured later, while putting the spoon again.