The Successor's Wife of the President
Still in Labuan Bajo

Arum opened his eyes. Vaguely the room was getting more and more clearly caught by his pupils. After gathering all of his consciousness that several hours ago flew in a dream world.

"Ugh..." Arum complained all over the body that felt tired. I don't know what time they're playing hot in bed. Even Arum until unconscious, sleeping in the middle of an unfinished game.

"What time is it?" Mumbled, and turned to the side. His forehead creased slightly when he saw a piece of paper placed on the table. While the tip of the paper is overstressed Arum's own phone.

"What's this?" Arum grabbed it and read.

You awake yet?

Sorry if I left you. That shitty secretary forced me to go to a meeting without allowing me to wait until you woke up.

Sweet lips Arum smiled. "Who asked you to wait for me to wake up?" Arum read the next post.

Now I have a meeting with one of the county officials. If you get bored, you can do anything. Just don't go too far. I also hired people to come with you.

Have fun until noon. Because dusk I'm back. –That's how it was.

Arum put the paper back on the table. Then open the drawer on the front of the table. There's some pile of pajama towels. Grabbing one of them, then putting it on the plain body.

A few minutes later, it came out with a fresher taste. Dress as necessary and wear simple clothes but still look graceful.

Kruuukk... Arum touched his own stomach.

"Oh my goodness, am I hungry?" Arum looked towards the clock. Seen on the wall, a short needle points to the number eight, while a long needle points to the number seven.

"Yes, even if it's too late, I still have a good time to eat my breakfast."

Hurriedly Arum grabbed the phone and put it in a small bag. He had no intention of ordering food. Because Arum prefers to walk directly to his restaurant. Be now he comes out with passion.

Cklaafck...

"Good morning, Miss." Three male guards, and two female servants stood by the door. The one who just opened the door.

"Eh. morning," she replied, stroking her chest. I was surprised that there was suddenly someone here.

"I'm sorry, we're going to have breakfast for you, Miss Arumi," said one of the maids.

"thank you. I thought, I'll just go straight to the restaurant."

"We have prepared specially, according to Mr. Arga's order. Miss can eat it inside. I'll prepare it."

"All right..." Arum steps aside, letting the two of them in while carrying a food trolley.

Though I want to take a walk for a while. –Binnya while stepping in. The three guards.

Arumi sat in a chair for a moment. Staring at the two maids put some food on the table. A little boisterous as the plates were placed on the glass table. And the last one of them gave a knife and fork to Arumi.

"Please, Miss."

"Thank you..." Arum. He looked back at the table. Everything before him was a delicious meal that was not cheap. However, I don't know why none of them are appetizing.

I want a hodgepodge... Arum. Because it has been almost this week he really misses his breakfast first in the department store.

"Miss, why haven't you touched the food yet? Is something wrong?"

"Emmmm?" Arum looked and shook his head. "No, Ma. But I just want another meal. Not this."

"Say, what do you want? Let our Chef prepare."

"I want a hodgepodge, same hot tea!" the answer is spontaneous when offered.

"Yes..." Arum bit the tip of his fork, then nodded. "I want to eat that. Can you please provide?"

"Emmm, well will I contact our Chef."

"Then please get rid of all this. Because to be honest, I'm sick of seeing it." Arum pushed slowly the plate in front of him after it moved from where he was sitting.

The two servants looked at each other in astonishment. But one of them immediately commanded to immediately re-clean the existing.

Some time later...

"Please, Miss." The other woman who served as the manager put the food in Arum's message.

"Waaaah..." He also grabbed his spoon and fork. Try a little peanut sauce that wraps all the components of the stew on the plate.

Seen his forehead wrinkled, his lips seemed to taste.

"Is something wrong, Miss?"

"It's too salty."

"Huh?" The woman was surprised. "Bo–can I try?"

"Yes, just try it." Arum pushed his plate slowly. The manager took a new spoon.

"Excuse me, Miss," he said before spooning a little of the peanut butter. He then tried with one hand to look at the other near the chin. "Ma–maaf. I think it's fitting, Miss."

"But my tongue feels that it is salty" Arumi later said.

"We'll fix it."

"Yes, I like spices that taste sweeter."

"Good, Miss."

A few minutes later, a new hodgepodge was in front of him.

"How's it?" Ask the waiter, even the resort chef to stand near the dining table Arumi.

"I don't like this taste. The onion is too stinging."

"Geez!" The chef rubbed the sweat on his neck. Die me!

Graaaaaaak.

"I'm going to the kitchen."

"W-what?" They asked almost simultaneously.

"I want to make this hodgepodge myself. Can, right?"

"Emmmm," the chef glanced at the resort manager.

The one in the lyrics also sighed. "But, Miss. The kitchen is dirty."

"No problem. I want to eat hodgepodge with my own produce."

"Yes well, Miss."

"Yes!" Arum stepped out of the luxury resort, which was followed by others as well.