The Successor's Wife of the President
Dinner event

Inside the private room...

A woman looks nervous. He was confused about what he wanted to express himself in front of the President of Andara Group and his wife.

Should he put all his hands under the table, or on top? Should he duck while talking or perhaps look at them.

Why become stiff like this. Dinner that should be quiet why be tense. This is indeed the first time he met a classy person like the President Director of a large Group company. Of course, all his movements will definitely be in the spotlight.

"Darling?" Aska squeezed Akirra's cold left hand. The woman looked. "Why?"

"T–it's okay?" the answer. Aska took one of his other hands. Grasping the two on the lap of the wife.

"You must be experiencing anxiety? Want to take some medicine?" tanyanya. The woman then shook her head.

"No, Brother. I'm just nervous."

"Really?"

"Yes, no need to worry. I was just confused, how to behave in front of Mr. Arga Sanjaya and his wife. They are classy people. It must be just me who will look like a low-class woman," he said with a lowered head.

"Oh my God." Aska chuckles. He touched his wife's chin and raised it. "Don't bow to anyone. They're still ordinary people just like us."

"Yes, I get it. In God's eyes we are all the same. But still, if I'm wrong to say how?"

"No need to talk much. Just answer as necessary if the wife of President Arga asked first."

The woman smiled, she nodded cheerfully at her husband. Aska herself immediately pulled her nose gnashed.

"Sister, have you met the President's wife before?"

"Emmm, not yet."

"What kind of woman is that, huh? He'll be friendly no, huh?"

"I don't know, baby. But he seems good. Because her husband has changed so much. I don't know.we'll see."

"Yes, Brother."

"Yes, drink first." Aska let go of her hand, reaching for mineral water near Akirra. Then handing. "Drink, so that your mood is calmer."

"Thank you, Brother."

"Together, baby."

A few seconds later, the door was opened by two servants who were holding the left and right sides. Those who sit, stand up.

"Quiet, just.." whispered Aska to his wife while patting slowly the slender waist.

"Doctor Aska, I'm sorry I'm ten minutes late." Arga immediately shook his hand and hugged the man.

"It's okay, we just arrived. In fact, we've tasted the opening meal."

"Hahaha, no problem..."

While they were greeting. One side of the other also looks to be getting acquainted with each other.

Arumi greeted the woman in front of him.

"Hallo, good night."

"Se–se–happy, ma–night... Madam." The cold, trembling hand welcomed Arumi's outstretched hand first.

"You, Miss Akirra?"

"Emmm, i–iya." Smiling stiff.

"I'm Arumi, nice to meet you. You're so pretty and sweet."

"Ah, thank you." Akirra was flattered to hear the compliment. "Sa–me too, feel happy to meet with Mrs Arumi. You're really pretty and graceful."

Hearing her accent, it seemed like this girl from East Java. (Arum) "Thank you for the compliment..."

Arumi smiled forming a beautiful lip arch. It is the same with Akirra showing the line of the crescent moon.

The stiffness was actually felt clearly by Arum. But he understood, and tried to look warmer even though he was actually nervous at this time.

"This is my wife." Arga introduces Arumi. The man before them immediately nodded politely.

"I too, Mr. Doctor," replied Arum.

"Oh, this is my wife, sir. Akirra..."

"Yes," Arga nodded kindly at Akirra who had lowered his head, then turned to look at Aska. "You're really a doctor who doesn't know the rules."

"Eh?" Aska.

"Girl is a minor like this, you marry her?"

"Geez!" Aska again jerked, but soon after closed her mouth laughing.

"Hey, Miss? All this time your life must have been heavy because in these pedophile brackets, right?" Arga pointed towards Aska.

"Emmmm...?" Akirra was confused himself, in contrast to Aska who was just a head bobble.

Oh my... He said I was a pedophile? What self? Marrying a woman just to revive something that no longer exists? (Aska)

"Anu, Husband. Why are you talking like that?" whispered Arumi felt bad. However, she was still not used to the arrogant speech that was often thrown by her husband for others.

"Let it go, I want to free this prisoner. If his life is tormented."

Ckckck... You didn't realize before that you were the one who forced me to get married, sir who thinks you're an angel?

"It's okay, madam." Aska chuckled, unable to bear the amused on the accusation. "I'm used to being accused of marrying a high school kid because my wife has a teenage face. He has entered the number twenty-six years, really," he explained. Akirra himself smiled and nodded.

Whoa, really? The woman in front of me is older than me? I think he is still a dozen years old. Baby face once... (Arumy)

"really? Try showing your ID. I don't believe this asshole."

"Honey. Stopit! Don't talk like that." The whisper of Arum is getting bad. "I'm sorry my husband Mr. Doctor."

"It's okay, Madam. I've memorized, with Master having this venomous saliva."

"Hahahaha, I really want to kick you now, Doctor."

"Just do it, if you want!" They talk with their lips smiling until their teeth are seen. While their chests were sticking together like they were about to duel.

Arum and Akirra both pulled their arms away from each other. One thing is in each wife's head. Are they familiar or not, anyway?

Yeah, thats... Arga does like the character of people like Aska. Likewise, Aska who appreciates the character of men outspoken even though sometimes annoying. Be both making friends without being aware of this moment.

Dinner went well, but at the beginning the wives were worried. It will become a mess after the act of teasing each other.

They noticed the food of each partner. So that some of the servants who accompanied were seen bobbing their heads and were amazed to see the romantic scenery in front of them.

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After eating they returned to talk lightly. Akirra or Arumi seem to enjoy this conversation. Until unknowingly the two had slashed the barrier that previously made them awkward.

"Anu– Madam, I almost canceled the intention to hand this parcel over to you. But after talking, I don't think you'll mind." Akirra handed the large-sized paper bag to the woman in front of him. "Please accept this, Madam."

"Well..this is what?" Arum was happy, so the bag has now changed hands.

"That's the pottery I made myself."

"really? Can I open it?"

"Yes, Madam. Please..."

Arumi opened it immediately. Inside there is a beautiful ceramic teapot with two mini-sized glasses. Tidily arranged in the box.

"Geez, that's beautiful. Is it true that everything is made with this fine hand?"

"Hehehe, Yes Madam. I did course in making pottery like this for two more years."

"Waaah. babe look at this." Arum showed it to Arga. "This is amazing. That's great, isn't it?"

"You like it?" Arga rubbed Arumi's head.

"Of course, honey. It's beautiful, the details are too. Although I don't really like art, but my late father used to collect antique pottery. To me it's amazing not to lose to anything my father's collection has ever seen."

Arga smile. He turned back to Aska and Akirra. It seems he was thinking something.