The Successor's Wife of the President
evidence found

Setiba at Arga's house did not immediately run to curse his wife. He just flinch at the door, unable to look at the woman's face if what Veronica says is true.

But from his heart, he continued to dismiss all bad thoughts about the accusation. Arum would never betray me. That was how his heart cooled the atmosphere.

"Young Master–" Mr. Ragil admonished the friendly man who had been staring expressionlessly at the main door since getting out of his car.

There was a bit of astonishment, when Arga came in an electric car that he drove himself.

Tesla Roadster Founder Series car can be said very rarely he used since marriage. Because it has become his secretary's job to bring his office car to anywhere other than the private driver who is in charge of delivering him and Arumi outside work hours.

Master is really worried about Miss Arumi, it seems... (Sir Ragil)

"How is he, and what does the doctor say?" Arga asked in a normal tone. Does not contain the slightest anxiety.

"The doctor said, Miss is anemic. And there should be plenty of rest" he replied according to what he had heard from the woman's doctor. Without adding, let alone reducing it.

"I hope my wife is indeed anemic" he murmured, still sounding soft in Mr. Ragil's ear.

Veronica, if I hadn't gotten the evidence you said, you would have received your reward! (Argha)

"Sir, can you please prepare another room for my wife?"

"Emmm, well sir. I'll get ready soon." Although Mr. Ragil was confused by his Master's wishes, but He still agreed without asking much.

Meanwhile Arga immediately sauntered into the house past Mr. Ragil and some servants who were bowing a little.

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Inside the spacious room, Arga entered carefully. Passed a little hallway from that door until it reached his bed.

A private nurse accompanying Arum inside nodded once.

"You can get out first!" His order. The nurse nodded before stepping out of the room.

Back, Arga's gaze was fixed on Arum who was sleeping fast. Her slightly pale face meant that she was not well.

Slowly approach and sit by his side. Arga was silent for a long time, peeking at Arumi's calm face in a blanket that covered part of her body.

Arum, are you really having an affair? I hope everything is not true.

His hands were raised, touching the wife's delicate face.

Tell me if it's a lie. You can't dare to do that dirty thing behind my back. You're a civilized woman. I trust you.

The touch of a hand that moves to the lips keeps Arum awake. His eyelids were weakly raised. Her hand was holding Arga's hand which was rubbing her lips.

"Darling?" Lirih Arum. He saw Arga by his side. "You're home yet?"

Arga did not answer, his eyes still pointed towards the wife. The woman got up, she sat down and smiled faintly before her husband.

"Ah, I forgot..." Arum gives a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome to my husband."

One of Arga's hands was clenched tightly. He didn't even return the kiss as usual. Before long, Mr. Ragil knocked on the door of the room and entered after waiting for a while.

"Sir, the room is ready" he said, which made Arga look back a little.

"Room?" Arum was confused when he heard that. Where the husband moved his eyes forward.

"We're moving rooms for a while" she asked coldly.

"Emmm, move rooms? Why suddenly?"

Arga sighed, he was trying hard to resist the lust that wanted to explode.

"Sir, where's the wheelchair?" pinta Arga without answering Arum's previous questions.

"This is Mister" replied Mr. Ragil, ordering one of the servants to bring the wheelchair closer to the side of the bed.

"We're really moving?"

"Yes, just one night. Because I want the waiter to rearrange this room."

"Oh, okay..." Arum pulled out his blanket and got off the bed and moved to the wheelchair that had been prepared. While a nurse grabbed an infusion bag hanging from a pole.

Why all of a sudden, Mr Arga wants to rearrange this room? Though the room is neat. –Arum is still confused. The waiter pushed his chair out of the room. A private nurse followed behind them.

Arga was silent for a moment until Arum was completely out of sight. Now, in that room there was only her along with Mr. Ragil who was waiting for his next order.

"Surgery this room, look for any kind of drug available." His orders were on the two male servants behind Mr. Ragil.

"Good, Sir." They replied firmly while following his master's orders.

"Sir Ragil, now call Mr. Rizal to face me in the study!"

"Good, Sir." The middle-aged man nodded once, while Arga immediately left just like that. What's the matter, actually? Innering later.

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In the work room...

Arga waited with his cold gaze. Until the door of the room was knocked.

"Good day, sir." Greeting with reverence. The man was now standing before him.

"Sir Rizal, you have been the longest-serving chief bodyguard for my wife. You're also the one who's been accompanying Arumi more, even sitting in the same car."

"Yes, Sir." The man looked down.

"Now, who do you see me as?"

"Emmmm?" Slowly raising his black netra glanced at Arga. Why is he so horrible. Did I make a big mistake?

"Java!" Kick it until Mr. Rizal stunned.

"An–You're the Young Master who paid me. I'm working on the Master at the moment."

"So are you going to say honestly. Whatever else I'm gonna ask you?"

"Yes, sir," he replied carefully.

Arga let out a sigh, his hand rubbing the side of his hair back.

"You know a young man named Rayyan?"

"Yes, I know Sir. He's a young man who works as an apprentice teacher in a symphony building."

Arga went back to silence with a sense of annoyance that was already overflowing in his head.

"Is there anything strange about him?" ask him then after being able to neutralize it a little.

"Emmm, that guy. It's always on the doorstep of the violin room, whenever Miss has a practice schedule."

"What did He do?"

"none. Just shut up, sir."

"But that's all, have they ever had a dialogue?"

"Emmm?"

"The answer honestly! There's no need to hide anything from me."

"Yes, Sir. Several times I saw them chatting, and the last one was–" Mr. Rizal hung up his sentence as he recalled the promise he made to Arumi.

"The last one?"

"Emmm... sa–I only heard from the female coach. If the young Miss is taken away by him for a few minutes. Then when I found the lady walking around the door of the emergency stairs. I thought, Miss Arum is out of there. Although to be honest, only the young Miss I saw. I'm sure the man is inside."

"Why don't you check it?"

"That's because Miss Arumi forbade me, sir."

"And you didn't report this to Secretary Tomi? Or did you report but she didn't tell me?"

"I'm not reporting, sir. Because indeed, Miss Arumi asked me to shut up."

Arga was getting windy, he even kicked the table very hard. One hand clenched firmly, the other one persuaded Mr. Rizal with breath sounds up and down.

"You, starting today. No longer working with me."

"A–what? But Mister?"

"Go from before me now. And take your last paycheck!"

"Sir, I beg you for mercy. Please don't fire me. I really hang my family's life here."

"I don't care about that, traitor!! Get rid of you...!" His asses without mercy. The big tall man sighed and left the room with a slow expression.

Not long after, a male servant came in carrying something that his master was looking for.

"Excuse me, sir."

Arga who was massaging his forehead glanced. "Did you find him?"

"There are several drugs including vitamins that are commonly consumed by Miss Arumi. But there's one capsule bottle I found hidden in a wardrobe drawer, Miss Arum."

"What medicine is that?"

"Emmm, a kind of pregnant women's supplement."

The deg!

Arga's hand trembled, grabbing the medicine from the hand of his servant.

Goddamn bum! Could he dare to do this? She's really pregnant...?

"You, get out there!"

"Good sir." The waiter walked away.

"I won't talk until you open your voice. Can you tell me the truth about your pregnancy, Arumi?!" His hands clenched firmly, the capsule bottle that was in his grasp.