The Successor's Wife of the President
anger that masks common sense

Symphony building...

Rayyan was watching her students, most of whom were high school children, play saxophone.

There is a sense of pride, when they can play well. It was like making it back when you first learned.

At that time Rayyan was still sitting at Junior High. He forced to study musical instruments for the sake of graduation at his school. Because for Rayyan, at that time it was the right momentum to show himself as a reliable musician in front of the one-pointed girl he liked.

It was like the love of an ordinary monkey. Rayyan only dared to put UHT milk, or sandwich bread on the table secretly.

And who would have thought, that He would love that little girl until this very moment.

In his seriousness he listened to the disciples blow the saxophone. A door opened, a man she did not know was now standing at the door.

The young man wearing a shirt with his arms bent three-quarters walked over to the door.

"Sorry, who are you looking for?" ask Rayyan.

"Come out, and meet my Master at the roof top of the building."

Rayyan flinched for a moment amidst the ripples of saxophone sounds that were still heard in the ears.

"You don't see me teaching my students?" tanyakanya.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rayyan. From today on, you don't teach here anymore." A man of tambun stature made a sound. Rayyan also turned her head, because she had just seen him with one person who seemed to be from abroad.

"What does that mean, sir?"

"That's..." The fat man scratched his head. "Someone wants you to no longer work here. He has also recommended a saxophone trainer from France who will replace you."

The man sighed, his eyes fixed on the bule man by the side of the fat man earlier.

"That's really ridiculous. You stopped me in the middle while I was teaching?"

"I'm sorry.." I can no longer speak. He himself was also actually not happy with the uncle of the young man, but how else. If he does not obey, then this building must be vacated.

"Now I give you time to pack. Then follow me to the roof of this building." Pinta was the first foreign man to ask her to come out. With no choice, Rayyan followed.

But before that, of course he had to take a goodbye with his students who looked confused with an inflatable musical instrument in their hands.

Suddenly Mr. Rayyan stopped teaching...? That's what's on each other's minds. Whispers and stares at each other are seen.

Then the Caucasian man who was about forty-seven years old immediately introduced himself using his English.

There were some protests from those who thought this was too sudden. Mr. Rayyan should have finished his lessons today to the end. That's their wish.

But it seems that the decision was already unanimous. Rayyan himself did not say much, everything was left to the fat man who explained more about the situation which of course had been filtered.

Rayyan smiled faintly as they approached and embraced the delightful music teacher. There were some children of crying disciples also did not want to part with their teacher. But how else? This is not all of his will.

Rayyan waved her hand, before exiting the room. And, the impact of Rayyan's stopping made some students upset. Until not a few of them who then pack their goods and then come out.

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On the roof of the symphony building...

Arga stood up to challenge the strong wind that hit him. A helicopter is also parked in the middle of the helipad area that is available.

Anger that rises up to the veins, making Arga lost his mind. He could investigate first. It's not just that I just met Rayyan.

"Master, this is Rayyan. The young man you're looking for."

Rayyan's steps stopped behind him. Faced with the man who still turned his back on the two of them. Even though the aide has told.

"You can die with this son of a bitch...!" His ink was cold, which was accompanied by several men in black suits around him.

After everything came out, silence was again created. Rayyan who did not understand, could only clench her hands. Hate for the contract letter. Although in his mind Rayyan's hands were already very itchy to beat him up.

Arga's lips are half. "Why? Are you afraid you can't live if you stop teaching?"

"My purpose in teaching here does not mean that I need money to provide for my family."

"Then why did you protest when you were fired? Is it because there's something in this building that makes you unable to get out of here?" Arga looked back.

Seen a defiant gaze from the young man named Rayyan. Impressed flat without feeling depressed.

"I have love here." he concluded straightforwardly. Which made Arga immediately clench his hands strong. As if ready to launch a raw bogem.

"Love?" Ask while approaching a few steps. "Who do you mean by your love? Is it a woman who has a husband?"

Rayyan flinched, she had not completely changed her facial expression. What he meant was his protege. And, yes, maybe Arum is one of the factors he feels at home here.

"You're silent because you didn't? You know the low side of a man, which is when he cheats on someone else's wife."

One eyebrow Rayyan raised, "cheating?"

Greeeepp! Arga gripped firmly on both of his shirt collars.

"I thought, at our first meeting at that hotel. Your words are a figment of a thumb. Apparently, you're really after him?"

Rayyan flinching. Replying to the emerald-eyed man's sharp gaze.

"You fucking asshole, how dare you do disgusting things to get a woman. You think after you fuck someone else's wife to get pregnant, I'll just leave it to you?"

Kontan, Rayyan's eyes are perfectly rounded. "what do you mean?"

"Tell me. How many times have you done it with my wife, and where?"

"Hei– are you drunk, right now? You're accusing me of impregnating Arumi?"

"JUST TELL ME, DAMN IT!!" Buaaaaaaccckk..!! Arga smashed Rayyan's face to the ground.

Instantly the smell of carnation smelled, Rayyan grimaced with the pain of a small tear at the tip of her lips.

Hurriedly Arga again gripped the two collars firmly, forcing Rayyan's body to rise and lean on the end of the building.

"Poor men do not know themselves...! Why did you do this to him. You should have perished!"

"Aarhh... A–You are really silly. All of a sudden it comes, and then it does this?" part of his body has already passed through the barrier. If Arga keeps pushing it, Rayyan's body could fall off the roof.

"I'm actually suspicious. Because of the sweetness of cats. The instinct to steal it will definitely show up...!"

"You really want to do this to me? A president of a major Group company in the country, would kill someone for his jealousy?" Rayyan chuckles. Although his body trembled slightly, he tried to remain calm.

"You think I don't dare?" Arga pushed him even more. Rayyan herself closed her eyes. "Listen to me, you little rancid boy! I have the power to clean this up. Most importantly I can destroy, the man who has impregnated my wife."

"Curtain!" Rayyan pulled back half her lips. "Your wife is pregnant, and you're accusing me of impregnating her? is that as low as Arumi in your eyes, Mr Arga?"

"Fuckin' shit!"

"Drop me. Even if I die, it won't change anything."

"I'll kill the fetus in her womb too." Arga really dark eyes. Unconsciously he said so.

"You sure? really for whatever sake, you alone will regret." the atmosphere is gripping at once resigned is felt Rayyan at this time. But he still tried to calm down.

"Mr Arga, I know you're a graduate of Colombia university, and also Harvard. You're a famous boss with brilliant brains in your ideas. But, apparently you have his weakness. Your brain is too shallow in love affairs. You should understand the character of your wife. Does anyone from his side look convincing as the perpetrator of the affair?"

"That's right!" Arga pushed him back, Rayyan closed her eyes again. Now that almost half of the body floated, with only the man before him releasing the grip, Rayyan's body would definitely fall and crumble.

The man did not shout at all, other than just resigned. In the end, Arga pulled him and dropped him near his feet.

The man immediately sauntered away, boarding his helicopter because the pilot was already on standby inside.

Rayyan herself seemed to freeze, her heart was completely pounding. Slowly the heli propeller rotates until it raises a strong wind. Arga was already away, the man sighed.

"Arum, I didn't expect. Your husband is this cruel. I hope you're okay, because if he does something to you, then I won't be afraid to die at his hands." Rayyan muttered. His heart is really windy.