The Successor's Wife of the President

still a walking episode

The streets of Arum and Arga continue. This time let her husband not do embarrassing things again, all payments in Arum handle.

Little by little the man understood. What is twenty thousand, ten thousand, five thousand, and two thousand rupiah. Because Arumi taught her patiently after buying something. He also said, if paying something cheaper than the amount of money we have will definitely be given change as it is today.

"Now I can mention without seeing the numbers listed."

"Oh, huh?"

"Yes, the green one is twenty thousand." Arga pointed at the paper sheet that Arumi was holding from the takoyaki merchant. She smiled sweetly at her husband.

"You're really great, my husband," he said.

"Yeah... It's me, Arga Sanjaya." Patting his chest feeling proud after knowing the forms of pennies.

Duh, who was proud to be able to memorize all the colors of the pennies. Arum only dared to sneer inwardly. They continue their steps, Arumi's hand is hooked on Arga's arm.

"You happy now?" Tanya Arga rubbed Arumi's hand with her other hand.

"It's so nice. I can eat all sorts of snacks with you."

Arga who heard that sentence did not meet. He is happy when Arumi has really made him a figure that makes him comfortable.

"Thank God if you're happy. Next time go to a cleaner place. Don't come here. Look at the smoke and some dust scattered. It's very unhealthy for you and our future son."

"Don't overdo it, you don't see a lot of pregnant women who are also traveling with her husband. They even ride motorcycles. Jammed around? Even look at that, hawker mother?" He pointed at the woman sitting next to his cart. "She was even pregnant."

"Don't equate them with you. You have an important role in my life. One wound will make me feel guilty. And I don't want to repeat the past. Because you're the sole proponent of my life right now."

Arumi widened her smile. "Hehehe, is my husband getting better at combating?"

"What's that?"

"It's nothing, baby..." Arumi rested her head on her husband's arm. He did not want to discuss the meaning of the word dreadlocks that would make him stress himself. "Darling?"

"Yes..." Arga kissed his wife's head.

"I used to think; if you ever have a partner wants to walk in a park like this. And I never thought, my hope was realized..."

In fact, beyond expectations. Because I thought, my husband was a simple man because I knew myself by my position at that time. And never imagined, I would marry a rich man like him.

"If you have a partner? So, it's true you've never had a boyfriend?" Suddenly Arga asked. His long footsteps stopped.

Arum raised his face towards Arga. "Do you not believe me?"

"Not that.don't misunderstand my wife again," replied Arga hurriedly. Denying any negative thoughts that may be lodged in his wife's head.

"Not believing is okay?" Arum blurted out the sentence to tease her husband.

"Arumy..."

"Haha... Nothing, dear. I've never been in a relationship with any man. And, only you were my only lover in the beginning and I hope forever."

"really?" The admiration seems to increase in the wife. The woman nodded slowly.

"Don't boyfriend. I want to admire someone I don't dare."

"Why?"

"Emmm. I have a life that is like being in the middle of a whirlpool. And it might be hard for me to get out of there."

Arga understands. He already knew what Arumi's life was like before. But he was relieved to be able to avenge everything to his stepmother and two stepbrothers.

The man walked up to Arum who had already walked first and sat down on one of the empty benches. The woman was opening a box made of thin white cardboard.

"Dear, I want you to try it."

"Because I love watching you eat out of my hands." Arum stabbed one of his notch before reaching out to Arga. The man opened his mouth without being told. "Wider, baby."

"You want me to open my mouth how wide again?" Protests though still follow the will of his wife who directly enter at once into the mouth of her husband.

Actually I don't want to eat five-footed food like this. But how else, the first lady is pregnant young.

Chewing while glancing bitterly at his wife who looked pleased.

"Enak, right?"

"Emmm, appreciable. But I don't want to spend it all. I'm already too full." Arga has eaten a lot since. Such as siomay, batagor, curros, fish cake of various shapes and currently takoyaki.

"Again, yes..."

"No. I'm really full."

"Yes my. I'm sorry I forced you so much."

"No really. I just want to obey whatever you want. For her..." That's always been the mainstay.

Arum smiled, happy when her husband wanted to do whatever he wanted.

"Eh, Stain sauce. Here I clean your lips." Arum pulled out a piece of tissue and pointed it at the tip of her husband's lip that was hit by takoyaki sauce.

Taps... Taps... Arum glanced at her husband's perfect handsome face. Who resigned when the middle is cleaned.

I never expected, every lara I've experienced so far would be able to live. Unconsciously I met you today...

Arum still rubbed her husband's lips in a slow motion.

Marry me Aliee...

I love you Alieee...

Aliee, say my name.

Arum smiled as the two neutrals began to condense at this moment. Yes, the bitter past must indeed be buried deeply. Because the wise say. Masalalu like a rearview mirror that is seen occasionally, and more to see the future so that your pace continues to lead forward.

"You okay?"

"Hmm?" Arum raised his face. Arga could catch those teary eyes.

"Why does your face look sad?"

"Not really." Arum shifted his sitting position. What was once slanted towards Arga is now back straight facing the front. "I was just thinking. When I first decided to marry you, there might never be anything like this."

Arga seemed to raise one eyebrow. Listening to the wife.

"every day. I had to suggest to myself not to fall in love with you. However, that night somehow with confidence, I said I would love you so you could forget your past."

"I continue to regret what I did Arumi. You must be remembering how cruel I am, right?" Staring languidly.

"No dear, this is my destiny." Looking towards her husband. "Maybe I should be grateful for being given a resemblance of a face to the deceased? With this I can feel the love of a king in this land."

Arga smiled, rubbing Arumi's cheek. "You call me king?"

"Yes, the king who made this Ashes man fall in love. Have you heard of Cinderella?"

"of course..." Smacking Arumi's forehead.

"When I was a teenager, I always liked that story. Not infrequently even imagine in this world there really is a prince who will help me from the injustice I experienced. And I found that. She's my husband now, she's more than a king in my heart. You, and all the good you gave. I'm really happy my husband."

Arga smiled before giving a lightning kiss on the lips of the wife. Of course, his actions reaped frustration on Arumi who was not used to being kissed in public, while Arga only laughed gently rubbed his wife's head.