The Successor's Wife of the President

secretary Tomi's

Secretary Tomi is still trying hard, finding out where the news of Arum and Rayyan's affair comes from. Until Vero can be sure it calls directly in front of Arga.

The reason, even though it is true is only Veronica's own essay. Surely the girl did not just choose which man she would make a scapegoat in this matter.

Then the girl found the right guy. That would obviously make Arga easy to believe. Due to the fact, Arga already knew that Rayyan was indeed the only man from the massalu Arum who ever established a closeness.

As he has investigated before. Although, rumors about Arum and Rayyan dating are still confusing according to the words of the Alumni of SMA Negeri X who knew the two people.

About Arumi's pregnancy. Although at first I did not believe. In fact, the drug that is specifically for pregnant women is actually in Arum's room. Complete with testpack once. Which he secured when the servant was about to enter into Mr. Arga's office.

Of all the discoveries it is clear, Arum is pregnant at this time. But why hide it if it is the son of Arga?

Why does my heart ask? It's obvious Miss Arumi wouldn't dare to do that behind Mr. Arga's back. Really, too complicated a problem.all of these puzzles I can't handle in a short time. But by the way, Veronica can know everything?

The inner struggle between believing in disbelief began to disturb him. While his hands play with pens. Daydreaming here and there looking for the point of truth.

Until a phone call made him realize. The man immediately accepted it without delay.

"It's me. How'd it go?" ask Secretary Tomi to take a call.

📞 "Sorry, Sir. Today I follow Miss Veronica wherever she goes. And, to be honest, there's nothing strange about any of his activities."

"Then about the results of the tapping. How's it?"

📞 "Nothing strange either, all phone calls and short messages sound normal..."

"Ck! Rubbish!" Tomi riled up and immediately turned off her phone.

Yeah, looks like this girl can't be underestimated. He does his job very clean. But not Tomi name if not dig it continues to reach the inner core of the earth though.

Another call came in, which this time came from an unknown number.

"Hallo?"

📞 "Where are you? I just arrived in Jakarta!" Strictly speaking.

"Eh..." The man took his phone away for a moment just to read the phone number on the screen. "Dad?"

📞 "Yes, it's me!"

"Yes, geez. You came here why didn't you tell me first? And who's number is this?"

📞 "You're really, yeah. Don't you like me coming?"

"No, so. I'm glad you came, as long as you tell me first. Never mind, where is Dad now? Let me pick you up."

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Elsewhere, in one of the shops. A middle-aged man grumbled after he finished calling his son.

"Basic, this boy really likes to make his father confused." Looking at the one-pointed girl with the black baseball jersey. The one sitting on the other chair, blocked the small table in the middle.

"Have, Sir?" Ask later.

"Yes, this." Handing the phone to the owner. "Thank you, yeah."

"Sama-sama," the girl with the cheerful aura put her mobile phone back in the bag. He also sipped a banana-flavored milk drink in his hand.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Denna, sir."

"Denna, what a name. You still in college?"

"No. I graduated a year ago." Smirks.

"Oh, I think I'm still in college. Because it looks like a teenager." Chuckles for a moment. "now work, 'do you?"

The girl nodded. "I'm just freelance..."

"What fri?" Can't replicate.

"Freelance, sir. A job that doesn't take much time. More precisely, free without pressure. But the royalties are also erratic. sometimes can, sometimes not. Not many of the novels I have written. Hehe." Sucking another drink.

This girl looks humble. Every question I asked was answered cheerfully. Usually young people today are lazy to listen to parents talk. –the father's inner while smiling.

"Oh, what kind of work do you do, why call it fri?"

"I'm writing a novel, a fantasy?"

"Oh, huh? Woaaah... I was sitting with a writer, this? Haha. It's great."

"A writer is great to know. The insights must be broad. Because they have to do research here and there."

"Huhu, that's right. And the cause I often have migraines is, it's..."

"Out can, but still don't force it."

"Yes, sir." Answer with cheer.

"If you can tell, how many books have been published?"

"Emmm, not one yet" Denna replied lightly.

"Not one?" Asking in disbelief, the girl in front simply nodded. "How can you call yourself a writer if you don't have a book?"

"Dam, father! Now it's the digital age. Of course, writing a novel is not in the form of a book anymore, but through online."

"Oh. I just found out."

"Yes I understand, you are too old to know the progress of technology now. Haha..." Denna shut her mouth.

"Non-poly boy!"

"Ma–maaf I used to talk to my peers so let go." Head scratches.

The middle-aged man sighed. "Already, thankfully I am not easily offended. Haha..."

"Haha..." Denna laughed. Although it was awkward for a moment.

"Oh yeah, by the way, my son is also a lover of novels."

The girl immediately sumringah. "really?"

"Yes. The child I called earlier was a hobby of reading novels since adolescence. To the extent that his face became stiff and showed more seriousness."

"Hahaha. I think men if they read novels will be great." Denna closed her mouth laughing.

"Don't get me wrong, he's got a tough face. Maybe the job demands too."

"What does my son work for in Jakarta?"

Could his son be a building clerk? After the appearance of this father like a village man once. Wear a Kumal jacket, cowboy hat... Rich Landlords on TV-TV. –Denna giggles in her heart.

He did not know, if the middle-aged man in front of him was the owner of the largest tea plantation in west Java. He also owns a tea factory.

"My son's job is not great at all! And I want him to be a tea-leaf picker, and even a messenger..."

"It's okay, that's important halal sir." Denna packing. "Sorry, you're really picking up, right?"

"Yes. Right, are you leaving?"

"Emmm, yes. It's too late so I have to go home."

"Hohoho. Be careful and thank you so much for lending me that phone."

"Either. You are healthy, yes. Excuse me first..."

The middle-aged man nodded while chuckling happily. Keep looking at the girl until riding her metic motorbike.

"Sweet, friendly girl" he said as Denna moved away. Shortly after, Secretary Tomi's car arrives. The father we call Mr. Koming immediately frowned.

"Dad, I'm sorry I didn't know that Dad was going to Jakarta by train."

"You don't care about your old father. You'd rather have your father disappear in Jakarta."

Tomi slightly commented on the smile, scratching her forehead with her index finger.

"Luckily there's a kind girl who wants to lend me HP..." While walking Mr. Koming continues to grumble.

"Where is Dad's HP?"

"Lost at home..."

"Hp can miss, anyway? good thing my phone number, memorize."

"Dad does only memorize rancid numbers like you rather than your own number."

"Hahaha. yeah, yeah. It's up to you." Tomi opened her car door for Mr. Koming. Afterwards he got into the car after his father sat down comfortably and the door closed perfectly.

Now the car also drove from Senen station to the area where he lived. Apartment building block A, Elite area Andara Group.