The Little Wife of Mr. President
The Sadness of Arumi and the Warmth of Saguna

Since that day, three days have passed. The woman who was able to rise from her depression ended up locked in the room again. His heart was as if it were crushed to pieces. Arumi did not expect that her love would get a painful ordeal like this. The night changed morning and changed night again, just keep greeting him with the mother who went back and forth to the room closed the window curtain and opened it again when the morning greeted again.

As the middle-aged woman did this morning, she pulled the window curtain to the side and hooked it on a ribbon that was stuck on the shutters. His face turned to look at the child who apparently did not sleep at all either since when.

Various persuasions and advice he has given, but that is Arumi. A woman who always does something with extraordinary sincerity, until when she falls she will be very destroyed and helpless. Tears every time he entered his son's room continued to fall.

"Oh my God, what misfortune has befallen my son? Please give her strength. Arumi our only child, God." Sekar's heart screamed so he could not bear and then silenced his lips with both shoulders shaking with the sound of crying.

Clearly from the direction Arumi stood just staring blankly ahead without a tear that continued to wet the damp pillow.

"Mrs, excuse me. This is breakfast for Miss Arumi." Bi Indah's voice quietly sounded in the doorway.

He also stared at the current state of Arumi, really he did not like to see the scenery that was again present in this house. The arrival of Saguna a month ago has been able to revive the light in this magnificent house. Honey, it turns out it's only temporary.

Even this time, Arumi had already looked as hysterical as before. This time he just stayed without sleep without stopping crying. All explained if the beautiful woman was already really at her lowest point.

Slowly Bi Indah stepped in and put down Arumi's breakfast tray, then he rubbed the back of the employer who was crying without sound.

"Why should my son, Bi? Why should Arumi get all this? What's our fault with everyone else, Bi?" Sekar seemed to ask for lighting if he and his husband ever hurt someone without him knowing. However, Bi Indah only shook her head while crying.

"Nothing, Madam. You are very kind and loving people. Miss Arumi getting this test has all been outlined by the power. We can only give Miss Arumi strength, Madam." Bi Indah also goes awry in speaking. He knows the house is very sensitive.

He was afraid that talking a lot would make problems that should not exist.

Wrenching conditions continued to fill the days in Mr. Fatir Wibowo's residence. While in the residence of a handsome President is now very different.

All the servants even enthusiastically ran the work in their kitchen with one woman who had just stepped on that kitchen.

"Oh young lady, don't. Let us do it." One of the waiters prevented Gita from cooking the soup that morning.

Gita smiled, she sometimes looked around to admire the magnificent building where her husband lived. "Bi, it's okay. I want to cook for Bang Jupri" said Gita plain with a sweet smile that made her face even more beautiful.

However, Gita realized something was wrong with her speech just now when she saw the face of the servant in front of her frowning in wonder. He chuckled and shook his head.

"I mean, Sa-sagu..Who, Bi? I forgot his name?" Gita asked because she didn't quite remember her real husband's name.

"Mr Saguna, young mistress." replied the aunt with a funny smiling face.

Gita nodded and patted her forehead slowly. "Ah yes that's what I mean, Bi. So Bang Jupri was the name of the father when my husband lost his memory." he explained, making the servants nod their heads. What a funny name they think.

From Saguna Winston to Jupri, there is no good. But if seen with the name it is not a loss. The proof is that Saguna can get beautiful women from the village.

"Good morning, Saguna." Oma Rosa who had been sitting at the dinner table staring at the conversation in the kitchen finally saw the presence of the granddaughter who looked neat.

"By the morning too, Oma. Which gita?" tanya Saguna looked for the figure of the wife he had been looking for since in the room earlier.

Well last night they after the hospital immediately rested, when morning Saguna woke up Gita was no more. Clothing and bathing preparations were also done by Saguna himself. I don't know what made Gita neglect her duty.

One chair managed to sit down until his face looked at the direction pointed by the oma with his chin. "Gita." call her.

Gita who was busy stirring the soup finally turned her head. Soon the young pregnant woman walked over to her husband. Do not forget the smile that he kept giving since he first met Saguna as Jupri now he still shows.

"Yes, Bang. Em masks..." Gita is a little confused as to what her husband is calling.

"Call as you please." asked Saguna who felt no problem with the call of the Gita. He even knows what keeps Gita from continuing.

"Yes, Bang Jupri. What was? I made my favorite soup. Sorry well earlier I have not prepared clothes because confused clothes different brother same in the village. The bath water is different, later I will ask Auntie, well Bang?" Gita at length explained.

Because he knows what he should do but he does not understand the changes the husband used to prepare just plain old t-shirts and training pants or long cloth. This morning, instead he had to see the shirt clothes, tuxedo, some folded, some hanging, some even still hanging with plastic.

Jupri opened his eyes when he heard the call from his wife.

"Here you go, don't mess with that. Let's sit down, let auntie make her breakfast. You're pregnant." Saguna was so kind to her and considerate.

Oma Rosa looked slightly smiling looking at her granddaughter and granddaughter-in-law. For him the Gita is not something bad, even Oma Rosa can see how the Saguna on the Gita.

"Gita is a good woman, but pity is also Arumi. Heeh why does it have to be like this anyway? If only Saguna had a sister?" that assumption appeared in Oma Rosa's mind.