Suddenly the President's Wife
1. Bad Performance

Note : The story was originally titled My Mysterious Hubby, then changed to Plus² Secretary. Because there is a little problem, so the Author decided to change it to : Suddenly So the President's Wife.

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The beat of music that so echoes adds to the boisterous atmosphere in a room with dim lighting. Dozens of people seemed to be swaying merrily in the dance floor area. Accompanied by loud music that thudes in the chest cavity.

They sing, sway, laugh and forget all the affairs of the world even though they are among the sea of people who do not know each other.

On stage, a Discjokey is tasked with chanting music that stomps the chest until they forget. Forgetting a moment of the world with it.

Seeing his music listeners more crazy, he was more excited to make the atmosphere more chaotic. There is a pride for when it succeeds in making people drunk kepayang under the power of the chant melody.

“Mantap, Aru. You’re the best one we have,” said one of the men in the pot-bellied suit who blocked his way while descending from the stage. The smell of nicotine rods and fragrant liquid that was quite stinging smelled from his direction.

The face of ayu behind the black hat seemed to reveal a dull smile. Her squishy body was wrapped in a T-shirt top, coated by a denim jacket, then combined with a subordinate blue velvet jeans. For footwear, tonight he chose to use black pump shoes.

“Don't forget the payment. There are shows, there is money,” he said.

The potbellied man who served as the manager of Club Night was smiling mahfum. “Close with me, I will pay cash as the agreement at the beginning.”

Thin grin on the lips of the woman in the hat. He shook his waist while looking to the side. “Follow him, Ling. Take must take our labor.”

Aling—the woman who served as assistant DJ Aru nodded in understanding.

“Gue to toilet first jerk.” DJ Aru patted Aling's shoulder slowly before waltzing away leaving them.

The pair of legs that experienced the black pump shoes then stepped through the crowd. Some people seemed to greet as he passed by them. However, DJ Aru chose to ignore. There is also no use for pleasantries with those who are mostly on the verge of consciousness.

It wasn't until five minutes, the place he reached the toilet. It has been too familiar with the ins and outs of the place that has been a source of income for the past few years, making it not difficult to find the location of the toilet.

She has been wanting to pee ever since she was on stage. Sweetheart got the responsibility, so he could only hold it up until the end of the gig.

“Huft.”

A sigh of relief was heard feeling his bladder was back empty. He no longer needs to hold back urination which could be a danger to kidney health.

Whistling, DJ Aru came out of the toilet. He walked on ignorantly, no matter if there was a pair or two pairs of humans who were making out disturbed by the whistling. Aru and whistling are a complex and inseparable unit. Who else likes whistling in the club night toilet besides DJ Aru?

“Mampos. Got a coc bird. Cake room, nganu kok in the toilet. Not really capital,” his cecar while walking casually.

With a rhythm of steps that are not made in a hurry, DJ Aru walked down the hallways with minimal lighting that connects the toilet with the main area. In the middle of the road he came across two tall and well-built men. Both seem to be talking.

Intentions want to precede, snuffed because suddenly heard his name mentioned.

“What was the appearance of the DJ? Denger he's the best-selling DJ of all time.”

Aru smiled proudly behind them. Lying if people don't like being praised. Well, he is also included in the class of humans who like to be praised. Especially if praised for the skills he had.

“Hm.”

“Njirr, a descendant of Sabyan,” Aru said in his heart when he heard the response of the other man.

“Hm what does that mean? Bad or good?” ask the other man, curious about the intentions of his interlocutor.

“Good sure. I'm k—“ DJ Aru's small heart speech stopped when the man who had responded just with the dehuman cut. Sekat bead hazelnut owned by DJ Aru membola heard it.

“Regular aja.”

“Wah, he doesn't confess to my greatness!” DJ Aru's murmur did not accept. “He's a budeg or what? Though it is clear that my appearance is very perfect tonight.”

Dj Aru was inexhaustible with the man's way of thinking. The man who unfortunately has been lost among the sea of humans when DJ Aru was busy grumbling.

DJ Aru is certainly very upset because the performance tonight is said to be ordinary. Though earlier all the audience was so washed away in the rhythm of music that he blended.

“The man of Nisa Sabyan's descent should be taught a lesson. If you are a bad person until my good name, my credibility must be questioned!”

DJ Aru stared at the backs of the two men who had already drifted away was fierce. He had only discovered them again after losing track a moment ago.

“Eh, why do you drink? The money I've taken,” said Aling who came while patting a sling bag that is circular on the front of his body. The bag that was deflated now looks like a puffer fish stomach.

“Crazy. Actually paid cash dong,” added Aling.

The woman furrowed her eyebrows when she saw Aru drinking alcohol near the bar table. Not as usual. He knew DJ Aru not yesterday afternoon. He knew very well that DJ Aru had a low tolerance for alcoholic beverages.

“Iya. Not usually DJ Aru drink until teler gini,” said the bartender.

“Lo is also Rik, why give him alcoholic drinks, huh? He's anti same thing.”

“Lah, he asked for a cocktail. I have nawarin moctail that does not have alcohol, he does not want,” said the man named Arik—bartender club night.

Aling brushed her hair in frustration. Even though working in the night world is not a day or two. DJ Aru has never been drunk before. The orientation of the beautiful woman to alcohol is very low. He could be unconscious just by downing a little alcoholic drink.

“Any*ng really Sabyan guy, I could say bad performance,” racau DJ Aru. “Lucky his face good looking, if not, I've damprat all of you!”

“Ribet nih if you've already run gini,” dizzy Aling while trying to make Aru aware. “Ru, turn yuk. Lo already teler.”

“Duh, have a hangover here boy. I'll go back, Rik. Thanks for the drink.”

“Ok,” Arik replied while nodding.

“Udah, back yuk,” invite Aling while packing the body of DJ Aru's lunglai.  “Ngapain also you pack all drunk events, Ru?”

“Aaan anyway? I'm not drunk. I was just drinking a little bit earlier, Ling. Now anterin I want to go home, I sleepy,” racau DJ Aru unclear.

“Iya. This we also want to go home,” replied Aling while holding DJ Aru's body with difficulty.

It is quite difficult to get out through the sea of humans in the club night. They are still crazy in various directions, making Aling difficult to bring out DJ Aru.

Bruk!

“Aww,” throttles Aru and Aling together as they push forward as someone hits them from behind.

“Ru, you don't papa?” anxious Aling while confirming the glasses she was wearing. His body was pushed quite strong just now, to the point that his grip on DJ Aru was released.

“Hm.”

DJ Aru muttered little with his eyelids tightly closed.

“Oh my goodness. You hug whose man, Ru? Very handsome!” muttered Aling.

“If the road looks around, Ma'am. Good thing it doesn't hurt,” spray sound near Aling.

Aling jumped, then turned her eyes. “Ah, yes. Really sorry. There was a push from behind,” said Aling straightened out.

“Hey?” the man who was accidentally hit by DJ Aru asked while shaking his shoulders.

Instead of being conscious and away, DJ Aru even more close his body to the man who helped catch his body when almost fell because he was pushed.

“Duh, look for opportunities in the narrowness of the Aru,” muttered Aling while smiling clumsily. “Sorry, mom. Temen me again unconscious. hangover him.”

“Wait first. He's DJ Aru who performed earlier, ‘kan?” asked the man who had sprayed Aling with his scathing words.

Aling nodded in response.

“Wih, windfall Al. You can gift meet DJ Aru without much cingcong.”

The man who had the name was just staring at him flatly. “Detach,” he said trying to release DJ Aru's embrace on his body.

“No,” replied Aru kekeuh.

“You till when are you like this?”

Instead of answering, DJ Aru even silent a thousand languages. He then jacked up, revealing an incense hazelnut bead that was directly in contact with the pitch-black obsidian of his interlocutor.

“You were there, huh?”

“Hm?”

The man who was still hugged by DJ Aru looked confused.

“Lo, Sabyan guy in the toilet aisle earlier.”

Al Al is growing. A sign if he is confused about the purpose of his interlocutor's speech. When did he meet this woman?

Aling and the man standing near the two were similarly bewildered. They were still watching the interaction of DJ Aru and the man called Al.

“What are you doing—“ Tanya Al was confused as the woman before her snorted in the chest of her field. Instead of moving away, he also hugged. However, not yet over Al asked, the sound of horror that was loud enough to make the three surprised. Accompanied by a pungent smell that came out along with a thick liquid that managed to contaminate the front of the clothes that Al used.

“Hoek..

“Gosh!” startled Aling and the man standing near Al.

As for Al himself, do not be asked again how his horror expression stared at Aru.

The woman had just spewed out her entrails onto Al's shirt. To the extent that the owner was surprised instead of playing with strong clenched hands holding anger.

“Greetings from DJ Aru ...hoeeekk ...” again, the woman vomited her entrails.

'Out of Lo, Ru?! inner Aling in the heart.

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...TBC...

The story was first released in July 2021 for events on other platforms. He finished fourth in the event. Now move to Noveltoon/Mangatoon with a new face and title.

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