Suddenly the President's Wife
11. Bad Ideas

The altar had never felt guilt before. The beautiful man who always lived regularly never did anything that would make him feel guilty later on. But the times he felt so much guilt. Guilt for breaking the secretary's hopes. Since then the distance seems to stretch so real between them.

“This, I brought you coffee order Mr.”

“Hm. Just put it on the table.”

“Good, Sir.”

A glass of Americano coffe that is still pumping steam is presented in front of the Altar. The distinctive aroma of steeping coffe directly penetrates the sense of smell. The soot bead belonging to the handsome man then turned to the secretary.

“There is something you need again? If not, I want to withdraw.”

The altar seemed to think for a moment. “Please clean the bookshelf, I see there is still dust left.”

Arunika. Staring at the bookshelf attached to the wall. It was nearly three feet tall, with a diameter matching the wall itself. So, now the job of the secretary is also a dust cleaner?

“Good, Sir. I'll clean it until kinclong.”

“Hm.”

Arunika turned body. His mouth was moping indistinctly, swearing at the annoying superior. He really wants to attract words of gratitude to be accepted to work in this company.

Gajih qualified, bonus every month bagged, humane work, adequate facilities, complete with health insurance that can be owned. Now the work is inhumane. Darting every day, the mood goes up and down like a roller coaster every morning.

Now Arunika must clean the dust that is not too disturbing, rather than a pile of documents and emails that have been waiting. His boss was so insane. Why is there an office boy or office girls if his own secretary has to clean up this dust?

“You did not sincerely clean up the dust?”

Arunika jumped in shock. How not, the bass's deeb voice whispered right in his ear. “E—no, Sir.”

The beautiful man looked at her straight. From a close distance stared at by the incarnation of the Greek god was able to make Arunika's knee turned into jelly.

How not to be surprised, now the handsome man was standing next to him with his face too leaning to the side. If Arunika moves spontaneously in excess, he is sure the tip of their nose will touch. It does not even close the possibility that their lips will greet each other.

“Clean again.”

The altar decides the eye contact between them. The man then passed away just like that after picking up a book from before Arunika.

“Aish, make a heart attack. Copy of heart.” Arunika muttered a little while stroking the chest. He could feel his suddenly abnormal heartbeat rhythm.

If you want to take a book, the man can ask him to take it. But, these? Ah, Arunika so nething if the boss just want a caper. Nevertheless, it was possible that the boss of the Sabyan bloodline was caper to him. While he himself already has an unusually beautiful sidekick like Arumi Soedibyo.

Arunika shook her head to expel these unprofitable thoughts. His brown bead looked back at the thick books array before him while exhaling deeply. Dust, oh dust. When are you finished cleaning?

Half an hour later, Arunika could breathe a sigh of relief. He has completed the task of cleaning the dust in the book collection of the boss. Thought the owner who is still busy reading the document. Reading glasses also appear to be perched on the nose of his nose. If you look around, the boss is like a Greek god who is passing to the earth.

High, firm, and proportional body. His face is perfectly sculpted with a thick eyebrow decoration that curves symmetrically, a pair of sharp eyes, pliable eyelashes, a sharp nose, and natural red lips that are aesthetically pleasing. Eits, Arunika dismissed her dirty thoughts. He could have thought up there.

“Why are you shaking your head?”

“No, Sir.”

Arunika smiled clumsyly. He must be honest if he just praised his boss in his heart. Impossible once.

“You're done cleaning the dust?”

“Already, Sir.”

“Hm.”

Hm what does that mean? Yes or what? Pleases. I need google translate now. Or Idak the signalling expert. “I can go now, Sir?”

“Hm.”

While the Altar looked at his secretary with furrowed eyebrows.

“S-aya can already go, Sir?”

“Hm. You can go.”

Listening to such an ultimatum from the king, Arunika directly behind the right broke up the ranks. The beautiful woman rushed towards her own room. Save yourself from the room with the atmosphere akward.

Although he had survived the CFO's room, a pile of documents had been waiting on the table. While exhaling his frenzied breath, Arunika began to turn on the personal computer. Those tasks he had to complete, inevitably. Likes not to like. If not done, the task will not be completed at any time.

At 12:15 Arunika can breathe a new sigh of relief. At least part of the task has been completed. He stretched his hand for a moment, before making the personal computer he had just used back in a state of shut down. Now that I have entered lunch hour, Arunika is also ready to fill the stomach. Reportedly today the food in canteen has been upgraded. Yes, new menu upgrades.

Indeed, the company's policy if the menus available in canteen can be upgraded every beginning or end of the month.

Just about to leave the floor, his body reflexively turned to stare at the door that read Chief Financial Officer Room.

“Why have I forgotten that Sabyan's descendants have not had lunch?” grouse Arunika. “If this is how I can eat first.”

With a heavy heart, Arunika finally decided to return. He must make sure the boss fills the stomach first, because it is part of his task.

“Excuse me, Sir.” Arunika knocked on the door of the superior while making a sound.

“Log.”

The beautiful woman stepped in after being allowed to. He saw the boss who was still in the same position last time. Facing a seemingly endless pile of financial documents.

“This is in lunch hour. Would you like me to order something for lunch?” ask Arunika.

He knew that his boss never missed a meal. Men who love cleanliness and neatness always keep his diet well. That was what Arunika saw during her work serving the man.

“I want to eat rice.”

“Good, Sir.” Arunika took out the phone from inside the pocket of the blazer she was using. Prepare to open the online ojek application to order food online. "What do you want to eat rice? liwet rice, fried rice, Hainanese rice, rice...."

“We're back to the apartment. I want you to cook.” 

The finger movement that is searching is stopping. Replacing with a surprised look shown to the owner of the room.

“Let's go home. I am hungry,” invite the Altar clearly while reaching for the car keys and his suit that is draped on the back of the chair. Without waiting for the secretary's answer, the man had already sauntered away.

Please, this is a bad idea. Arunika himself has been rumbling since. His stomach was already protesting for stuffing. But this, the Altar immediately asked him to cook first. Though they can just go down and eat in canteen, there everything is ready to eat, or they can order something from the online application. Wait about 20 to 30 minutes. Why bother going back to the man's apartment to cook?

And again, what did he say just now? We were? It's just Arunika's feeling or indeed her boss is kind of familiar, huh? The sentence is loh, if there are others who hear there will be misunderstandings. They could have concluded the no-no. Indeed, Arunika is not out of thought with the mind path of the Sabyan descendants.

“Arunika." the call of the man who was standing at the door.

“Yes, Sir?"

"Quickly, I'm starving" he said with emphasis. Provide the code so that Arunika will follow soon.

"If you are hungry, eat in canteen. If you do not buy through gr*bfood. What's the trouble?!" dumel Arunika in the heart. "Yes, Sir. Let's go home."

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