Suddenly the President's Wife
14. Live a Life You Will Remember
The sound of music that is quite echoing in the bar/lounge area really adds to the bustling atmosphere. Many travelers from home to abroad seem to enjoy the atmosphere. Arunika does not really remember when the last time to visit Bali, maybe 4-5 years ago. When the family economy was fine. At that time he came here for attending the wedding of his father's business partner's son. However, he did not stay at The Legian, but at Ayana Resort & Spa located in Sejahtera, Jl. Karang Mas, Jimbaran.
The hotel is also no less luxurious and magnificent. Located near the cliff that has direct access to the traditional beach of Bali. Ayana Resort & Spa is also located in a place that is quite remote and far from the hustle and bustle of the Balinese population.
“You really want to appear here?”
“Iya. Very happy, Mr.”
The altar is small when the beautiful woman who owns the net hazelnut shows a full-blown look of desire. “It just so happens that my acquaintance is in charge here?”
“For what! You didn't lie, ‘kan?” tanya Arunika.
His comforting soul was getting stronger thrashing. Moreover, the more late the more visitors who come. It felt like his fingers were itching to touch the DJ's equipment.
“Hm.”
“Then can you recognize me no, sir? I want to contribute a song.”
“You think it's a celebration event?” The altar stared at the secretary inexhaustibly.
Arunika thinks this place is a single organ orchestra aka dangdutan? Lt's not. This is a famous place, where every element that becomes part of the event filler, waiters or bartenders even though they have been given certification. Because the guests they serve are not only travelers from within the country, the name is also abroad.
“Wait here for a minute.” Altar spoke while moving from his sitting position. Arunika who was still faithfully sitting on the spot nodded obediently. “Do not order any drinks containing alcohol.”
Again, Arunika nodded obediently.
“If you can do not order anything while I have not come.”
“Basic stingy!” grumbled Arunika in the heart. “Iya, Sir.”
“I just go for a while, don't make trouble,” book the Altar for the last time.
“Iya.”
Arunika stared at the man's departure with eyeballs that twisted his guard. He felt like a high school boy who everywhere had to be accompanied. He is 26 years old. Can take care of yourself. The altar does not need to worry or worry, after all Arunika is good at finding a way out if involved in problems.
Just left a few minutes by the Altar, two ‘big mosquitoes’ coming closer. Arunika welcomed the two with a friendly smile. It's impossible to get rid of it, right? Mosquitoes also if they want to be patted must be allowed to approach first. Sometimes Arunika salutes with mosquitoes. The animal died with cheers accompanied by loud applause, instead of crying.
“Drink?” bargain one of the ‘mosquito’.
“No, thanks.” Arunika refused subtly.
He remembered the message of the Altar man in his head. Wait here, don't order anything, and don't make trouble. What receiving the presence of ‘mosquitoes’ handsome in front of him is a problem that Altar wanti-wanti?
“You are down to dance floor?” suggest one of them. The two sat to the right and left of Arunika. Arunika is actually uncomfortable if their position is like this.
“No, thanks. I'm waiting for someone.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Who?”
Ask both at the same time. Arunika smiled. Both ‘mosquito’ bule it is quite aggressive for the size of strangers who just met a few minutes. The alarm of the danger sign in Arunika's pretty brain starts to be alert.
“What are you doing here?”
The two ‘mosquito’ turned their heads together when they heard a deep bass voice greeting their hearing senses. A tall, well-built man with a strong intimidating aura was staring at the two alternately from the side.
“She’s mine.”
Just one sentence, and able to make two western-blooded ‘mosquito’ was doing jargon kang parking, mundu, retreat, retreat.
“What did I say? You didn't hear?” spray the beautiful man.
Arunika grinning horse. “That mosquitoes come alone, sir. My aing—eh person means, again sitting casually here.”
The altar breathed a sigh of fury. Just a few minutes away, this woman almost lost to the hands of the twin crocodiles. The altar was not exhausted with this charm of his secretary. But Arunika just sat and kept quiet. Especially if you are on stage.
“So how, sir? I got perform?”
“Hm.”
“Hm it, yes or no?”
Inter edged from his seat. I don't know where the man got a black hat with a tick logo that he has now put on Arunika's head. Arunika who gets such treatment of course links a frown.
“You can perform, as long as not far from me.”
Arunika's smile rises. Happy blooms in the chest cavity. In the end he can also channel his musical desires. Even if yes, there must be conditions. However, for Arunika it is not a difficult matter.
When the music loop is over, the sound from the MC microphone is heard to provide information about the performance of the donation. Arunika was already preparing backstage. His two hands did not stop being so happy. When her name was changed to Anonymous DJ which means anonymous DJ, Arunika took the stage. The altar itself remained waiting near the stage. Pay close attention to how the beautiful woman channeled her musical desires through a set of mixing tools and her friends.
From where it stands, the Altar witnessed for itself how Arunika had fun with the world of music that he created. The woman appeared to be loose, flying freely among the strands of harmonious tones. Unlike his expression when he was working, ketus, grumbling, sometimes innocent, sometimes also strange.
“Aduh, I am very satisfied with the performance earlier, sir.”
The sentence that sounded from that somewhat raucous voice managed to make the Altar turn its head.
They were on their way home to the room. Arunika had just finished her performance half an hour ago. Because of his stunning skills, Arunika suddenly floods friendship relationships. Many visitors greeted him as he got off the stage. Most of them even ask for the quality of Instagram accounts, Line IDs, to WhatsApp contacts.
“Honestly with me, what did you drink earlier?” ask the Altar in a flat voice.
Both hands synergized to smack Arunika. The woman seemed to be staggering at the effect of the alcoholic drink she was drinking. Whether intentionally or not, because at that time the Altar was going to the restroom.
“Ahh, drink what, huh? The liquid is yellow, it tastes sweet, but sepet also in the throat. My throat became sore, as it ran out of gasoline sejeligen.”
The altar knitted its brows hearing it. “Absolutely you ever drank gasoline?”
“Neg. What's the gasoline, BBM isn't it?” racau Arunika is unclear.
“Yes God, why do you always trouble me when I lose consciousness?” Altar switch to reach Arunika body so that he can carry ala bridal style.
“Aduh, fly me, Sir.”
“What?”
“Yes, nge-fly nih. Feel more like secretary Kim.” Arunika mengacau while mendusel-dusel chest Altar field which is now presented to him. Find the most comfortable position in the sling.
“Secretary Kim? I never heard that name in the office. Who is he?”
“Ohh, that's the Secretary who's in the k-drama what's wrong with secretary Kim. Mr kudet ih.”
“Sorry. I hate drama. Both in real life and television.”
“Where, sir?” Arunika asked while moving her eyelids that have been ½ reluctant to open.
“Already, don't talk much. Give your room key card,” said Altar when they have arrived in front of Arunika's room.
“Key card is what, sir? A kind of tubers?”
The altar closed its eyes to absorb the sudden emotional turmoil. It was also his fault for leaving Arunika alone again. So now it's like this. He is stuck with a woman who is losing control of herself.
“Your room key, Arunika.”
“Ohh, the. It's in my slim bag, sir.”
The altar glanced at Arunika's slim bag. Rebuke the object with great difficulty, after lowering Arunika for a moment.
“No.”
He turned to the secretary who was sitting at the door half-conscious.
“Nginep in my room. Sleepy, his eyes like already given glue,” replied Arunika lightly.
Altar grunts do not like. How come, there are women whose orientation to alcohol is low, but still dare to go in and out of nightlife?
And, what did he say just now? Stay in an Altar room? Not wrong? The altar is still a normal man. Have lust for women. Moreover, the helpless woman model Arunika.
“Yuk, sleep yes. Bi, I'm going to bed, sleepy.” Arunika raved increasingly unclear.
“Bi who? You think I'm Bian your girlfriend?” ask the Altar while looking at Arunika sharply.
“Bian, come on. Sleepy.”
The altar clenched its jaws in annoyance. The next second he grabbed his room key card which happened to be next to Arunika's room. Open the door wide, before bringing the half-conscious body in.
“I don't like to be equated with others. Be it conscious or not,” whispered Altar when lowering the tiny body of Arunika on the bed.
He is a normal guy with an ego and feelings. Who would others want to know when asked for help. Big no's.
Moreover, the Altar is most disliked if equated with Bian-Bian who said his secretary's girlfriend was. So, let the altar give its secretary a little punishment as a warning.
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