Suddenly the President's Wife
18. Flaying With Fire

“Mbak does not work?”

The woman who had just poured cold mineral water into the clear glass turned her head. “What if Mbak doesn't work, Bi?”

“No usually,” replied the boy in high school uniform who just took out a banana bread with a sprinkling of chocolate chips from the oven.

“Who do you make bread for, Bi?”

“Ah, this is for friends. She doesn't like sweet food, but this time I'm wearing a little sugar. Hope he likes it. He said bananas are good for pregnant women.”

“Temen are you pregnant? Which temen, Bi?” the woman who each wore a T-shirt with subordinate pants ½ thighs asked enthusiastically.

Bian is still in High School. Which friend did he mean by two? Married by accident, right? Why should my sister even bother making banana bread? Or maybe, Arunika immediately turned to look at the clingy sister.

“You're not pregnant with people's children, are you, Bi? You don't know the use of security? That loh, who likes to be lined up the front shelf at the minimarket cashier table. Said you pinter, class champion, parallel champion, time-use safety don't know, Bi?” tanya Arunika.

The man who got the question was laughing. His hands painstakingly moved his homemade cake into the box.

“He is indeed impregnated.”

“Astagfirullah, Bi. How can you break that? If you marry now, how is your school? What would you like to eat with your wife, Fabian Arian?”

Arunika brushed her hair in frustration. His younger brother suddenly married young, then dropped out of school. What will Bian's wife and children eat? Of love? What if hungry eat love can be full? Notwithstanding. There are even hungry people.

“Mbak is a fantasy in the distance. She is pregnant because there is her husband,” Bian said straighten out. “He got married last month. Now pregnant again.”

“What? Really?”

Bian nodded his head. “Cobain used to be his banana bread, Ma'am. Yummy no?”

Arunika breathed a sigh of relief while nodding. Though his mind had wandered here and there, but everything was just imagination. Because the truth is not what he predicted.

“Enak. Always good.”

Arunika commented honestly. The bread made by his sister never failed, let alone bantet. The dough is perfect, it expands perfectly. The measure of sweetness is also fitting. Not sweetness, especially to make enek.

“By the way, your friend is still in school, Bi? She's, right, pregnant again?”

“He homeschooling. Les is the same as me.”

“Owh, kids tutoring mu.”

Bian nodded as he separated the banana bread he had arranged beautifully.

“Iya. Name, Anye. Mbak is also familiar, ‘kan?”

“Wait,” Arunika raised her index finger in front of her lips. “Anye which one?”

“Anye who used to be the same neighbor we fit to stay in Sukabumi.”

Arunika digs into his memory for a few years. He was born in the city of Pasundan, was also there. But, what his sister said was true as well. They lived in the city of Sukabumi, maybe a few years. Before moving again. Their lives were nomadic because they avoided the pursuit of debcollectors.

“Oh, that beautiful Anye? That's bule isn't it, anyway? Hair brunette.”

Bian nodded.

“Wah, isn't she your first love, Bi?”

Bian scratched his nape with a clumsy movement. It can be concluded Arunika as a misbehavior.

“Aaan anyway, Ma'am. We're just temenan. She also has a husband.”

“What are you losing to her husband, Bi? Why is your brother so letoy gini? Address so sad boy dong.” Arunika folded her hands in front of her chest while looking at her sister.

Her sister was perfect for a high school teen size. Smart cook, diligent cleaning the house, independent, genius, kind, attitude & manner is also good. Boyfriend material really. But, dear because so good he so often heartbroken.

“Not lost in looks, mbak. In terms of physical, psychic, financial same also Bian lost.”

Arunika could see the look on her brother's face that had changed.

“He is a mature man who dares to be responsible, mentally ready, physically healthy, not sick like Bian. He also has a steady income.”

“You will be too, Bi. You pinter, will be healthy, will be a great man, will have a job and a steady income.”

“Iya, Ma'am. If Bian is still strong survive.” A smile rose on his lips.

“Hus. It's not good to say that. If you don't survive, what do you do to slam bones day and night? This is all you can do for your medical expenses. Let you be healthy and live a normal life like your peers out there.”

Arunika is emotionally disturbed. His emotions suddenly churned when the sister mentioned about the pain he was suffering. For God's sake, Arunika has no one else in this world. Bian's all he's got. He doesn't like it when he talks about wanting to give up. Arunika works day and night, ranging from office work to moving night clubs, all of which are done in order to finance the treatment of her sister.

“Sorry, Ma'am.”

“Mbak don't need your apologies, Bi. Ma'am just wants you to get excited about all this. There's mbak, don't worry. We get through all this together.”

The glass barrier broke, making a clear melt of lava fall from the eyelids. Arunika is a typical person who rarely sheds tears. Her tears were too precious just for trivial matters. He will remove the crystal when his heart is afraid to lose something that he considers very valuable.

“Don’t crying, Ma'am. Bian is sad to see mbak gini. Only the best in the world.”

Arunika is getting more and more confused. After returning from the island of the Gods, Bali, his feelings have indeed become easily sensitive. Like now, for example. While hugging the body of his sister, he spilled all the wounds that had been dammed all this time. About the incident that made him shocked while in Bali, until the debcollector suddenly reappeared.

Plus the matter of the sister who helped trigger emotional turmoil. Arunika is just an ordinary woman, not a wonder woman. It includes sentient beings. However, good at hiding everything behind the mask of happy virus. And deep down, many wounds opened.

“Learn the real, carefully bring the motor,” order Arunika.

The man wearing a full face helmet nodded. “Iya, Mbak.”

“Do not forget—“

“—medicine drinking, lunch, do not snack carelessly. If my stomach hurts, contact immediately, Ma'am.” Bian smiled broadly after interrupting the brother's words.

Arunika puckered her lips as she watched the behavior of her sister. Is so often he ordered, so that Bian can memorize everything.

“I leave first, Ma'am.”

“Hm. Be careful on the road. Don't speed.”

Lambaian Arunika hand gave as an introduction to the departure of the sister. Unknowingly, a clear crystal escaped from his eyelids. In a hurry he wiped the traces of the crystal melt. Just in front of Bian he looks weak, not on the world. Because Arunika knows that the world is very cruel.

After delivering Bian, Arunika returned to the house. Upon arriving at the building that has 2 bedrooms, he fell silent on a shabby sofa near the television. She skipped work for the second time due to illness. All schedules that have been prepared, are delegated to temporary assistants who are in charge of taking part in Arunika's duties. Arunika is not a real pain, but rather a prolonged shock.

He was still in shock with the events in Bali at that time. He also did not know how to behave when dealing with the Altar. Though it is clear that here Arunika is only a victim. The victim of an impromptu attack that made his whole body freez.

Let alone to refuse, let alone scream, moving the body is difficult. Nevertheless, Arunika can not be like this forever. He should be back at work from tomorrow. Otherwise, he would definitely receive a warning letter for constantly taking time off.

“Psstt.”

Two women who were enjoying the caramel macchiato from the front starbuck seemed to look back and forth when they heard a familiar voice, but did not appear.

“Lo nope, Ling?”

“Dengers. Like Aru's voice, but there's no such thing.”

“Do not-do si Aru—“

“Gue why?”

The two women turned to contact when they heard the familiar voice coming from behind. “Aru?!” said they were shocked.

The owner of the name seemed to laugh amusedly at the expression of the two. “Why are you on? I'm looking at the devil.”

“Iya. Lo satan who again cosplay to be human,” replied Rose sewot.

“Bikin hangers aja lo, Ru.”

“Lagian lo on, I called from earlier not to respond.”

Arunika walks leisurely between the two. The woman appears fresh with a salmon-colored top combined with a black A-line skirt. His brownish mane today was deliberately in the pigtails high up.

“Udah healthy lo?” ask Aling while touching the forehead of the friend.

“I’am fine, friends. I'm healthy wal’afiat.” Arunika gave a sweet smile to convince the two.

“Good you have entered again, Ru,” said Rose who was approved by Aling.

“What if I'm already in?”

“Noh, boss lo lack caress affection. Tau lo do not enter, all children division micro dilaser same sharp eyes doi.”

“Masa ah?” Arunika smiled keki.

“If you don't believe, find out for yourself.”

Arunika blinked her shoulder indifferently. If the Altar is angry at the microfinance division child, what is the business? Arunika is not an Altar handler.

Descendants of the dajjal one sometimes have problems with mood. Arunika alone until now has not been able to make peace with him. How did he become an Altarman?

With the steps made as slow as possible, Arunika sneaked into the quiet room. He brought the usual coffe ordered Altar. Before asking, Arunika has taken the initiative to make it possible to minimize meetings between them. The man did not seem to be in the room. Proven from the quiet and silent of the room.

“You avoided me?”

“Astagfirullah,” Arunika surprised not to play when he heard the sound of deep bass playing in the eardrum. Fortunately, the coffee he brought did not spill.

“Anu, Sir,” Arunika moves restlessly while turning around to face the owner of the voice.

“You didn't go to work to avoid me, Arunika?”

“I have asked permission for sick leave, Sir,” replied Arunika while looking down. Afraid that their eyes would meet. He is not ready to face the boss.

“You sick?”

“I—ya, Sir.”

“What because of that time?”

Arunika kontan shook her head. “Not, Sir.”

“Then why? You're fine when we split up.”

Arunika is out of her mind. What should he answer now?

“I—“

“You avoided me. Avoiding all contacts I built to contact you.”

Arunika. What the man said is true. These two days he deliberately severed all contacts related to the Altar. Arunika only exchanged emails with a replacement secretary if needed. All because he wanted to avoid the Altar. For a moment, Arunika wanted to calm down.

“You angry?” the man again raised the question. Urge the distance between them to leave a little distance. Arunika's body has now been stuck to the edge of the table.

Arunika is not angry. It's just that what the man did was too far away. Arunika. The kiss carried a spark in the heart. Another slow spark can cause a blaze.

“Pak, don't do this. It's not good if anyone sees. Fear of slander.”

“You're angry with me?” insist Altar.

Arunika shook her head while raising her head. “No, Sir. I—“ Arunika sentence was cut by the sound of the door opening, accompanied by the sound of falling objects that were quite loud later.

The altar turned while shifting the body, indirectly giving Arunika space to see who was the creator of the rowdy sound. On the doorstep of a beautiful woman with a soft pink canal made of satin stands sculpting. His gaze led to Arunika and the Altar. In that instant, the inner Arunika cursed herself for daring to play with fire.

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