Suddenly the President's Wife
22. Why does she love me?

The altar stared at the dinner menu on the table, then grabbed a fork and spoon into its grasp. Cut the meat that has been cooked with various herbs and spices, then feed it into the mouth. In front of him a beautiful woman in a dusty pink dress also seemed to enjoy the dish gracefully.

“Do you want to enjoy again?”

A soft voice instructed, making the two take their eyes off.

“This is enough, Aunt.”

The beautiful woman responded first. A charming smile seemed imprinted on the lips. Everyone would also agree if it is the true definition of a batari aka angel.

“You haven't selected dessert, ‘kan? Want Aunt choose the most recommended menu here?”

“No need to bother, Auntie. All the food here is delicious, Arumi likes everything.”

“In addition to beautiful, it turns out you are also smart flattering, yes?”

Smiles were on the lips of the two women. The altar stared at the young lady who was the source of the smile for her Mother for a moment.

True what his mother said just now, the woman in front of him was beautiful. Pretty as well. His body was tall, contained where it should be. Ideal and proportional for the category of beautiful women according to the dreams of most men. He said he was gentle, polite, graceful, and of course educated. It was proven when she was chosen to be one of the finalists of Indonesian women.

The assumption that if the rich are arrogant and like it arbitrarily, is broken by their personality. He did not hesitate to greet the people he met when blusukan to the villages. He is also believed to be the ambassador of Unicef in Indonesia. He also often engaged in social service that voiced about the human rights of children and women.

Parents who have a son will not think twice about making him a son-in-law. It's just that, not all men can captivate the heart of a batari like Arumi Soedibyo Joyokusumo. Altar Only. So far only the man has managed to attract so much attention.

Sometimes the Altar is also confused, why does she love me?

What would a woman like Arumi expect from him? During this time they are close because their parents are friends as well as business partners. Because of that bond they are also betrothed. Although the news of the matchmaking between them had already been discussed, the Altar never gave any clarification.

She doesn't want to get married yet. I don't know when he will be single, he doesn't know. Instead of waiting, the Altar has repeatedly asked Arumi to find another potential companion. However, the woman did not heed his words at all.

“You don't want to stop by?”

“No. Maybe next time.”

“Opa seems eager to chat with you. Stop by another time.” The beautiful woman who had just released the seat belt returned. He made a generous offer, but the Altar would not stop by to greet his family members again.

The altar had just delivered Arumi after fulfilling the dinner invitation from her mother. Anita—Mother Altar—very close to Arumi. The two women often even spend time together on weekends cooking or baking, if they have free time.

“Al.”

The altar turned to the side, when the door was not opened. “Hm.”

From the kind of gaze that the beautiful woman cast, the Altar was sure if there was anything she wanted to convey.

“Our engagement will be held soon, Al.”

The altar chose silence, taking a pause before answering. “That's not my wish.”

“Can't you pretend for it?”

“Pretend?”

“Pretend to be happy with our engagement, Al. When do you want to ignore me?”

“I told you from the beginning, I'm sick of a commitment.”

“But, Al. Our marriage is certain to happen.”

The altar did not answer. His dark netra stared at the other person's long-sought speech. “Do you think I care?”

“Al.” Arumi looks broken Asa. All this time he had fought hard to make the Altar love him, but the results were still nil. “A little bit, can't you try to open your heart to me?”

The altar still did not budge. Until now questions like why does she love me? Still filling the head. What Arumi expects from a man like himself, even though Arumi alone does not know about the dark side that the Altar has been trying to hide from the world.

“I love you, now, and ever,” whispered Arumi.  Tears escaped from her beautiful netra. The fingers lentiknya not since when it has touched the jaw of the hardened Altar. “See me as Arumi, Al. Don't look at me as the daughter of the Soedibyo family. Just, Arumi.”

The altar is still closed. Only his dark netra guerrilla stared at his interlocutor. The beautiful woman now shed tears while expressing her despair. Altar has not been strict. He did not accept or refuse, making the other parties interfere to complicate the situation.

“Tell me, what do you really want?”

Arumi demanded a definite answer. He could no longer guess. As time went on, his ego grew increasingly burning with jealous flames. Especially when he realized that there was likely something between the Altar and his new secretary. It has become commonplace if something can happen between a superior and subordinate class secretary or ordinary staff even though, given the intensity of their meetings that are quite intense at work.

“What makes you love me?”

Finally after a long time the sentence was also thrown from the lips of the Altar. Arumi had anticipated if one day this question was thrown at him. With a thin smile imprinted on her lips, the beautiful woman replied straightforwardly.

“Because it's you, Al. The man I've loved all this time. The man I dreamed of would be the husband and father of my children. I'm sure if we can live happily together. If you don't love me yet, that's okay. You just need a little more time. I will definitely make you fall in love.”

“You are wrong.” Altar is flat. “I can't realize all your dreams.”

The altar did not answer. He simply pointed at the door beside Arumi using his chin. “Enter. Your parents are waiting.”

“Explain first what makes you unable to realize all that?!” arumi.

The altar took a deep breath, then slowly breathed out. His black netra looked at Arumi after goal, before uttering a strand of words that made the beautiful woman sculpt. In the next split second, the car door opened. The beautiful woman finally left, leaving the Altar alone in silence.

“For a while I want we don't need to meet first, Al.”

The altar turned its face for a moment, before replying in a daze. “Hm.”

“I'm in. Good night.”

The goodnight speech was like a sentence signifying that this was their last meeting. Afterwards, Arumi is lost behind the main door of the Soedibyo residence. The altar itself chose to turn the steering wheel, taking its vehicle out of the residence of one of the most famous tycoons in the country.

On the way home, the Altar veered off course. He took the four-wheeled vehicle to one of the places where he could enjoy the beauty of Jakarta at night.

Now, he knows why Arumi loves him. Ah, loving the excess on the Altar more precisely. However, unfortunately because the Altar has one shortcoming that will make any woman rethink to be her life companion. Although Arumi had not yet flown the white flag, for the Altar Arumi's defensive expression already reflected everything. Just like the expression of the woman he once loved so much.

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Loud whistles heard from the CFO secretary's room seemed to represent the good mood that was being felt by the owner of the room. Three days ago, his account which originally contained only a balance of five million, suddenly soared rapidly when the transfer notification came in. A pretty fantastic number with zero digit goals behind.

He was able to repay his parents' debts, as well as pay for Bian's medical expenses. The rest he has allocated to pay expenses, buy daily necessities, then saved.

So happy, Arunika even impatiently wanted to meet the Altar. By the way, that guy hasn't been at work since two days ago. His absence brings a big question mark as well as a disaster for Arunika. Because of that, many schedules are abandoned. Some urgent schedules are also handled by Arez— CEO secretary.

Now the task of Arunika will ensure the existence of the superior in his residence. Said the security of the apartment where the Altar lived, the man was last seen two days ago. The car has been parked in the parking lot ever since. After getting the information, Arunika hurriedly entered the elevator. He has to make sure the boss is okay. There was something unwanted going on. You see, now being rife circulating news of sadistic murders that target men, especially single men who live alone.

The man's phone could not be reached either. The connection to finding information about his whereabouts is completely limited.

Arriving in front of the unit, Arunika knocked on the door several times. However, there is no lawfulness. Restless in his waiting, Arunika then chose to enter several digit numbers that his boss had told him. The man did have time to tell the password of his apartment, because Arunika often downstream and huddle at the place.

“Father inside?” call Arunika as her foot manages to step inside.

The place was dark, the curtains were still closed. Only lights from the direction of the kitchen are a source of lighting. Arunika turned, towards the window that was still covered in curtains. He grabbed her, leaving the room flooded with sunshine.

“Astagfirullah?!” shocked Arunika when her net hazelnut found a bunch of helpless bodies lying on the sofa. “Bapak why?”

Immediately he approached. Touching the man's forehead that appears to be lying uncomfortably on the sofa. His tall body was not even fully accommodated there.

“Father since when has the fever? Why not call me? If I know you are sick, I must be directly on the way here,” said Arunika rhetorically.

The man who was still in a lying position slowly opened his eyes. The flood of sunlight that filled the entire room seemed able to make it disturbed.

“You're coming?” ask her with a raucous voice.

“Iya, I came before mr innalilahi wainnalahi rojiun!” fierce Arunika. “Lagian, yes, if it hurts it says. So don't make people confused. One office nyariin Mr, you know?”

“No,” replied the owner lightly.

“Aish,” Arunika stares at her boss. He crouched right in front of the sofa that the boss slept on. His hand was still perched on the forehead of the Altar which felt stinging to the skin.

“Mr wake up first, move to room. Let me help you. I call the doctor too, huh?” arunika.

“No need.”

“Again, Sir. Can't don't argue. Follow me,” ketus Arunika. “If it hurts you should go to doctor—“

Arunika was no longer able to speak as her nape was grabbed by the Altar. The man silenced his lips which was voicing a protest with lips anyway. It was slow, but able to make the whole system in Arunika's body die instantly.

Arunika can also feel the body temperature of the boss is abnormal through the kiss. Samar, also a minute. Before the man let go of the lip link between them while distancing the face.

“I'm glad you came.”

After saying so in a calm and sweeping voice, the dark netra closed. Making Arunika who was petrified was made instantly upset.

“Pak?!”

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