Suddenly the President's Wife
29. Convincing You
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In life planning is always the main reference. Without a mature plan, surely everything that is done will be hampered by various obstacles. Planning is used in anticipation of unwanted events. Therefore, Altar always clings to the motto ‘planning is number one’ in his life.
Since childhood he has learned to apply planning to overcome trivial problems to more complex problems. Therefore, when diagnosed with infertility, he already had a plan. Decisions made about infertility disorders have also been thought carefully. Including the matter of hiding these facts from people he loves.
The altar does not want to be pitied. He does not want others to feel sorry for his condition. The altar hates being in that position. He is accustomed to living independently, anything done alone.feeling pitied makes his self-esteem hurt.
As long as it can be on its own, why no’t? The altar will continue to live on its own. Aware of his shortcomings, the Altar never expected love. Remembering first he had suffered a deep wound because of the taste.
As long as the Altar is able to live on its own, it does not need a companion to life. He is not perfect as a man. Women out there will think dozens of times if it has to be a male escort like him.
But on this very bright morning. There comes impossibility approaching the mind of the Altar. When the eyelids open a familiar silhouette looks back and forth in his private room. For a moment the Altar was dreaming. Maybe if he was given the opportunity to feel one of the Sunnah of the Prophet, namely getting married and having a normal life, this activity will become a pleasant routine when the morning approaches. However, the Altar quickly dismissed the wishful thinking.
Be married? The altar wants to laugh at itself. Who would want to marry a disabled man like him?
“Bapak is awake?”
Altar. He immediately changed his position to sit. Dizzy immediately came ambushing. “Hm.”
“Don't move too much first. Mr. soybean, to the point of lack of fluids and must be infused.”
The woman who was busy struggling with the fitting of the flower said. Her lentic fingers painstakingly adorn the object with fresh flowers that give a colorful impression.
“Who allowed you to come here? Didn't I tell you to take a leave?”
The pastel-shirt lady nodded. Still with the flower fitting in hand, he switched. Staring towards the Altar with a glittering-looking hazelnut netra. “I've had two days off. If more than that, later the HRD reprimand me.”
“I authorize you, not any party.”
“Iya, too. But...” The woman in the pastel shirt moves to keep the flowers in her hand. Hang the sentence, before finishing with the flower vase business. “...I want to work. My salary father made work, not for leha-leha.”
The altar frowned hearing him. Arunika who saw the expression of the superior smiled faintly. The man who had just woken up from the long hibernation looked charming while thinking. Although not yet flushed by the water, the pillow face that appears when you wake up still cannot cover the charm of an Altar Jhonyan Dee Diantoro.
“Father wash face first, finish it breakfast. Dr. Ridwan had landed this morning in Jakarta. He will most likely be back at work tomorrow. So, tomorrow you can check up.”
“No need.”
The altar answered. The man had just gotten out of bed, about to release the infusion attached to one of the backs of his hands.
“Eh, What do you want?!” Arunika reacts quickly. Grabbing hand Altar attached infusion. Holding it tightly, fearing the man was rash.
“Father is sick again. Less fluid. Must be because of work. Let the infusion run out first.”
“I'm fine.”
“Siyi shoot ipi-ipi, great!”
“What did you say?” The altar stared at his secretary with squeaking eyes.
Arunika shook her head while smiling witfully. “Canda doang, Sir. Elah, your sense of humor is lowly very.”
The altar swerved sharply, making Arunika smile. “Already, now mengedingan Father to the bathroom. Wash your face, shower too, papa. But, use warm water. Or, do I want to take a bath?” tawar Arunika.
“You're serious?”
“I'm on stand up comedy. Serious from where.” Arunika laughed and let go of Altar's hand. Hurriedly fanned his face which felt beginning to heat up.
“If it's serious it's okay too. You see for yourself, next to my hand is attached an infusion. So, idea bathed—“
“BODO SUPREME!” after saying so, Arunika left the mountain. Leave the Altar that quietly reviewed*m smile.
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The altar stared at the food presented before him with a frown. There are various kinds of preparations made from green vegetables, nuts, seafood, to meat. Then he switched, looking at his secretary who was standing while noting something on the iPad . The woman looked serious with her notes.
“What the fuck is all this, Aru?”
When she heard the boss calling her by a nickname, Arunika looked at her with a frown. “Aru?”
The forehead of the Altar is wrinkled. “Can I not call you Aru?”
“Nothing,” Reply Arunika. “Why did you just call me?”
“What the fuck is all this? You think here's having a party?”
“Dark green leafy vegetables such as spinach and burssel cabbage for example. Both types of vegetables contain folate which can help achieve a healthy sp*rma.”
The altar still did not budge on the spot where it sat. A second later, the woman opened her voice again.
“In addition there are shellfish and beef liver that contain vitamin B-12. According to the study, sp*rma motility will increase if vitamin B-12 levels are met. Vitamin B-12 can also increase sp*rma and avoid its DNA from damage. Vitamin—“
“Enough.”
The altar looked at the secretary. The woman seemed to want to voice a protest as her sentence was cut off just like that.
“Why are you doing all this?”
“Because now your health is my periority. You must be healthy to get back to work.”
“What's in it that you're doing all this?”
“Hm, between there and no,” replied Arunika ambiguously. “Take it easy, Sir. Later I will give a book containing a note of this recommendation to your wife. Let him know what you need.”
A smile rose on the lips of the woman. Making the Altar itchy just be quiet. The next second, the curse sentence slid without a lie from his mouth. “Why aren't you my wife?”
Arunika laughed loud hearing that. “I became Father's wife? Dream!”
The altar heard him. “That's bad I am in your eyes, to the point that you reject my proposal raw-raw.”
Arunika was stunned, aware that what she had said hurt the feelings of the superior. The boss carefully. The man was seen starting to enjoy his breakfast expressionlessly. Arunika has no intention of hurting the Altar. However, what was the force of his lips that reflexively said so. Now, he doesn't know what to do.
In fact, his arrival to the Altar apartment to provide support so that the spirit lives everything. Arunika must convince the Altar, that he can still live a normal life, get married, also have offspring.
“Pak, not like that I mean.” Arunika tries to open the conversation. “Sorry if my words hurt your feelings. But, really, it's not something intentional.”
The altar still doesn't budge. The man had just wiped the corners of his lips using a tissue. “Sup is tasteless.” Those two words are the Altar's commentary. Without writing Arunika's words. A second later, the Altar moved from its seat. Grab the infusion pole next to where he sits, before turning the body. Wanting to leave the room, before Arunika's words made her step stifled.
“Not with me You will get married, but with women who have social gaps equivalent to yours.”
“You think women from such circles would want to marry me?”
Arunika knows if the ‘itu’ spoken by the Altar sulks at women like Arumi. The woman with the same social gap as the Altar, just like what Arunika said just now.
“If there is a woman from the ordinary class who cares and wants to be the wife of a disabled man like me, I will soon marry him without consideration,” concluded Altar without turning around.
Arunika. “Pak, I—“
“You care about me because of the status of superiors and subordinates that bind you. But, Aru, have you never thought about my feelings?”
“Pak, please. Don't make everything complicated. Mr. handsome, well-established, rich, very material husband. There are many women out there who queue up to be the wife of Mr.”
“But, I am disabled.”
“Father is not disabled!” answer Arunika quickly. “Bapak still has the possibility to have offspring. What you need right now is passion and confidence. You must be enthusiastic about living all this, and confident that you are able to make the opportunity as an opportunity. The last...” Arunika paused her sentence. The pair of hazelnut irises looked up at the Altar. “Father needs the role of a companion to have sexual intercourse.”
“What?” the sound of the altar clenched in the throat. However, the man can cover it well.
“Bapak hasn't tried it yet, ‘kan? Supposedly you often do body relations to—“
“You told me to have s*x?”
“Not!” arunika answered quickly. His face had been heating up for some time. “I mean married, Sir. You must get married, then do the suggestion of doctor Ridwan to increase the frequency of intercourse s*ksual.”
Arunika was silent afterwards. This is not the original purpose. He also did not know why his brain even deviated like this.
“Aru.”
“Iya, Sir.” Arunika jacked up, staring at her interlocutor late-goals. For some reason, his feelings said that the man was going to say something that made his heart explode.
“Marry me.”
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