Suddenly the President's Wife
3. Life Goes On
Morning sunlight that began to rise high, disrupting the sleep of a woman on the contest. The light that emerged from the sidelines of the curtains managed to make his deep sleep disturbed. As the two eyelids adorned by the lashes slowly opened, the dizzy quickly hit the head. Accompanied by severe nausea centered in the abdomen. He reflexively jumped down from the single bed without a bedcover, running towards the bathroom.
The sound of vomit sounded the next few seconds. The entire stomach came out in liquid form. He vomited it with his head in excruciating pain. It was as if his head had been hit using a blunt object so hard.
“Ck. Definitely last night hangover,” decak his scruffy while wiping the corners of his lips wet after he washed using clean water.
Finished with nausea and vomiting, he chose to wash his face and brush his teeth. Finished with the bathroom, he walked out of the building earlier. While walking, he glanced at the clock that was stuck to the wall. The time had shown at nine in the morning past fifteen minutes, it was appropriate that he woke up. As a normal human being, he has a biological clock. This hour has exceeded the normal hours of waking up in the morning.
“What, clock Nine more?!”
He looked back at the wall clock horror. The next second, he glanced to the side. Where a television attached to the wall is located. Next to the object is a small calendar stored on the nightstand.
“Fyuuh. Good luck today weekend,” he said relieved.
He brought his two legs wrapped in quarter-thigh shorts to the dining room. His stomach rattled after vomiting. The house feels lonely, even though he lives alone in this place. Maybe his sister's going to tutoring.
While opening the hood of the food stored in the middle of the dining table, he tried to remember what really happened, until he hangover last night. Usually he never touches a drink at the tip of a finger, unless his mind is in turmoil. Fortunately, he did not wake up naked next to a foreign man because of his carelessness. Hih, just imagining it was already a horror once.
Behind the food hood that has been removed from the dining table, there is a set of ready-to-eat meals consisting of a bowl of soup, a piece of grilled chicken breast, salad, fresh fruit pieces, and a whole bowl of soup, banchan. Banchan itself is a side dish in Korean culinary tradition that is presented on a small plate. Complete with sticky notes on it.
...‘It's in the rice cooker. Don't forget to eat the soup, ma'am. Last night, it was Madam Aling who brought Maak home. I went tutoring first.’...
The sound of messages stored in sticky notes. He smiled a little while reading the message. His sister was always understanding. Although still sitting in High School, he is independent and can take care of himself. His sister is also good at cooking, cleaning and excelling in academics. He went to the tutoring place also not for tutoring, but to become a tutor there. Perfect right? the dreams of girls today are certainly.
“Hm, good.”
He muttered a little while tasting the soup that his sister had prepared.
“Night I do it, yes?” thought in the heart.
He tried to recall what happened last night, but the results were still nil. He was just dizzy trying to remember what happened last night.
He blinked his shoulders indifferently while again chewing the food made by his sister. “Tau. Tomorrow also remember the most.”
Do not let because you want to remember what caused the drunk, his life instead became stagnant and was hit by continuous chaos. Like the meaning of the lyrics of the song belonging to boyband Bangtan Boys or BTS, Life Goes On. Life must go on. Whatever the situation and condition.
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The sound of the horn of the vehicle sounded so loud when a beautiful woman dressed typical of office workers came out of Transjakarta. He ran in haste, ignoring the pain in the heel of his leg which this morning was wrapped in a black stiletto that was quite high. He was late to work. Worse yet he just remembered if today there was an important meeting.
Even though last night his boss had reminded him through a short message. Nevertheless, the dream of traveling around Hollywood using super cars Bugatti Divo with Tom Cruise is actually able to make him wake up late.
“Dead me,” he said as he gulped a rough spit.
Arunika Yunika. Beautiful 26-year-old woman who works at D’A Cooperation. He has been the secretary manager of the microfinance division for the past two years. As the name suggests, Arunika which means the light of the sun that has just risen. He is a person who is cheerful, humorous, care, easy going, easy talk and random times called happy virus. The beauty who always used to melt the atmosphere in every situation and condition.
Arunika also has a beautiful and sweet face at the same time. His skin is white, clean and well-groomed. Acne may be insecure if it grows on his face. His nose was small, tiny, but crisp. Her lips are thin in natural red. The body is ideal height, with curves that are not excessive. It also has a pair of beautiful netra hazelnuts that are shaded by a pair of plump eyelashes.
He worked at D’A Cooperation after completing his education at one of the top universities. The company is a popular and much sought after workplace. The salary offered is also large, in the sense of several levels above UMR. Not to mention some additional facilities and bonuses that are increasingly welfare workers. All of that is proportional to the loyalty that must be given to the company. Because from the beginning to get away and be able to join this company is also not difficult cans.
Arunika certainly grateful 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.
“Lo new come, Ru?” ask a woman who accidentally passed him in the corridor to his room.
“Iya. My luck, because of Tom Cruise nih.”
“Ck. Lo dream it's too high anyway,” ledek the woman. He was indeed right if his best friend was a big fan of the Hollywood actor.
“Damn lo, Ling. I am again a hytic. I go first,” said Arunika while patting her new best friend.
He had to rush to the meeting room before it was too late. Park Irewes—his deadline will definitely hold an impromptu cult if you find out he is late.
“Oh, yes, where is the meeting room?” confused Arunika. He forgot to ask, but he was the one who should know more details about the meeting schedule today.
“Room can be sure.”
It's good quickly. Walk toward the room that is usually used for meetings. The sound of stiletto he used sounded loud as he met the floor along the corridor.
Arriving at the place in question, with extra speed Arunika grabbed the door knob. Making a noise is created because of his actions that impressed the bar. He smiled awkwardly as the whole room turned its gaze towards him. Including sir Irewes—his limitations that appear to be head bobbles.
Arunika's heart is almost gone. I wanted him to disappear that very second. Especially when his hazelnut beads collided with the black obsidian belonging to the man who was standing gallantly on the podium.
Wait a minute, a flash of memory suddenly appeared in the memory. Movies that are played over and over again. He began to remember the incident at club night. The worst part, the man who owned the black obsidian soot was inside the flash of memory.
The man was the same person as the man had his clothes dirty with vomit.
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...TBC...
...Arunika, Daebak....
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