Suddenly the President's Wife
32. Be Mine

A pair of bright hazelnut irises spread the view all over the room. The room looks spacious, decorated by a little minimalist-sized furniture. Dominated by white and gray make the space accentuate the impression that the owner is a lover of cleanliness. On one of the walls, there was a study table and a bookshelf left to stick to the wall. Sticky notes that are taped out of nowhere, are still seen decorating one corner.

What is a king size bed that has been decorated like a newlyweds room. Complete with a blanket formed to resemble two geese facing, thus forming a symbol of love. Plus with a sprinkling of red Holland rose petals that spread a fragrant aroma throughout the room.

The interior in the room is not too crowded. There are only a few furniture and minimalist-sized items. Makes the room seem bigger and wider. This was the first experience for Arunika to enter a man's room. Bian and Airlangga rooms do not count, considering they are two people who are not strangers in their lives. While the owner of this room has not even known him for two months. And then, now they have changed their status to husband and wife.

That's funny, huh?

“You haven't cleaned your body?”

The question accompanied by the sound of the door opening made Arunika turn around. In the doorway, the man who a few hours ago invited himself to stand while carrying the suit he wore all day. His beautiful face looked tired, considering that all day he had to greet some of the closest people present.

Instead of answering, Arunika chose to shake her head. “My stuff is still down, Sir.”

Honestly, awkwardly now dominates. Even though they are married, they still use raw language that seems stiff.

“Hm. Let me have someone bring him upstairs. Now you can clean your body. You must be tired.”

Arunika nodded again. With an awkward movement he lifted the part of his wedding dress skirt that dangled until it swept the floor. Finding the wife in trouble, the man moved to help.

“Detach here only, it looks like you will have trouble removing it in the bathroom.”

The altar sounds right behind the woman he has married. He was treated to the smooth back of the wife who was only covered in transparent cloth, complete with beautiful floral embroidery. Lying if he is not amazed to see the appearance of his secretary who he has officially married.

“Pak, I—“

“Aru, how many times should I remind you? We're already married. So don't be too formal. No more status of superiors and subordinates now.”

“Iya, I ...I mean I understand. But, Pak—“

“Don’t call me ‘Pak’, Aru.”

Arunika nodded in understanding. “Iya, M-us.”

The altar smiled faintly. It was so thin that Arunika herself could not notice it. There was a taste created in the chest when the call was pinned to him.

“Mandilah first. Your things will be delivered soon. I'll shower under.”

“Iya.”

“Consider just like own room.”

Arunika nodded in response. The next second the husband turned around, towards the walk in the closet where his personal belongings were stored. The man appeared to be carrying a change of clothes and a towel on his return.

“I go,” he said as he touched the head of the wife for a moment. Patting a brownish mane that today looks beautifully arranged, complete with tiara decoration on it. It would be a lie if the Altar did not acknowledge the beauty of the wife.

The woman who still has Korean blood is increasingly looking beautiful with a wedding dress that is chosen soberly from one of the boutique subscription of the sister-in-law. Her beautiful face is decorated with simple make up, not from the hands of a prominent make up artist or MUA, only the skillful hands of her sister-in-law—Aruna—wife of Afka.

Nevertheless, there is nothing the Altar regrets from this super impromptu marriage. Because actually all this has been triggered long enough, even with the planning that he has thought carefully. Because Arunika is the only woman who managed to make her confidence back. The desire to taste happy in a household with a woman who is able to change her point of view is prominent.

After the Altar, Arunika chose to hurry to clean the body. Refreshed his tired body all day. When she came out of the bathroom, the man who had officially become her husband had returned. He sat on the bed and operated a MacBook. For a moment Arunika was sculpting in front of the bathroom door. Still do not believe the facts presented in plain sight.

He's already married. Taken already. She is the wife of a man named Altar Jhonyan Dee Diantoro. The man who was now sitting on the bed, was waiting for him. It is like a husband waiting for his wife to perform the ritual of the first night. Arunika shook her head quickly, dismissing the 1821 smelling glint that stopped by her head.

“You're done?”

The question that came unexpectedly made Arunika blink. She then nodded, walking closer to the dresser. Sitting there, looking back at her husband. With a clumsy gesture she grabbed her make up pouch. His personal belongings have indeed been delivered someone when he cleanses the body. Therefore, now Arunika can use skincare that he routinely uses before going to bed. However, being aware of the piercing gaze from behind his back, making Arunika who was using skincare evenly on her face so misbehaved.

‘Anj*r, she's worried about it all the time, anyway? Make salting!’ grunts in the heart.

“Aru, when do you want to reflect? You don't want to rest?”

Arunika. “Ah, Yes, Mas. This is done, kok,” you only who make galfok—continue Arunika in the heart.

Finished with affairs per skincare-an, Arunika moved. Closer to the bed. All the movements of the woman were not separated in the slightest from a pair of net soot belonging to her husband.

“Do not think strangely, no one among us will sleep on the sofa.”

Arunika smiled snobbishly. He would just pick up extra pillows and blankets for her to use.

Arunika is planning to sleep on the sofa near the window. But, it turns out that scenario can be guessed easily by the husband.

“Sleep in bed. We won't do it now.”

“Do what?” tanya Arunika ambiguous.

The altar raised one eyebrow, looking seductive. “What are we getting married for, Aru? Not to prove your point about—“

“Stop!” Arunika interrupted quickly. “Udah, I sleep here. Satisfied?” he hurriedly laid his body on the bed.

“Good.” The altar smiled faintly.

Arunika clucked violently while raising the blanket to the chest limit. The altar did the same thing, laying his body on a bed that he had not been in for a long time.

“You haven't slept?” ask the altar a few moments later. Be aware of random movements coming from the side. The beautiful woman who was wearing dark blue long pajamas was as uncomfortable as she was lying down.

“Why? It uncomfortable? or is the AC too cold?”

Arunika shook her head slowly. “Not that, it's weird. Maybe because I haven't been able to adapt.”

“You haven't adapted yet? I thought you could sleep anywhere easily.”

“I am not so, Pak—ups!” Arunika quickly closed her mouth using her hands. Aware of his habit that is not easily eliminated. He looked to the side, looking for the husband's response.

“It's difficult to talk non-formally with me?” ask her husband expressionlessly.

“Hm.”

“Mas angry?” ask her carefully while observing the expression of the husband. Sometimes that guy is hard to understand.

“Anged for what?”

“Because of habit I called ‘Pak’.”

“As you said, it's a habit. Slowly you will forget.”

Arunika smiled faintly. At least now he can breathe. The altar is not angry. Although he himself never saw the boss angry during the work of the past month. Speaking of work, what about work? Then a contract of employment?

“Mas.”

“Hm.”

“Em, can I still work after marriage? Then, what about the contract of work at that time?”

“You're fired.”

“A—pa?!” shocked Arunika. Both of his eyes were perfectly rounded. “Dipecat? How can?”

“Hm.”

“Why? In the past month, I tried to work as optimally as possible. My performance is also not to be doubted. Why am I suddenly fired?” tanya Arunika.

The altar turned its head, staring at the beautiful face that seemed to be demanding an answer from her. “Because now you have a fixed job, and more suitable for you.”

“Fixed work? What job? I where there is another job besides DJ and be your secretary?”

Altar again unraveled a smile as thin as it found the disappointment of the wife. He's comforted. “Now your job is to be my wife. Your job is just waiting for me at home, taking care of my needs, serving me, and preparing to conceive my son.”

Arunika speechless heard it. Is it true that the one who just spoke clearly was the Altar? His boss has infertility? But, since when did that man have such sky-high confidence? Where did the Altar go that yesterday seemed weak due to its condition?

“You are no longer possessed, are you, Mas? How to talk Vicky Prasetyo?”

The altar links the forehead. “Why? You look confused?”

“Yes, confused by your words. I'm not you.”

“Indeed what's wrong with my words?” tanya Altar grabbed the waist of the wife, bringing the woman closer.

“What do you want, Mom? Don't be weird!” ronta Arunika's. Beware.

“Ssttt, quiet. You have to adapt, right?”

“Adapting anyway adapt. But, not gini too,” said Arunika ketus. Now his position was lying right in front of the Altar. His heart was also not saved.

“This is a way for you to quickly adapt,” said Altar slowly while calling his face at the top of the head of the wife. Inhaling the aroma of shampoos derived from the aroma of a mixture of fresh flowers and citrus.

“Mas.”

“Hm?”

“We sleep like this?”

“Why?”

“Author convenient.”

“Rilex. Make yourself comfortable, Aru.” The altar says while wrapping both of his sturdy arms around the wife's waist. Bringing the tiny body into the fold. Make her woman as comfortable as possible in the embrace she gives.

Arunika can only be silent with a petrified body like a statue with a heart that is timid. However, his body gradually relaxed. The altar is her husband. He should be grateful that the man did not force him to perform the rituals that the new couple used to do on the first night.

Nevertheless, all this was too sudden for Arunika. Now all Arunika can do is live everything with chest roomy. So, slowly but surely, he tried to make his body relax. He was actually not sure that he could fall asleep in a position hugged possessively like this.

“Aru.”

The deep bass sound is back. Make the fine hairs around his neck feel standing up. That's the sound effect of the CFO D’A Cooperation's deep bass. The hottest bachelor that today unleashes his bachelor time.

“Hm.”

Arunika only responds with a small dehumidification disguised by its position facing directly with the chest of the same solid-coated field dark blue.

“Tomorrow we have to go to the hospital.”

“For what?”

“Checking,” pause for a moment. Before the sound of the deep bass again chanted the sentence that made the heart of Arunika more crazy.

“I have to make sure of something, before we prove your point about the possibility of having offspring. Tomorrow we have to see Dr. Ridwan before unification.”

Please, now Arunika does not know whether to close her eyes or not after the Altar says so.

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