Suddenly the President's Wife
7. Break All The Rules

Working as a Discjokey DJ is not easy. Work as Discjokey itself is divided into three, namely DJ Clubs, Bedroom DJs or DJs, and radio DJs. DJs themselves emerged from a love for the flow of Electro Dance Music or EDM.

The task of the DJ Club is not only to operate DJ tools at the club, but the DJ club is also expected to make visitors feel at home for a long time at the place. DJ Club should be able to make the visitors drift in the beauty of the music presented.

The DJ Club must also have a pleasant personality in order to bring a positive aura to the visitors. When performing a DJ Club performance is also expected to provide energy to every visitor. So, there is feedback between DJs and visitors who are enjoying music.

“Not usually monday nights have stopped by here, boss. Alone again,” said the bartender who just presented the Altar message.

The owner of the name parses a paper-thin smile. He did not order alcohol, because he adheres to a healthy lifestyle that opposes fizzy drinks, let alone alcohol. The bartender at this club already knows what his order would be if he came to this place.

The altar rarely visited such a place. Maybe once in a while, even because of the invitation of his friends. They used to kongkow-kongkow in this stuffy dimly lit place. Altar admit if he does not linger in a place like this. But, how else. His friends from the school days always asked to meet here.

“Lah, lo here also Al?” Ask a semi-formal dressed man who came with a woman wearing a Midi dress of shoulder.

“Hm.”

“Gak-ngajak lo.”

The man took a sitting position next to Al. using one hand to instruct the woman who came with him to leave.

“Pesen what are you, Al? I'm the one who's buying tonight. Lo free pesen any.” The man who had the blue bead glanced at the Altar order for a moment. “What? Mocktail tropical fruit again?”

Mocktails are different from cocktails. Mocktails do not contain alcohol, usually made from a mixture of fruit juice and other mixtures. A cocktail is a beverage that contains alcohol, usually mixed with one or more additional components that make it a strong-scented beverage.

“Life lo straight very Al, kayak toll road.”

“Toll road just turn, boss,” says the bartender.

The semi-formal dressed man smiled widely. “Ber also lo, Aydin.” Both of them gave off laughter.

The altar that witnessed the two was only flat expression. What should he show in response?

Is it wrong, if you choose to live in a straight line?

After all the Altar was already like a robot programmed to obey. He will live this life for the rest of his life. There is never the courage to cross the boundaries of a predetermined zone. The regular altar follows the rules. The rules were made for him to obey, not to be broken.

All this time he lived straight, flat and always walked in the rotation that was set for him. He once wanted to get out of the zone, but he did not have enough courage. He needs someone who has more confidence, to get him out of his comfort zone.

“Al, you want to nemenin I did not run out of this?”

The altar looks towards the friend. “Ngapain?”

“Call DJ Aru's number. I have been fansing with him for a long time. Want to ask for the number, but do not get.”

“Don't Mr Diego have his number DJ Aru, boss?” chirps the bartender. Diego is the manager of the club night where DJ Aru used to perform.

The man nodded languidly. “Neg. He only has his assistant number.”

The altar that heard the friend's wish kept silent. First impressions with women are not pleasant. So until the time of the Altar still can not forget it. It had an impact on his always arbitrary attitude towards Arunika. However, watching the twinkle in the eyes of the friend who so adores the hat-loving DJ, makes the Altar feel a quite disturbing feeling.

He knows who his best friend is. Alvino Sebastian, a young executive whose track record has been famous throughout the city. The young widower who likes to flirt with this couple is indeed random times to voice his love for random women. If you are bored, Alvino will certainly dump it like a garbage can.

However, if you are in love, Alvino is the type of man who easily falls. Whatever he gives to the woman he loves. He showed it to his late wife who had gone home to the Lord.

“Noh, DJ Aru down.” Show the bartender to the stage.

“Wah, yes. Come, Al. My anterin!” exciting Alvino splashy.

“You, ***. I'm just nervous, yeah!” alvino replied annoyed.

“Gue go.”

The small debate between the two halted upon hearing the cold voice of the Altar interjecting. The man then left after leaving a piece of money with a fraction of a dollar under the glass.

There was something he had to do instead of serving Alvino's less useful request.

“Lah, Father is still here?” surprised by a woman who wore the casual outfit. Plain white T-shirt lined with black leather jacket, combined with blue jeans and pump shoes footwear. A medium-sized backpack also appeared to be carrying it on his back.

“Why? It's a public place. Like me if you want to linger here.”

“Iya also sih.”

The beautiful woman who tonight again uses a hat as a support for her outfit is smiling keki. “Then I go first, sir. Please continue again his fun event,” he continued while stepping foot to leave the man who is still wearing the outfit of the office.

Aling had indeed gone home first because there was a family event. As a result tonight Aru was only accompanied by a woman with glasses was half a gig. The rest of him who takes care of himself until the transaction process occurs.

Because the gig money has been bagged, Aru chose to immediately resign. The atmosphere in a place like this was not suitable for her who noob about alcoholic beverages. He was afraid he drank wrongly, and ended up losing consciousness. It can be fatal.

If it were not for the hobbies and arena of work that he did, it would be impossible for Arunika to be tired of coming to a place of curse like this.

“Bone me.”

Arunika looked at kontan. From the side the deep bass came. He thought there was no boss of his dajjal lineage there. But, it turns out the assumption was wrong!

“Not done, sir. My gopay balance is still a lot. Still fit for pesen ojol—“

“You came with me, it is my responsibility to drive you home.”

Definition of where is it? I really want Aru to say that. But, again he could only nod obediently. On his first day working as a secretary plus a personal assistant Altar, Arunika was too tired to argue. Today was enough he lost a lot of energy because serving the other boss.

“I know you haven't had dinner.”

Suddenly the Altar opened its voice, when silence dominated their journey. That of course made Arunika turn her head to the side. The place where the boss is controlling the steering.

“Kok You know? Don't-don't Mr psychic, huh?” ask Arunika jumawa.

“Your humor has turned out to be low.”

Whats? Is it not wrong that his boss said so? Arunika even widened her eyes so surprised.

“We stopped by dinner first. After that I take you,” said Altar while super-piercing so that the vehicle they ride stops at a restaurant.

Arunika gave a small sigh. He just wants to go home quickly. Not constantly following the boss all the time. He wants to go home, meet the sister who must have prepared a variety of delicious and delicious food menus. Not constantly ordered like this and so.

The rules at the beginning were not like this. His work schedule is also fixed and has been arranged professionally. The rules between ‘limatas-bawahan’ should have ended along with the expiration of working hours. But this, why did the Altar still rule him even though it was not working hours?

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...TBC...

...Assault 28-11-22...