Suddenly the President's Wife
8. Celebrities
A portion of spaghetti aglio olio served very beautifully is ready to be enjoyed, presented in front of Arunika. His brown eyes stared at the dish with a gaze between tasteful and not.
For your information, this Arunika has a rubber stomach. He will not be full just by enjoying a serving of spaghetti aglio olio which he can use to buy 3-4 servings of chicken noodles subscription. In addition, Arunika is of mixed blood descent, meaning a mix between Korea-Java-Sunda. He was born, grew up, and grew up in the city of Pasundan.
Despite having Korean blood, since childhood Arunika has lived on earth. One of them is stomach. Native people of earth usually adhere to a unique habit about the affairs of the stomach. If you have not eaten rice, you have not eaten. Don't they?
That sentence must be familiar to the ears. Arunika is too. He has not yet called afdal eat if he has not met with rice. He can even enjoy two servings of chicken noodles followed by eating a plate of rice complete with side dishes. His stomach is safe. However, when it comes to hunger strike, let alone feed a mouthful of rice, water alone feels reluctant to be swallowed.
“Come, eat.”
“Ah, Yes, Sir.”
Arunika replied while commenting on the forced smile. But this time it was different.
However, he had to finish the food so he could go home quickly. Let's just say this is the sustenance of the son of Sholehah. Eat expensive food at a five-star restaurant in the middle of the month. For an ordinary office staff it seems, this is like a collapsed durian crucifixion.
“Whichever wisdom you deny,” his small murmur while smiling sumringah.
“You speak something?”
“Ah, no. You misheard the times,” Arunika pretext while waving her hand in front of the face.
The altar stared at the flat secretary. He thought he just heard his interlocutor say something. Ah, or maybe he just misheard?
“Spend your food. After that I drive you home.”
Arunika nodded steadily. In his heart he cheered happily because he was finally able to go home as well. He was no longer able to linger with the superior.
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“Had, late I am,” muttered Arunika riled.
The woman wearing today is wearing a white V nick collared shirt top with a dongker colored pencil skirt that just came down from Transjakarta. Misalan again approached the second day to become a secretary plus assistant plus a male errand boy named Altar Jhonyan Dee Diantoro. Just down the TransJakarta, his legs wrapped in heels 7 centi almost tripped the road divider.
Arunika Poor.
After last night was treated by the boss on the first day of the official change of office, the next morning even bad luck due to wake up bad luck. Moreover, this morning the sister did not have time to leave any breakfast, because she had to rush to school. There were only two sheets of nuttela-covered fresh bread cradling his stomach this morning.
“New nyampe, lo?” Aling asked as she passed Arunika in the elevator.
“Iya. Late me.”
“Mampus. Just now your boss came in.”
“Yang actually lo?” shocked Arunika while checking the clock that is coiled on her wrist. Eight o'clock is twenty minutes! The boss has come.
Aling nodded while folding both hands on the chest. “Mana dateng her same former Indonesian women finalists again.”
“Yang really lo? Great bener.” Aruna looked at the friend in disbelief. Early this morning, he missed the news.
The lady with narrow eyes nodded as she touched the frame of her glasses. “Hm. The news is anget anyway, he said they had something.”
“Wah, Sabyan's descendants are not his taste. Join him as a finalist princess of Indonesia. Why not the President's son?” arunika said, voicing an opinion.
“Lah, you did not know that Mr Al was indeed the same son of the President?”
Arunika shakes spontaneously. “Emang really ever had a history of deket son President?”
“It. They used to say one university at Harvard University. Sampe is now still a follow-up on Instagram.”
“Weleh, pantesan.” Arunika nodded her head hearing the information.
He just found out about the background of the Altar. A Harvard graduate, Arunika knew that. If about his closeness to the daughter of the president and former finalist of Indonesian women, Arunika just found out.
Curious in her pretty brain. What did those beautiful, learned women see from an Altar?
Mapan, yes.
Handsome, yes.
Attitude and manner is good, yes.
Material boyfriend, yes.
Husband material, yes.
The lack? There is hardly any.
A man is like a real perfection to a human being. Even though Arunika knows that perfection only belongs to God. But, for ordinary human size, the Altar could have an accuracy rate of 90% close to the word perfect.
Arriving at the intended floor, Arunika then hurriedly entered her new room. While walking, the chocolate bead spread throughout. His smile had just come up when his hand reached for the door knob of the new workroom. However, he had just pulled the knob. A voice interrupted his movement.
“You're his new secretary, Al?”
Arunika turned her body with reflex movements. A faint smile rose on her face that today was covered in simple make up. “Ah, yes. What's up, Ma'am?”
His brown bead looked at the beautiful little lady who stood gracefully before him fixedly. The woman's flat and proportional body is wrapped in a light blue dress with super soft material. The end of the dress falls just above the knee. A pair of matching colored heels also appear to decorate the legs of his ranks. His black mane was neatly smeared. A friendly smile always adorns the face of Asian women.
“Call just Arumi or Arum. We're like the same age.”
Arunika smiled while nodding. “Hm, what do you need here? Or maybe you're lost?”
“Not, really. I just want to go around here,” replied the beautiful woman who claimed to be named Arumi.
His voice sounded smooth in Arunika's ears. Unlike the voice that often gas if you are talking. There's no brakes. Arunika is not a feminine woman. He is more inclined to tomboy and indifferent to the affairs of appearance.
Unlike Arum who is a Celebrity. Indonesian princess finalist who is definitely accredited beauty, elegance, and intelligence.
If life depended on beauty, then Arunika could still compete. Physically, it is not bad. It can still be said that the ideal type of men. While in terms of intelligence, maybe Arunika will be left three steps behind Arumi.
Arunika is indeed endowed with a brain that is easy to digest matter. However, he is sometimes weak in some aspects if too charged a lot of tasks. The advantage, Arunika it likes various things that smell with calculations and music. He will not be difficult if given material regarding calculations and music.
“Are you not tired of multitasking like this?” Arum asked when he found out that Arunika worked as a secretary and personal assistant of the Altar.
Arunika shook her head firmly. “Neg. I can still handle.”
“I heard you just replaced Ms. Yangti, yes?”
“Iya. Just two days ago.”
“Wah, then it should be Al treatir we eat.”
Arunika's forehead frowned at hearing that. “Tractate eating in what order?”
“In order Al has a new secretary. He had been too dependent on Mother Yanti. Already he should have stood alone.”
The beautiful woman like Batari who was passing to the earth, seemed excited every time she talked about the Altar. Moments later, an impromptu celebrity at D’A Cooperation was resigned. Before leaving, they had exchanged numbers to establish communication. Arunika of course accepted it with pleasure. Who wouldn't want to share a number with a celebrity. Celebrity like Arumi.
After Arumi Soedibyo Joyokusumo—, the former finalist of the Indonesian princess—Arunika then resumed her routine. He must deal with some documents that need to be evaluated by the boss, check some incoming data, also do a re-data of the schedule of the boss for the next few days. Yanti's mother had also advised that she was good at managing the time of the superior. Because the man's schedule will be congested near the end of this month.
When entering the lunch hour, the former Indonesian princess finalist really proved his words. When down to the ground floor, the beautiful woman whose carriage is always graceful invites Arunika to eat together in canteen.
Arunika cannot say ‘not’, because the Altar is also on Arumi's side. So, now he was stuck in this awkward position. Almost the whole canteen stared at him. Perhaps more precisely towards the pair of humans who were enjoying lunch elegantly in front of him.
Sitting one table with two celebrities does not necessarily make Arunika celebrity too. However, he splashed his sap because of his position like a needle between two human descendants of these gods. Suddenly his appetite was gone.
He glanced to the left, envious of the position of Aling and Rose who were enjoying lunch with a voraciously. He should also eat voraciously among his friends, because this morning his stomach was less filled.
The menu served at canteen this afternoon is Middle Eastern cuisine. Starting from processed vegetables, fish, to meat, everything seems appetizing. Rice kebuli remains the most sought after dominant. But alas, Arunika could not enjoy all that because of the awkward position he faced. His fate today is very unlucky.
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...TBC...
...Assault 28-11-23...