Marrying a Rich Bum

LITTLE HOUSE

Bima takes Mariana to a small apartment on the outskirts of town. There is only one room, one bathroom, kitchen and living room.

"Mmm, Milky. I think it's too small for both of us to live in. There's only one room and one separate bathroom here."

"I can only afford to rent this. This alone has drained all my savings for fifteen years," replied Bima coldly.

"I-I, I can rent a slightly wider one for the both of us," replied Mariana hesitantly.

"of course. You have a lot of money. You're the CEO of a company, unlike me, which is just a homeless man who doesn't have a house."

Mariana silent. However, his words may have offended Bima. He did not intend to do so, it's just that Bima was clearly too sensitive about their finances.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. But...."

"No problem. I'm not offended at all. Isn't the truth that you have a lot of money. But anyway, a house is a husband's obligation to provide for it."

"Aren't we agreed that the term husband and wife is only on paper. So, there's no need to be too strict about obligations and responsibilities."

"So, are we going to live alone?"

"Of course."

Bima nodded. "alright. Then this house is the last thing I'll give you. The rest, we will support ourselves." After saying that, Bima passed away.

Mariana walked over, into the room. His suitcase was there, waiting for him. Mariana opened the suitcase, stuffed her clothes into a not so big cupboard. He left little space for Bima, so that the man could keep his clothes there.

After getting dressed, Mariana went out of the room to take a shower. Actually he is not used to bathing using a bathroom that is separate from his room, but how else. For now, all there is is is that. Maybe in the future Mariana can persuade Bima to rent a larger apartment.

Thirty minutes later, Mariana came out of the bathroom. There was no hot water, no bathtub, so the time it took Mariana in the bathroom was much shorter than usual.

Mariana walked into the kitchen after changing clothes and drying her hair. He intended to cook food for dinner, but when his hand opened the fridge, there was nothing he could find inside.

Mariana sighed, walking out looking for Bima.

"Mom...." He called, but there was no answer.

"Hhh... Where is he." Mariana sighed softly. He walked into the living room, balcony, room, and tried knocking on the bathroom, nil. There was no Bima anywhere, inside this very small house of theirs.

"All right, I'm going to the supermarket looking for kitchen stuff. Maybe I'll just leave a note on the table so that if he comes home he knows where I'm going." Mariana left a note on a piece of paper, tucking it under a vase of flowers on the table.

An hour around the supermarket, Mariana returned with bags of groceries in her hands. He opened the door with great difficulty because he had brought so much. As soon as her hand managed to turn the key, Mariana opened it using her elbow, pushing the door with her shoulder.

Mariana froze behind the door, staring at Bima who was sitting there while eating noodles in an indifferent manner.

"God! Can't you help me?!" Shouted Mariana exasperatedly.

Bima looked up, looking at Mariana while shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I'm eating" he said indifferently with his mouth full of food.

"You're! Already know your woman has trouble carrying a lot of stuff, but you're even good at eating." Mariana grumbling.

"My lady? Isn't our marriage just on paper?" tanya Bima flat.

Mariana snorted, walking towards the kitchen with her luggage so heavy.

Bima looked at him cutely, shrugging his shoulders while continuing to eat his food.

"The smell of onion stirring in the air. Although Bima's stomach was full, no doubt his saliva flowed profusely also found the delicious aroma of Mariana cuisine from the kitchen."

Bima walked into the kitchen carrying an empty bowl, washing it, while occasionally her eyes glanced towards the frying pan where Mariana's hand was still busy stirring the green vegetables inside.

Bima deliberately linger, hoping Mariana mince words to offer him food. Honey, Mariana doesn't seem to hear even seeing her presence there. The woman worked in silence, her hands agilely adding complementary spices to the top of the pan.

Finally Bima gave up. He walked back to the living room, clasped on the sofa and slept.

The next morning Bima was awakened by the smell of coffee piercing her nose. As he opened his eyes, a cup of milk coffee with smoke billowed across the table right in front of him to sleep. Beside her lay a piece of paper with Mariana's handwriting.

I made coffee for you just now because there's hot water left. It's a pity to be allowed to cool. On the kitchen table there is also leftover vegetables and rice, if you want to eat. Not acting as a husband and wife, does not mean I also can not share, right?