Marrying a Rich Bum

AUDY A8L'S

"mmm... Milky."

Bima looked at Mariana, ignoring the moment soup tofu before her.

"I was thinking, before actually accepting your friend's offer, how about we go see dad and grandpa. I feel like they need to know whatever I'm going to decide for our lives."

Bina nodded. "Although you are now my responsibility, I think it's good to keep them informed no matter what your decision is. They're still your parents, who raised you since you were little." Bima nodded in agreement.

"Thank you for understanding me."

Bima nodded back. "Take your food, then we'll go see them."

An hour later, Mariana shed tears in Bima's arms. Bima's face was red-faced with anger.

"alright. Let Mariana be my responsibility from now on." Bima said coldly.

"Haha.... What can you do. Feeding Mariana properly you cannot," cried Mariana's father, mocking.

"Pa, already. Mariana is pregnant. Don't be so hard on him."

"Mariana's pregnant?" Another voice made the four of them look over. Someone was standing at the door, staring suspiciously at Mariana.

"Yes. And she's carrying this useless baby tramp. Can you imagine what kind of offspring I would be born with, is not it. It's chic!" Mariana's father spat in disdain.

"Whose son are you carrying, Mariana?" galang asked suspiciously, his two eyebrows clutched to look at Mariana.

"Of course my son and my husband." Mariana stood up, staring fiercely at Galang.

Galang sneered, but his gaze was still suspicious.

"Let's go home, Bima. I can't stand being in this hell!" Mariana pulled Bima's hand to stand up.

"This cozy house you call hell? Then you want to call it what the cardboard box you're in right now is," Galang sneered.

"I'd rather live in a cardboard box but I'm with a sweet white rabbit than live in a fancy house with wolves!" reply Mariana ketus. Then with full force he walked out, smashing into the shoulders of Galang who was standing at the door.

"Go from here, take the homeless man and his descendants, and never set foot in this house again. You're not my son anymore!" shouted Mariana's father wrathfully. Mariana walked away without turning her head, while Bima stopped her steps right in the middle of the door. His head turned slowly at Mariana's father.

"I hope you will never lick your own spit, sir," said Bima coldly, then walked away following Mariana.

"Leave your car and everything I've ever given you!" Mariana's father's head grazed out right as Mariana opened the car door. His face looks red.

Bina smilingly looked at Mariana, nodding. Then the man grabbed his wife's shoulder, took her out of the fence on foot.

"Don't worry. I'll buy you a better car than that" whispered Bima comforting.

Mariana smiled blandly. "It's okay. We can go get a cab."

"Yes. But you're a CEO. It is inappropriate for a CEO to go to work in a taxi" Bima replied.

Mariana laughed softly, sitting leaning on Bima's shoulder while waiting for the bus at the stop.

"What do you think a car costs, huh?" mariana asked, without a mocking tone.

"Eitherway. Five million, ten million. I might be able to ask half my salary first to my friend, to buy a car for you."

"You think I want to ride in a remote control car driven by a battery and dynamo." Mariana chuckles.

Mariana threw her body on the sofa in front of the giant television in the living room. Her hair was tangled and her face was a little pale after crimping with many people on the bus. But the woman did not complain at all, not even a single small whimper ever appeared from her mouth.

"You want to soak in warm water? I thought all this time you could never do it in our little apartment." Bima offered, while thrusting warm chocolate milk into the hands of Mariana. Mariana received her glass, downed it to the remaining half, then nodded.

"I think you're right. Soaking in warm water might be able to reduce my stress a little."

Bima nodded, smiling. "I'll get ready," he said.

Mariana spent the rest of the milk in the glass, then followed Bima up to her room.

"A ready. You take a shower, I'll be out for a while looking for food."

"Why don't you order by courier?" ask Mariana.

"It's okay, there's a lot of food vendors nearby. What do you want?"

"Mmm. I actually want your miso soup," said Mariana, her face red.

Bima raised an eyebrow, laughing. "Well, I'll buy the material first. You take a bath, but be careful. Don't let your feet get wet on the way down, I've prepared towels and mats near you."

Mariana nodded, smiling widely.

Bima stepped out after making sure Mariana was safe inside the bathtub. The man ran to the end of the road, meeting Marco who had been ready with his car since half an hour ago.

"Showrooms. Hurry."

"Want to buy another car, boss?"

"Mariana's car was taken by her father. I have to replace it."

Marco frowned.

"She's an amazing woman. Although I could see it was very uncomfortable being on the city bus, but not in the least he complained about it. Her smile continued to expand even though her body movements clearly showed she was not comfortable crammed with many people."

"Boss...."

Bima.

"Are you crazy about him?" Marco's Smirk.

Bima stared flat. "I was in love with her before I even saw her face" she said coldly.

"Oh, it's worth it" said Marco, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Have you conquered it?"

"Of course."

Marco chuckled, his feet reflexively stepping on the brakes.

"Be careful when you drive, you idiot! Don't let my son have a disabled father."

Marco looked surprised. "Your son, Boss?"

"Of course."

"B-no. I mean, sorry. Isn't that a child...."

"I've fixed it" said Bima coldly, cutting off Marco's question.

"What does that mean?" marco was confused.

"Mariana was reluctant to conceive and raise the son of that bastard. So. I have to make her want to raise that kid. You know, right. Manipulating his brain."

"Yes." Yeah."

"But, Boss...."

Bima shook her head hard. "will not. Mariana was already pregnant while doing it with me. That child is not my flesh. Mariana just thought that the fetus was my baby. Just so he can take care of and love the boy."

"But, Boss. Are you sure it's harmless?"

"Eitherway. I hope not."

"You're really careless!" Marco shakes in disbelief.

"I'll take the time to visit grandfather and ask him later. But now drive faster, because my wife is home alone. I don't want to leave it too long."

Marco nodded in understanding, then doubled his speed.

They arrive at the showroom in ten minutes.

"Go to the supermarket and buy me some miso soup. Then meet me at home."

Bima goes into the showroom, while Marco slides off to the supermarket.

"Good day, sir. Can we help you?" ask a saleswoman with long hair, thick makeup and a pink white striped mini skirt uniform.

"I'm Bimantara Sandiago. Tell your manager I'm waiting for him..."

All ears that heard, turned their heads. While the man behind the slippery suit who had just descended the stairs, immediately ran over as soon as his gaze caught the face of Bima who was standing in front of one of her employees who did not even bow to her.

"Lord Bima." The man appeared for less than three seconds, bowing politely before Bima. A few eyes that looked at him, widened in shock at the attitude of the supreme ruler in his office, bowing low to men who were even wearing only T-shirts and undershorts.

"Why did you come alone, sir. You can contact us by phone if you need anything," said the man, still bowing deeply.

"I need a car I can take directly."

The man looked up, staring in shock.

"K-we...."

"Is there no?"

The half-bald manager turned to one of the male employees in a sea-blue uniform. "Hey, you. Come." Comehere."

The young man immediately walked over.

"Give Mister Bima wrong, you idiot!" hiss the manager, when the boy was just standing politely in front of them.

The boy prepared to bow, but Bima held him back.

"no need. You don't have to be too formal with me either, Mr. Thompson. I'm here to buy a car."

"But, Mister...."

Bima shook her head. "Show me the car I'm ready to take home right now." Bima spoke to the employee in the newly called navy blue uniform.

The man nodded, bowed politely a little, then walked away followed by Bima.

"Audy A8L, Audy RS5, and Audy RS7. They are ready to drive, we only need about two hours to prepare, sir," the man said politely.

"I want this one." Bima pointed to a yellow car, which he thought would be very suitable for the agile Mariana.

"Audy A8L here...."

Bima raised her hand. "Thank you, but no need. I don't understand automotive. I just bought my wife a car." Bima cut.

The employee was silent for a moment, then nodded and smiled politely.

"Mr Bima, let's wait in my room, while our technician prepares your car." The manager looked down politely in front of Bima. Bima nodded, then followed the manager walking into his room.

"Sir, what happened. Why did you suddenly reappear?" ask the manager after closing the door and make sure no employees are following.

Bima sat on the black sofa, leaning back her body casually.

"I'm married."

"Yes, I heard it. But, how...."

"We did it."

The bald manager gulped roughly, staring in shock at Bima. "Lord. Does...did grandpa know?"

"Yet. I'll talk to him later."

"Does that mean the curse will...."

"This I know. My wife is pregnant, but not with me. You hear the beginning of our marriage?"

"Yes, I heard. But not sure."

"I helped her after she was raped, but the elders thought we did. That's why they got us married and kicked me out of the village. But we've never done anything this long, until she finds out she's pregnant."

"Sir, she's already pregnant with another man, why do you do it?"

"Because she hates her son."

The manager frowned.

"But I love him, and I love that boy. I want to make him my son. He promised he'd accept the boy, if he was my son."

"S-I don't understand, sir."

"I'm just manipulating his mind. That child is still not my child, but I mislead her mind as if that fetus could turn into my child if I planted a seed there."

The middle-aged manager shook his head in disbelief. "That's a little silly, isn't it," he said.

"Yes. That's so ridiculous. But that's what happened. And that's why I do it, no matter what happens later."

The manager again gulped, but nodded in understanding.

"Did that woman show up yet?" tanyakanya.

"So far not yet," replied Bima still very calm.

"Maybe he'll never show up."

"I hope so, Thompson."