Marrying a Rich Bum

2 MILLION DOLLARS

"Put my card." Bima took out a black card with a silver logo from inside her wallet. Thompson shook his head quickly.

"No need, Sir. The showroom is yours. You don't buy things in your own shop."

Bima smiled blandly. "If I don't pay at my store, over time the company will suffer a devisit." Bima walked towards the cashier and thrust a black card in her hand. "Published," the order is flat.

"Ready, Sir." The cashier received Bima's black card and swiped it before asking Bima to insert the pin.

"It's been debited, sir. Your balance has been reduced by 2.95 billion." The cashier again thrust Bima's card while nodding politely.

"There's a price cut?" ask Bima.

"Yes, Sir. We give a 5% discount to every customer who pays cash, but the manager asks times to include a real 15% discount for you."

"Next time don't give me a discount. Unless my wife comes to buy. But never treat him as an owner, if he comes to buy." Bima looked at the few employees surrounding her, making sure that everyone had nodded their heads before turning around and stepping away.

"Please, Sir. And here's the car keys."

Bima received a car key from a technician employee who stood up while opening the car door for Bima.

"Thank you" Bima replied.

Twenty minutes later, Bima got out of her new car and walked into the house.

"Where's Mariana?" bima asked, looking at Marco who was sitting playing mobile phone in his living room.

"Maybe asleep, Boss. He just came out for a while after the shower, then came back in when he couldn't find you anywhere. Looks like Madam Mariana was a little upset when she failed to call your phone."

Bima widened in shock, taking out the phone from his pocket which was in silent mode. He forgot to turn on his ring after turning it off last night, so as not to interfere with his activities with Mariana.

After checking the phone and finding seven missed calls, Bima immediately ran into the room.

Bima opened the door slowly. Mariana was sleeping, curling her back while hugging the bolts.

Slowly Bima closed the door again, then walked into the kitchen.

"Have you brought me everything I need, Marco?" bima asked on her way to the kitchen.

"Already, Boss. It's all in the fridge."

Bima opened the fridge, took out the ingredients she needed, put on an apron and immediately cooked deftly.

Marco stood at the kitchen door, observing with a smile.

"What's wrong?" bima asked, when removing the apron after cooking.

"There's nothing. Just amused to see you behind a fluffy pink apron, boss. You look like a house rabbit."

Bima stared fiercely.

"Well, you deserve to be in that ferocious mode more than in cute bunny mode, boss. You're so sweet every time you're dealing with your fierce wife."

"How dare you call my wife one more time, I'll cut your throat later!" bima said coldly, as she passed leaving Marco at the kitchen door, returning to the room to wake Mariana up.

"Male.... Where have you been?" mariana asked, opening her eyes feeling Bima's soft touch on her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Mariana. I need to do something for a few hours. Did I starve you?"

Mariana nodded spoiled. "A little bit" he said scowling.

Bima took a long breath. "alright. Let's eat first. I'm done cooking miso soup for you."

"But I don't want miso soup," whined Mariana. Bima looked shocked.

"Are my ears wrong, or have I somewhat forgotten my memory?" bima asked confused.

"No, no. I said I wanted miso soup, but it's not anymore."

"Not anymore?" ask Bima disappointed. "Then what do you want now?"

Mariana opened both hands, grabbed the neck of Bima who ducked on it and then ambushed it.

"I want you" he whispered, his breath short.

"Mariana, it's still afternoon."

"Is there a ban on doing so?" ask Mariana.

"T-no. Of course not." Bima.

Mariana smiled, her body getting attached to Bima.

"You're so aggressive. Remember your pregnancy, dear."

"The doctor said it was a pregnant woman."

Bima smiled, crawled up and revealed Mariana's clothes, and kissed her stomach which still looked flat.

"We're gonna do it. But now down there's Marco, and I have a surprise for you."

"Marco?" hiss Mariana was upset. "Why he didn't just go home. He's been here since, he said he was waiting for you."

Bima smiled. "I'll tell him to come home, if that's what you want. But let's go down first, I have a little surprise for you." Bima forced, gently pulling Mariana's hand to let the spoiled woman follow her stand.

"Dee, Marco. You still here?" bima asked, looking at Marco who was still playing mobile in his living room.

"Oh, no. I'm going home, sir, Madam. Excuse me." Marco stood up suddenly, looked at Bima and Mariana alternately, then immediately walked out.

"Come, I'll show you the surprise now." Bima embraces Mariana's shoulder, taking her out.

"Ap-mob.il who is it, Bima?" mariana asked stuttered, seeing the yellow walnut car parked in front of her house.

"Your car."

"What?!"

"Yes, I bought it for you."

"But...."

"Come in. Look at the inside, what you like." Bima pushed slowly at Mariana's waist, taking her into the car.

Mariana sat in the passenger seat, observing the entire interior of the car with a look of admiration.

"D-where did you get the money, Bima. This car must be very expensive, right."

"From my friend. About that, don't think about it now. The important thing is whether you like it or not" whispered Bima.

"Of course I like it a lot." Mariana smiled widely, embracing Bima's shoulder. "Thank you, Bima."

Bima smiled, lifted Mariana's body and carried her home.

"It's time to eat" Bima said, bringing Mariana back into the house.

Mariana ate her soup voraciously.

"Bima.." he called, between bribing the soup into the mouth.

"Hmm" replied Bima.

"Did your friend really buy you that fancy car?" mariana asked, looking suspiciously.

Bima shook her head. "Of course not. I bought it."

"But you said it was from your friend."

"I have money from my friend."

Mariana frowned. "How much did my friend give you money?" tanyakanya.

Bima sniffed his shoulders. "Eitherway. He just gave me a card, and said I could use it for my purposes."

"Card?" Mariana looked at Bima. "What card?" tanyanya's confused.

Bima opened the wallet and issued a black card issued by one of the international banks from his wallet.

"Central International Bank black card?!" Mariana stared at the card. "My friend gave you that card?"

Bima shrugged, acting bloon. "What card is this?" he asked, flipping through the cards in his hand.

"The card can only be issued with a minimum limit of 2 million US dollars, Bima. You know what that means?" ask Mariana.

Bima again shrugged her shoulders, her lips pinched into a downward arch.

"That means, the balance on the card is at least 30 billion rupiah, you know?"

Bima shook her head. "No," he said calmly.

"You're really crazy! That kind of money, did you ask him for permission when you bought that fancy car for me?" mariana asked furiously, the food was neglected.

Bima is back to shake. "My friend said I could wear it for anything, without asking her permission. This card, here it is for me. He has also promised the same card for you, when you have entered the company later," said Bima calm down, as if this is just a matter of salary of five million rupiah per month.

"What?!"

Bima nodded.

"Then your friend is crazy! I'm a little scared working for him, Bima."

Bima frowned. "Why?"

"Because your friend is crazy. Where there is a sane person who easily squanders that much money for others."

"I'm no one else to him" protested Bima. "We've been together since childhood, Mariana."

Mariana shook her head firmly. "That's crazy!" said.

Bima again shrugged indifferently, finished her soup, then stood up.

"Let's take a walk in your new car. Don't you need to go to Grandpa's house to tell him about your intention to move companies," Bima said, bringing her bowl to the dishwasher and washing it.

"Let me alone." Mariana held Bima's arm.

"You're ready. We're going to Grandpa's house."

Mariana smiled, kissed Bima on the cheek, then ran out of the kitchen.