Marrying a Rich Bum

SARAH VS MARIANA

An understanding formed on Mariana's face, while Sarah looked at Bima in disbelief.

"Hi, Sarah. Meet me, I'm Mariana." Mariana reached out, but Bima immediately brushed her down.

Mariana disagreed. "Why? Isn't modesty everything, Bima?" ask Mariana sarcas.

Bima shook her head quietly, her eyes still staring at Sarah coldly.

"Please reflect on your intentions and walk away from me right now, Sarah." Bima said sharp and cold.

Darling smiled obliquely, clearly underestimating. "I won't hide my intentions at all because I'm sure you'll still find out. But I will never back down even if you threaten me once."

"You'll be very sorry if you do. Mariana's been ignorant of our past, so step back regularly or I'll force you to step down."

"While I can read my killing aura, still you will never be able to read the plan I have compiled, Bima. So don't you ever threaten me."

Bima took one step forward, Her cold gaze piercing Sarah's eyes sharply. "He can't influence you because he's heard from my own mouth what our past lives were!" bima said gritting her teeth held back the anger.

Sarah looked up defiantly, her chin taper parallel to Bima's face.

"good. Let's prove who can play the role better. You or me," said the girl threateningly, then she just walked between Bima and Mariana.

"He's terrible, Bima." Mariana immediately hugged Bima's arm, as soon as Sarah disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

"As I said, right."

Mariana nodded, turning her head once again towards the entrance where Sarah had just disappeared.

"Will he bother us?"

Bima shook her head. "That's obvious. But don't be afraid he won't do anything reckless."

Bima pulled a chair right at the table that read the reservation, allowing her beloved wife to sit down before she followed sitting in front of him.

"What role are you guys playing? Why would he want to bet on who's better at playing his part?" mariana asked suspiciously.

waiters came, Bima held back Mariana's question to be answered later.

"Spaghetti carbonara lamb chops and soda." Bima ordered without looking at the menu. While Mariana received the menu book from the servant's hand.

"I want ravioli mushrooms, Pistachio Panna Cotta and...."

"Granita. That's the safest for you, honey."

Mariana glanced at Bima at a glance, then nodded. "Yes, I think he's right. I was pregnant. Zero soda and alcohol please."

"So how?" mariana asked, continuing their delayed conversation.

"Well, as you can see. In life there are always two roles. The bad and the good. The weak and the strong, the rich and the poor, and many more roles that seem to be as stupid as ever, as I meet but always opposite."

"So you're saying that if I'm rich you're poor. And if he's the bad guy, then you're the good guy?" Mariana.

Bima shrugged her shoulders slightly, her lips slashed indifferently.

"Yes, yes. Then I just have to wait when I fall poor, right?" ask Mariana cynically.

Bima looked at him in wonder, but did not ask.

The waiter arrived, bringing two drinks and a basket of bread and salt butter.

After the waitress died, Bima stared intently at Mariana.

"What do you mean by falling poor, Mariana?"

Now it was Mariana's turn to loosen her shoulders indifferently.

"You said you fell poor?"

Mariana nodded.

"What makes me think that?" ask Bima seriously.

"Isn't there always in life two opposites but inseparable, as you say?" Mariana asked in a calm voice.

"You mean?"

"Well, what I mean is the moment where you're going to show your true form as the Prince of the Ruler Kingdom, then that's where I fall poor, isn't it."

"You'll never fall poor!"

"But no longer earning is the same as falling poor. Well, even if I'm gonna stay rich 'cause my conglomerate husband is gonna give me money like a water tap."

Bima smiled wryly. "It's very much you, Mariana."

"of course. I've always believed in whatever I've thought, you're no exception."

Bima took a long breath. The food came, both of them ate the food quietly.