My husband is not the CEO

Satu

Why are people questioning my unmarried status at my 28th year. I don't care, I'm happy with my life now but that day suddenly my mom was talking about an arranged marriage, she was going to marry me to a guy I didn't know before.

"She wants to be with you, still fortunately someone wants to be than you are a spinster!"

I've followed the desire of mom and dad to get married, no matter if they are happy. I don't have anything special to make them happy, it seems that getting married is already the most special gift for them.

Sunday morning I planned my first meeting with a future husband that even I forgot his name, actually I am not forgetful just that my brain is reluctant to remember such an unimportant thing.

Two glasses of espresso presented in front of us, they had reflected the smoke along with the aroma of his delicious piercing nose. But now they were cold, lonely untouched. I glanced at the man wearing the dark blue batik and black material pants, his gaze lowered lamenting the cold espresso before us. Why didn't he start talking first? didn't he say he agreed to this match.

Anyway, Car, you should be grateful because he immediately wants to be betrothed to you. His son is handsome, well-established and polite, a very dreamy husband.

That's what Mama said a week ago when she talked about my matchmaking plan with the son of one of her friends. And now it's our first meeting, both I admit he's handsome but why he looks a little strange, not a little but a lot. Okay he loves Indonesia by wearing batik, but ....

We met abis CFD at Pigeonhole Coffee.

The message I sent an hour ago via the WhatsApp app. My question is why does he wear batik when CFD? While I was full of sweat due to cycling from Sudirman to MH. Thamrin, it's a good thing this parachute jacket can hide my sweat.

My face brightened with a smile blooming like a sunflower in my field 15 minutes ago when he first came. His body is tall athletic with a neat hairstyle is not strange. His eyebrows were thick almost in chains with each other, there was a mole on his chin that made the man look very sweet. His skin is brownish like Indonesian people in general, right Mama's speech, he is indeed a dream husband candidate. Mature type of guy ready to get married.

I let out a loud sigh, he should have known that I was getting tired of this silence. But he stays in position, is he a robot or a human? maybe Mama will marry me with a robot because the human stock on earth is thinning.

Now I strongly deny that he is the ideal husband candidate, not at all. Though if you look at a glance, people will think he is a friendly man but I am wrong. Until now there is not a single word spoken from his mouth, maybe he is suffering from strep throat to be reluctant to talk.

I relented and took a sip of my cold espresso slowly, then got ready to start the conversation.

"Umm .. Are you working?" The question that swirled in my head from earlier, seeing his appearance maybe he was working and took the time to go to this place to meet his future wife. Mama just said that she is well established and has a high salary compared to me who is a Teller at one of the private banks in Indonesia.

"Hm?" He looked up and slightly widened. "oh no, if the weekend off." his lips developed a thin smile.

Now it's my turn to turn around in surprise, if he's not at work why wear a batik like that? finally I just nodded a few times as if I understood the situation when it was not. If Mama hadn't told me to be nice and polite to this stiff guy, I might have made fun of him like I used to.

"You're like PNS if you're dressed like this."

"true."

"What?"

"I'm a PNS."

My mouth is gaping, ahh why Mama did not match me with a young CEO who has companies everywhere so that my life is prosperous like the girls in the novel that is currently in trend.

"I'm afraid you're going to accept our matchmaking plan?"

"Yes." Yeah." He nodded.

"Why do you accept when we have never met before." I propped my chin with my hands staring straight at him.

"Because Caramel is beautiful."

I glanced again, what answer was that? why is so innocent like the answer of a Junior High child who does not understand anything.

"Where do you know I'm beautiful, I mean–we've never met before." I clarify again that very easy question, even the Kindergarten child would immediately be able to understand.

"I have your picture."

"Oh yeah?" My eyebrows raised in disbelief, "oh you must be one of my Instagram followers yes, yes I have many followers." I improved my sitting position more firmly.

"This .... " He took out a KTP-sized photo from his wallet.

I don't know how many times I've been surprised, but this is the most surprising thing. It was a parting photo of me 10 years ago even I had forgotten where Caramel was among dozens of other students.

"You, what's your name?" I pointed at her with my chin, did she call me beautiful just now? from a photo 10 years ago that is only the size of a KTP. Does he have super eyes that can see my beauty from such a small photo?

"Rafka Kalandra Pradipta."

"Rafka, are you playing me?" I throw a sharp look at him.

"Not at all," Rafka shook her head strongly, her mouth opened and closed again as if she wanted to explain something but did not. "Look, here you are beautiful." Her index finger touched one of the female figures wearing a tosca green kebaya standing at the left end on the surface of the photo paper. Oh it turns out that he does know the figure of a teenage Caramel.

"No."

The look on my face instantly changed hearing the word no from his mouth, this fucking stiff guy. Had my anti-aging serum not worked all this time, it was in vain that I bought it at the price of two months of salary.

"You're beautiful from before until now it makes no difference." The tone was soft like an oasis in the middle of the desert, the fire within my body extinguished instantly. Once again I take a sip of cold espresso that even now feels good, it looks like I will like a warm espresso that has become cold after meeting this stiff guy named Rafka.

"So you work on what part?"

"I'm on climate change information."

I gawked and blinked twice hearing his answer, what is it? I do not understand what he said, whether we were created to not understand each other.

"I didn't know there was such a job."

Rafka smiled again this time wider than before, I thought he would explain his work in more detail but I was wrong. Rafka was busy putting my high school photos in her wallet again. Why didn't he ask anything about me, the effect was like I was crazy about him. I can't imagine getting married to the most boring guy in the entire Milky Way galaxy.

"I can't believe you used batik to CFD."

"Hm?" He raised both his eyebrows.

"Look .. "I showed my phone screen that was displaying my message earlier to her, a message marked cheque in blue without reply.

"I'm not coming."

"Oh." A feeling of relief immediately enveloped me when I found out he did not run or bike earlier, I think my future husband is not normal even a little crazy for wearing a batik shirt on CFD activities. I smiled and then went back to drinking the espresso that was left half until it ran out, I was bored to be near him. We are completely different in terms of appearance, personality, to the principle of life. But how else, I just don't want Mama and Papa babbling every day asking about a mate who never came. If I could choose, I wouldn't want to marry this guy. However, this 28-year-old girl is not allowed to choose her future husband.

"We're going to have the wedding next month."

The heavy sound made me choke and cough a few times to steal the attention of the people around us. Rafka's outstretched hand was about to pat me on the nape of my neck but soon I pat, I'm embarrassed.

My eyes were watery and reddened with a cough just now, I stared intently at him. I thought we would approach 6 months to 1 year but she–with her innocent face said to be married next month, wtf!

"I'll arrange all our wedding preparations, I'll call you on the phone." He said with a innocent face without sin.

"I want to go home." I turned my face away from her hoping she would ask me what I thought of this wedding plan.

"Good."

I turn my head, what do you say? okey? my hands clenched tightly trying to resist the emotions that erupted into the crown. I wiped away the tears mixed with sweat that flooded my face, he could have said that.

"I'll go first." He went first, I looked down unwilling to see his departure. Why did he leave first when I said I wanted to go home.

"Here, drink it."

I looked up at the sound, he put a bottle of mineral water and a handkerchief on the table right next to my empty espresso glass.

"I leave the umbrella next to the entrance, take it home, after this it will rain."

So know very well! if he's a BMKG who can predict the weather, it feels like I want to claw the sweet ass's face until it turns ugly.

"Use that handkerchief to clean your lips."

I looked up to see him coming out of the glass door, I grinned towards his already invisible figure. Ahh even he wears shiny black pantofel shoes like he just washed and rubbed for a long time.

"Awas aja Mama, surely he had never met the same prospective daughter-in-law this strange." My hand grabbed the phone to reflect, What! why did he just say that there was espresso foam on my lips. "ugly handkerchief!" My omel while cleaning my lips with a heart-red handkerchief given by ugly Rafka. Never mind since I first drank earlier, my lips are full of foam. Why doesn't Rafka help me clean it up like a movie scene or a soap opera. "Basic snot camels!"

I gulped down the mineral water and left from there. I want to immediately flush my body with cold water so that my head that feels hot can come back cold. Just the first meeting is already draining emotions especially later after marriage surely the wrinkles on my face will be clearly visible.

I ignored the strange views of other visitors, surely they thought that I had just been dumped by men, yes indeed I felt that Rafka dumped me by letting me go home alone. Why he is not like a romantic guy in a Korean drama, should at least he offer me a ride. I will refuse, but what is the harm in asking.

"Oh there's a real umbrella," I was surprised to see a clear umbrella leaning against the front wall of Pigeonhole Coffee. "It looks like the weather's too sunny to rain." I looked up, even the sun was shining brightly blinding eyes. My hands looked up into the air, making sure no point of water descended from the sky.

"uh? what's this?" I was surprised to see my palms wet, then the next points of water following me more and more gave me a retrograde reflex. The rain was really pouring down making me gawk at the door, not finished I sneered Rafka who said it was going to rain and now?

Ah never mind, ignoring my sense of prestige as big as the mountain of Semeru, I grabbed the umbrella and opened it wide. Though usually my prestige is very high but I prefer to throw away the taste of it rather than rain.