My husband is not the CEO

Twelve

Hotel Indonesia roundabout will be a beautiful sight every time I wake up. I can't believe it's real, lest it's a dream. Look at that car looking like an ant from up here. A rafka! I love your apartment. Whahuh? you guys gonna call me a matre chick? I'm just a materialist. I really didn't know I'd be betrothed to a man who owned the Kempinski Residence!

Flickering the colorful lights fascinated me, I was like being in the sky amid the sparkle of night stars. I love the stars, because they adorn the pitch-black sky at night. The lights are like stars.

My eyes still feel heavy from crying especially when my mom took off I moved here. Not only is my mommy wailing, papa is too. He said he had not been willing to take off his unyu little daughter.

We never separated before, I always lived with them. Understand that papa who always looks tough is also upset when I leave.

"You have to come here every day."

"Geez Pa, Caramel is still working and now there's a husband to be served, we can't ask him to come every day."

I smiled amusedly considering the debate papa and mama had earlier. After being so far away like this, being together with family means so much.

"How to eat what?"

I turned around hearing Rafka's voice instantly disperse my daydream.

"Look here." I jumped onto the front sofa of the television, opened one of my suitcases.

"What's wrong?" Rafka sat beside me.

My eyes sparkled at the instant noodles of various flavors one suitcase full, ah I was like being in heaven. "Pick one, we'll have instant noodles this afternoon."

"Can."

"Samyang mala huh?" I took two packs of my favorite mala samyang because it has an addictive spicy taste.

"Whatever, I've never eaten this." Rafka left after taking the samyang in my hand.

The robot is still formal just like his wife, must be reset to make it more santuy.

I chased Rafka into the kitchen, who knows she'd never lit the stove either.

"So you've eaten which variant of samyang?" I filled the pot with water and put it on the stove.

"I've never heard of that brand before."

I glared, where the hell was he living all this time? middle forest? I can't believe a Rafka who owns a BMW has never heard of the famous instant noodle brand called Samyang.

"Why does it smell so spicy?" Rafka took a step back as she poured the seasoning onto the plate, her forehead wrinkled.

"Why indeed?"

He did not answer preferring to continue his activity pouring seasoning into our plates.

10 Minutes later the noodles are ready to be served with additional sausage toppings and beautiful cow's eye eggs by the robot optimus. The edge of the cow's eye egg was so smooth without the slightest scorch. It makes me feel inferior about fried eggs.

I poured milk into 2 cups to reduce the spicy taste, without which I would not be able to spend a serving of the spicy samyang.

"Good meal." I rolled up the noodles with chopsticks and ate them. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of samyang mala when I first touched my tongue. Just yesterday I ate this, but I always miss eating again and again. If asked what instant noodles I like, then the answer is all. I've never turned down any kind of instant noodles.

Rafka also eats quietly without a sound, oh it turns out she is more resistant to spicy than me.

"No boy?" I was curious, I sipped cold milk until half was left. He did not answer, instead went to drink milk.

Rafka wiped his runny nose several times and ate more noodles and drank milk. Rafka ate very fast even if I noticed he wasn't chewing on the noodles.

"Slowly we are no longer a race." I've been stirred by the spiciness, my eyes are red and watery with the sweat that soaks my body. Although I have eaten this samyang many times, my tongue is always burning.

"It's for you," Rafka moved her fried egg to my plate after finishing the noodles. "it'll ease the spicy."

Rafka headed for the kitchen, the plate was empty in 5 minutes. I gawked at him, he really didn't know how to enjoy food.

Without any more ba-bi-bu I directly eat the cow's eye eggs with one mouthful.

I peeked at the phone that from earlier there was no stopping clinking, understandably there are about 20 grub chat on WhatsApp which are all active. I saw a message from the mamer, the mother-in-law.

Cara, what are you eating tonight? Mama Saranin you cook simple things like asem vegetables or fried eggs with rice. Actually he never fuss about eating, the important thing is not instant noodles and spicy food.

I read the message, why now? it's also true that we never talked about it before. Why is it too late to tell me mamer!

How is Rafka now?

I followed Rafka into the kitchen carrying a glass of one cup of ice cream in the refrigerator, for people who are anti-spicy must be very painful if they have to eat the most spicy variant of samyang.

"It." I gave the ice cream to Rafka.

Why my chest hurts seeing Rafka's face flushed red, her lips and eyes too. Why am I torturing him like this.

"I hugged you for a second." I took a step forward and hugged Rafka, leaning my head against her field chest. For a moment Rafka's body stiffened because of my sudden movements, but slowly her burly hands returned my embrace.

Rafka is like a robot that is set to always do good. How dare Rafka gave me his fried egg, even though he himself was spiciness.

"Did you like to eat spit, right?" My toot.

"No."

I should have asked him before I ate, "why is the noodle eaten?"

"Because it's food."

Alright from now on I'll understand her better, Rafka just answers the question and is reluctant to express her feelings.

"Eat this, I don't care if you want to or don't." I took off my arms, pulled Rafka's hand to get the ice cream I had brought her. Ice cream will relieve the spicy just like milk.

I left it in the kitchen to finish off the remaining noodles.

******

Finally I can lie on this king size mattress, ah I am relieved after a long day tired of taking care of my move here. Rafka's voice when saying the marriage contract was still ringing in my ear. His voice was so firm and loud, it instantly succeeded in one breath, I was amazed at him.

I've done all Jane and Kayla's advice for something called the first night. Starting from wearing a special soap, combing hair to neat and wear my most expensive perfume. All I do except red lingerie, I hate it.

He's comin!

Rafka just came out of the bathroom, she was wearing the same pajamas as me, of course that was my idea. I will educate him to be a pajama lover as well as me, he is so charming to wear it.

"Your stomach doesn't hurt, does it?" I asked Rafka, she was lying next to me. His gaze was straight at the ceiling of the room, hey there I am here which is much more charming than just the roof.

"No, thanks to your ice cream."

"Next time I won't cook anymore." I said as I spread a smile at the robot who still refused to see me.

"Yes." Yeah."

It was so short that love clapped one hand.

"What are we doing tonight?" I moved my body closer to him.

"Why what?"

Finally he turned his head, I smiled, which was true I had to tease him first.

"Are we not going to do something like a newly married person?" I raised both eyebrows, looking at him innocently but he was no less innocent looking at me.

"What's that like?"

Should I explain it in more detail? hello he has 30 years of kayak gini time should be explained again.

"Like preserving offspring." I smiled widely made up, flickering like a Barbie doll towards him.

"But I've never done it."

I snorted, "you think I've been?"

I turned my back, it seems like tonight I have to give up on sleep until tomorrow morning. There are no adult scenes like Jane and Kayla said, ah what kind of first night this is.

"Please don't be angry." Slowly Rafka's hand slipped on the blanket, she hugged me.

Now it's my turn to be tense because Rafka is so close, that I can even feel her breath hitting my neck. I hope Rafka doesn't hear my heart beating so fast, what is this feeling.

"I'm sultry." I muttered while trying to release his hand on my body but he was consistent with his current position. I can't squint because of his burly hands.

"I've set the AC."

It looks like I won't be able to escape this robot. Rafka's been fascinated that I don't even have to wear flaming red lingerie to tease her.

"Let's preserve the offspring." Said.

It felt like there was something in my stomach that pressed up to my chest and made me hot. What kind of sentence is that? where did he learn? ah of course from me. A few minutes ago I said the right and now Rafka is emulating it, plagiarism.