My husband is not the CEO

Fourteen

Jane: Have you taken the Pill yet?

Kayla: yes I forgot to ingetin semalem.

Jane: you know, you want to stretch like Kayla tuh.

Kayla: why bring me Bebi?

I read the commotion in a chat grub consisting of Jane, Kayla and I the girl–eh is no longer a girl now. I mean the beautiful woman with the legs up and the fair white skin like the sun in summer. Why am I being angry. I did not eat wrong this morning. The asem I made with great difficulty was finally spent by the robot. I'm so happy to see him eating voraciously after that incident of salah–pakai–sampo. I want to laugh while rolling when there is no Rafka here, maybe he was wrong to use soap. Rafka makes me so nervous!

About the Pill I will not take it, I am 28 years old while Rafka is 30 years old, we are very worthy of being parents. Even if my body will stretch like Kayla when pregnant with her second child now, it's a matter of hindsight, I can diet after childbirth. I will diet strictly if my body swells later.

Rafka also did not discuss this with me, maybe he also wanted to directly have children. Or at worst he did not think about this, which robot knows about this.

Caramel: I have made you nephew semalem, awaited yes.

"We're down yuk." I told Rafka, I put my phone on the table. The robot from earlier was serious about watching breaking news about the weather that was increasingly difficult to predict.

"Where are you going?" Rafka didn't see me, but I wasn't attractive to him.

"Yes where to go to the air of seger, here mulu I'm bored." I grunt. If Rafka hadn't been quiet like that before maybe I wouldn't have been this bored. I can at least be quiet, I have to chat like I am used to serving customers and answering their questions. As for now I should be quiet, watching him who was watching this flat screen in front of us. Ah, it's so boring!

"After this show." Said.

"Yes I've been down first, I've been waiting in the lobby, yeah, watch out for you a long time." I moved first.

"How!"

"Hm?" I looked around, saw Rafka.

"Wear the jacket."

I said, "make what?" I'm comfortable with a shirt material crop top with boyfriend jeans, why should I wear a jacket.

"Nggg ... cold outside."

I laughed at what he said, was he joking? but his face was flat like the floor of this apartment.

"This Jakarta is not a pine forest, or maybe your soul is still there."

"Try you like this." Rafka raised her hand up, I mimicked her movements despite not understanding what she meant to ask me to do this.

"What's wrong?" I saw my armpits, who knows wet, ah no I've been wearing deodorant.

"Wear this jacket." Rafka grabbed the jacket that she put on the back of the sofa, she moved and put the jacket on me. I'm dumbfounded, it's like a scene in the movies. I never imagined I would experience something like this. It's mainstream, but why should I hold my breath, am I nervous? no-no, I can't be nervous in front of Rafka.

"I don't want people to see something they shouldn't see." He said, so gently touching my eardrum. I gasped at her lips that could spit out such a sweet sentence, even sweeter than the Nutella I had eaten this morning. My robot can also be romantic, I want to jump into his arms but it's too prestige.

"I'm going first." Tukas me after Rafka finished putting on my jacket for me.

"Yes." Yeah." Rafka nodded.

I went out through the usual door without using a private elevator, I wanted to browse through this apartment. Who knows, I might have a new neighbor. Having a luxury apartment does cause but what does it mean if there are no neighbors who can be conversation partners.

I saw a little girl wearing a pink fur jacket running down the corridor. Anxious to see her little legs running like that, I wanted to hold her and kiss her many times.

"Ara wait for Mama!" I heard a woman screaming, she was running from behind. "Mother please my son dong." Said.

Spontaneous I ran and managed to catch him, ah heavy is also this puffer. He laughed and looked at me as he was carried, his eyes reminding me of someone.

"Thank you, Mother." The woman was bored to take over this 4-year-old boy from my hands.

"Ara, Mama has told you not to go out first wait for Mama with Papa, you are very naughty!" The mama nagged, "you're a big one can't be naughty!" He hit his son's arm hard enough that the little boy named Ara was crying out loud. I was surprised by the woman's attitude, why so rude to a little boy who didn't know anything.

The woman brought Ara back into one of the doors not far from my apartment unit, just a door away. My eyes are like being stabbed by dozens of needles, sick, wanting to reprimand Mama Ara but I have no rights whatsoever.

"I thought you were in the lobby." Rafka's voice made me blink and look up a little so that no tears escaped. Ever since I was a child raised by loving parents, my mom and dad rarely scolded me. Seeing the scene just made my chest ache.

"Why you?" Rafka frowned looking at me.

"Have you ever been spanked by your parents?"

"No."

I was bearded, we walked into the elevator to get to the lobby. I want to eat something very spicy to get rid of this melow atmosphere.

"Why did they get divorced?"

"Fuck you."

Why is Rafka's tone relaxed, is he not hit by the farewell incident.

"You don't cheat!" I pointed at Rafka's face so close while squinting at her.

"I'm not a stupid man." He returned my gaze. "Papa goes for a woman who's not even better than Mama."

"If there's a girl more beautiful and sexy how?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"I've never noticed another girl except you."

I laugh, where there are guys like that, I can't believe it.

We exited the apartment to the park near here, many other apartment dwellers were also hanging out in this place. There is a special children's playground and swimming pool. While the pool for adults is in another section, I'll try to swim there next time.

"So I saw a little boy beat his mama until he cried, you don't be a parent like that later." I said, we found a chair with a shady palm tree.

"Where?" Rafka looked at me seriously.

"When I was out, the boy ran in the hallway."

"What kind of child?"

"Children, she's about four years old, her hair is pigtied like this." I took a pinch of my hair mimicking the hairstyle of that little boy who was braided in two.

"Just her Mama?"

"Yes." Yeah." I'm nodding. I lowered my hand after slightly tidying up my broken hair. Why is Rafka's question so strange, does he know them?

"Did they live here too?"

I shrugged, "like so, I just saw them for the first time, you know?"

"No." Rafka shook his head faintly, he seemed to swallow his saliva.

"Why are you so surprised, or maybe she's your ex-boyfriend?" I looked at him full of sight.

"I never had a boyfriend."

I sneered, it doesn't make sense. I said I've never seen another woman now that I've never dated. Where there are men today who do not date, at least Rafka never had a boyfriend once. Unless he's been living in the woods and never met another woman before he was betrothed to me.