My husband is not the CEO

The Nineteen

Rafka cleaned his hands from the bloodstains from hitting Rama earlier. Rafka's face was still cold, even he hadn't said a word with me. My body was still trembling due to an unexpected event about 15 minutes ago, I thought Rama had vanished from the face of the earth but he was living very close to me.

The way she hugged me was still the same as before, but it felt different. There is no vibration anymore, maybe because we have not met each other for too long or in fact the love has worn off so long we had a relationship before marriage.

We were entangled in a toxic relationship for 8 years, I loved Rama so much that I could not leave him even though he often lied to me. How stupid I was in the past. He also often said he loved me very much, but I don't think that love made a Rama stop playing with women. Maybe he had cheated so many times that I just didn't realize it.

"We'll just move out of here." Rafka's heavy voice made me look up, I saw her in disbelief. Moving out? whither? I like this place. He walked into the room and returned with a comb.

Rafka combed my hair that was still a little wet because I had not finished drying it with a hair dryer so as not to be late to pick her up in the lobby.

"I don't want you to be bullied by that guy anymore, I'm sure once he finds out you're staying here he'll keep coming for you."

My tears are back, I don't want that to happen but I'm also reluctant to leave this apartment. Kempinski was my dream home from a long time ago, why now I have to leave it.

Rama is really insolent, his departure traumatized me to various things when it turns out he has married another woman. My trauma made Rafka have to be willing no celebration whatsoever at our wedding, he also according to when I do not want fittings bridal clothes. With great heart Rafka looking for a wedding dress, she had to calculate my own size. But fortunately Rafka was able to find the right clothes on my body, I can't wait to see our wedding photos. They are not finished printing, I will display them in the living room and room.

I hugged Rafka and cried there. I don't want him to sacrifice more let alone give up the apartment he bought with great difficulty just because of the savage man.

"I love this place." I muttered in tears.

"But what if he comes to disturb you?"

"There you are." I took off my hug and looked at him fixedly making sure he wasn't hurt. My husband's handsome face should not be scratched one bit.

"I won't let him near you one bit." Rafka is back to hold me. Now I realize that even though Rafka only once said love but he loved me very much, I know from the way he treated Rama earlier. I still remember exactly how Rafka's facial expression was when she saw Rama hugging me forcibly.

I am grateful to be kept away from men like Rama, although until now it still feels like he is cheating on me. We were like a real couple who never betrayed each other, but it turned out to be just a cover.

I'm also grateful for–even though people call me late to get married but I finally met with Rafka–'s dream. I am grateful that my husband is not a rich and arrogant CEO who owns a large company everywhere. But Rafka can predict the weather, I'm proud of him.

"I took a shower first." Rafka took off her embrace, no! I don't want to be left knowing Ka!

"Yes." Yeah." I nodded with all compulsion. I bent my lips to see him enter the room, why take a shower so fast, I still want to be in his warm embrace.

The rain was still pouring down from the glass window that bordered between the television room and the balcony. I stepped towards the balcony, the cold and humid air so felt as soon as I touched the iron fence of the balcony.

We live in my parents' house first yes, later after my savings are enough, we can move to your dream kempinski apartment.

There is a wound that slices my heart remembering what Rama said. Means his savings are now enough to live in this apartment with his wife. I can't believe he impregnated another woman. If I had known that, I would have killed him with my own hands. It's okay if I'm gonna rot in jail. Ah no-no! what I was thinking.

"Bas a coward!" Banging on the balcony fence in front of me.

The air was getting colder, I went in and closed the curtains. I'd better heat up the soup so Rafka can eat right after the shower. I can't believe I fell in love with that robot so quickly, since I failed to get married I forgot it felt like falling in love. But the flowers in my heart that had withered are now back in bloom.

Rafka really likes vegetables, so I make broccoli soup, carrots, potatoes and beef. It doesn't feel too bad, hopefully Rafka likes it.

"Why did the old robot take a shower?" I turned off the stove, following Rafka to the room.

"Yeah!" Rafka screeched as she saw me enter the room, she was wearing only her underwear and was about to wear a T-shirt.

"What's wrong?" I see it plain.

He did not answer just immediately wearing a shirt and shorts above the knee. I looked back, who knew there was someone else here to my husband's surprise. There aren't. It meant that he was embarrassed because I had suddenly entered. Ah sure enough, we're married why is he still shy.

"You surprised me." Rafka.

I held back a smile and approached her who was still putting on a stiff face. He seemed to have forgotten his anger earlier, you robot.

"You're ashamed of your own wife?" I smiled and hugged her from behind. This is my newest hobby, which is teasing Rafka. Look, his face is starting to turn red. "A really good looking after a shower?" I rubbed his cheek from behind, but he was always handsome even though he had not yet taken a shower.

Rafka cleared her throat, she turned away reluctant to return my gaze. "Don't tease me when you're on the moon." He said in a stifled voice.

I held back a laugh, not having the heart to tease her for too long. "Let's eat, I've hot the soup." I pulled Rafka's hand towards the dining room.

"You cook a lot?"

He took rice with soup, fried shrimp flour, chicken satay I roasted on teflon and soy sauce sambal. He didn't miss a single meal, I was happy to see it.

"Let's open your mouth." Rafka fed me a spoonful of rice and meat. I was about to protest but my mouth was already full of food. "Don't just cook, but also eat so you can appreciate yourself."

"No boy?" I was curious about the taste of my cooking according to Rafka.

"Nob." Rafka nodded a few times. "Tomorrow I'll take you to your house."

"Why?"

"You'd better be there while I'm working."

"Yes, I happen to want to bring my car here again."

"For what reason, I'll take you every time I go to work."

"I miss the car." I grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down. Though it was just an excuse that I could hang out with Jane and Kayla while Rafka was in the office. Once it's okay, my leave will be over soon.

"Take care of yourself when I'm not around you." Rafka tucked my hair behind my ear.

I nodded, my robot has turned so sweet, I have added a lot of sugar in his heart to become like this.

"When did you fall in love with me?" I looked into Rafka's eyes, trying to dive into her heart that I never thought I could. If understanding someone's feelings was as easy as counting the hundreds of millions of customers, I would have done it since I first met Rafka. I wonder when he fell in love with me, a month ago or just yesterday.

"First I met you." Rafka looked back at me.

I blinked, the shadow of our first meeting suddenly greeting my brain. But he showed no love at all. It was precisely Rafka with her strength that left me alone, like a woman who was cast away.

"I won't let Rama do anything like that anymore." I clasped Rafka's warm hand, unlike mine. It is the job of the husband to warm the wife.

"When you want to move, I'm ready to do it." Rafka said in a soft voice.

"Thank you." The corner of my lips lifted into a sweet smile. I don't know what else to say but thank you to Rafka, he's been so kind to accept me with all my shortcomings.

Rafka washes his own dish, he is an independent husband who does not bother his wife. I waited for him in the room while changing clothes that had been delayed.

"Rafka," I turned around as Rafka entered the room.

"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow and remained standing in front of the door.

"Let's go on a vacation to a faraway place." I approached him.

"Where?"

"Warm place."

"Near here too." Rafka pulled my hand up to the bed, pulled the blanket and covered my body to the neck.

I saw him not believing, "I mean .... "

I haven't finished my sentence but he got out of bed to turn on the television. Look, his face is so innocent, does he really not understand what I mean. Warm places like the Mediterranean sea coast in France or Los Angeles that have so bright sunlight. Not like a bed and a blanket, Rafka! fortunately my husband if not. I kick up the north pole to gather the same bear.

"The beginning of the year will rain." Rafka said without seeing me, like his habit that is always serious when watching television, can not be disturbed.

"Know where?" I opened the blanket and crawled to sit next to Rafka. Let me be an aggressive wife, it's okay.

"I've analyzed it deeply."

I gawked, ah right I forgot that he's a member of BMKG. I think they can only predict the weather in the near future apparently not.

"Let's go where it doesn't rain." I put my head on his shoulder, his body stiffened and then a few moments back relaxed, he was surprised every time I made a sudden move. "You've got eight months from now to get to that place."

Rafka let out a long sigh not to return my words, either because she thought about my request or was busy watching.