
"Well, is this good?" Caramel shows her phone screen to Rafka who is displaying a bee-shaped baby jumper.
"Good." Rafka again focused on shaving fine hair on her jaw and chin.
"I bought this."
"For what?"
"For our son." Caramel was excited, but a week ago he just finished coming month. But Caramel was too ready to welcome her pregnancy later.
"You're not pregnant yet." Reply Rafka without seeing Caramel who still holds the hair dryer in the left hand while the phone in the other hand.
Caramel put her phone hard on the dresser and revived the hair dryer to continue her delayed activity of drying her hair. Caramel is upset that Rafka is still flat, it's been almost a month since they got married but the husband has stayed that way. Caramel is confused in what other ways to make Rafka turn into a sweet man like in films and novels of the romantic genre.
Rafka went into the bathroom and closed the door. Caramel pursed her mouth at Rafka's departure, not caring that even though she was not yet pregnant she would buy all the baby clothes she had just seen. Caramel will spend her salary last month to buy the outfit.
"Basic robot." Caramel groused while applying sunscreen all over his face before wearing his makeup series. Although not including a wife who is good at cooking, Caramel is very good at applying makeup. Caramel always defends herself by saying, the husband not only needs to eat but also needs inner pleasure by seeing the wife look beautiful.
"Well, what the hell!" Caramel was surprised to see her reflection in front of the mirror, a red mark on her neck. "Foruun!" Caramel's hands rubbed the scar but it was free.
"Since when was there such a thing." He can't remember when Rafka kissed him until he left a mark.
Caramel was confused how to remove the marks of the kiss while she had to roll her hair up, it was already the rule of the office. There was no way he would let it, Meli and Sani would definitely mock him all out.
Caramel's gaze was fixed on a row of concealers with various brands of his, "Urban Decay my love, help the sweet Caramel to cover the former kiss of this robot." He bit his lower lip while opening the lid of the concealer and applying it to the red marks on his neck.
The kiss marks on Caramel's neck were covered by the concealer he used. At the same time Rafka came out of the bathroom which was immediately greeted by the cynical view of the wife.
Rafka passed Caramel just like that, he did not realize he had received a sharp view by his wife.
"Rafka!" Call Caramel while turning the chair to see Rafka changing clothes.
"Hm?" Rafka.
"Why did you leave a kiss here?" Caramel moved from her seat to Rafka, pointing at her neck.
"Where?" Rafka frowned, he could not see any marks there.
"Well, I'm covering you with concealer, I don't want you to leave a second hand again, I'm ashamed to know Ka!" Omel Caramel's.
"But you can cover it with concealer again if I repeat." Reply Rafka with a flat face, only a faint slight smile.
Caramel belied hearing Rafka's answer like an innocent holy man, he held his breath trying to ease the almost peaking emotions.
"I didn't know that a kiss could leave a mark."
"Because now you know, do not do it again."
Rafka's eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly pursed as he turned to button the long-sleeved batik shirt he was wearing. Rafka is confused, Caramel says something he cannot possibly do.
"That's impossible." Tukas Rafka after finishing buttoning his shirt, he also put a nametag on his right chest and walked past Caramel towards the dressing table. He combed his hair to make it neater, not forgetting to spray perfume in some parts.
Caramel stomped his feet, pushing Rafka away from the mirror. He sat in front of the dressing table to continue his makeup activities. Rafka hid her smile seeing Caramel's annoyance, it was so adorable for her.
"That's human instinct, I can't do it." Lirih Rafka, he lowered his body to the equivalent of Caramel's position. "It's like forcing someone not to close their eyes when sneezing."
"Game!" Spray Caramel.
"I'm serious." Rafka straightened her body and came out of the room leaving Caramel who was dumbstruck in front of the mirror. Caramel swallowed her saliva with great difficulty considering Rafka's serious face had just.
"Yes of course you are serious, where ever joking, so never coffee, eat instant noodles so that your life is not straight." Caramel grumbled in a soft voice afraid that Rafka would hear him.
Since seeing Rafka beat Rama at that time, Caramel became afraid to make the man angry. It's so angry that quiet people do feel more scary, Caramel does not want to make Rafka angry again.
"Can you teach me how to use this machine?" Rafka saw Caramel who had just come out of the room and was about to sit on the dining table chair.
"You want to have a coffee?" Caramel stopped sitting, he approached Rafka who was holding a coffee capsule.
"No, I want to make it for you."
Caramel nodded in understanding, he thought his scolding had just been heard by God and immediately granted it. Caramel also thought that Rafka could use the coffee maker because it was the husband who bought it but it did not mean to know how it works.
"You just put this here." Caramel inserts the coffee capsules in the coffee maker and puts the cups down. "Keep the pitcher." Said.
A few moments later, the concentrated coffee slowly filled the glass that Caramel had prepared.
"That's easy." Rafka said, he will practice it tomorrow morning.
"Want to?" Caramel brandishes a glass of warm coffee to Rafka.
"No." Rafka shook her head a few times and immediately sat down to prepare for breakfast.
"A little bit, it wouldn't be okay if it was just a little."
"I really can't drink coffee."
"Let's not sleep in the office." Caramel surrounded the table and sat right in front of Rafka, she still put on a big smile to seduce her husband into drinking coffee.
"I never sleep in the office." Rafka Assertive.
"Please, just a little." Caramel brought the glass closer to Rafka's lips.
Finally Rafka gave up and took a slow sip of the black liquid. His whole body feels warm when the coffee goes into his stomach so quickly, it is delicious according to Rafka.
"Enak right?" Caramel pulled her hand to sip the coffee.
"Yes." Yeah." Rafka began to enjoy his breakfast, this time Caramel did not cook anything, the wife only heated the rest of the fried chicken KFC overnight. Rafka could not deny that coffee was delicious when it touched the surface of his tongue but he was not sure if his body would feel the same.
"Take mine too." Rafka moved his chicken to Caramel's plate, he just ate it a little. Caramel happily accepted it, now Rafka only eat rice with squid chili made in-laws, it was quite delicious for him.
******
"See you later." Rafka said as Caramel was about to get out of the car.
Caramel turned around, he approached Rafka and kissed the man's lips for a moment. "Why is your face?" He touched Rafka's red cheek.
"It's okay, maybe a mosquito bite marks." It was impossible for her face to be flushed just because she was kissed by Caramel.
"Where are the mosquitoes in our apartment." Caramel backed off and attached the bag to her shoulder. "I'm leaving ya." He got out of the car and waved at Rafka.
Rafka's car leaves the bank yard after Caramel is no longer visible. Normally Rafka would stand long enough to see Caramel walk into his workplace. But this time he did not do it because it was uncomfortable when seen by two friends Caramel who also worked there.
"Car, how's semalem?" Sani nudged Caramel's newly arrived stomach.
"What's the matter?" Caramel frowned, why were Sani and Meli always pampered with her affairs.
"Couldn't make her child?"
"Successfully, I use the best flour." Caramel snorted, as a result of Sani's words he remembered the mark of the kiss on his neck.
"Sa ae you." Meli squinted at Caramel.
They occupy their respective positions, widening the smile on every customer who comes. Banks are always crowded in the morning until noon, as tellers they have to be extra patient to serve customers who are often difficult to manage, want to be served first when there is a queue number.
"Number eleven." Caramel said the next number.
"You're transferring mbak." A teenager handed Caramel an ATM card.
"Stek can transfer via the nearest ATM machine without having to go to the bank."
"Yes I can't be afraid of the kettle of his cards."
Caramel smiled, plain as this boy in high school uniform, like he used to be when he was a teenager.
"Such events are very rare, mention the number of the briva." Pinta Caramel, the beautiful girl in high school uniform, complied with Caramel's request.
"On behalf of PT Airpay Internasional Indonesia, please pin it." Caramel glanced at the nametag on the girl's right chest, saying Masha without and the bear. Masha hit her 6-digit ATM pin number. "What's your hand?" Caramel asked when she saw the reddish rash on Masha's arm.
"Yes, caffeine allergy." Answer Masha.
"Are people allergic to caffeine?"
"There, semalem finished drinking coffee like this, but that's okay it's normal." Masha.
Caramel re-offered Masha's ATM card after the transaction.
"Thank you brother." Tukas Masha put the ATM card in his pocket and out of the bank with cheerful steps like teenagers in general.
"Hp you sound tuh, ampe my head pierced, lift up gih." Meli told Caramel.
"Udah was the first one." Caramel is about to call the next number.
"Who knows it's important, your husband misses the time, just an hour has already missed Rafka." Meli pulled Caramel's hand to answer the phone immediately.
Caramel, according to him, he reached into his bag to pick up a thin object there. He frowned when he saw there were 8 missed calls from Rafka. Ah, Caramel can't believe that Rafka called because she misses him, but Rafka isn't that kind of guy.
Caramel decides to call Rafka back, it takes a few seconds until someone finally answers across there. But it was not Rafka's voice that was heard but someone else.
"Car, Rafka's in the hospital right now, she's short of breath, you're on the hunt here."
Caramel was stunned, it was Danu's voice he could recognize her.
"Citra Medika Hospital."
******
Caramel's heart was pounding uncontrollably, it felt like the organ was about to jump off its face. The beautiful woman of slim body with a height so high that she ran fast along the hospital corridor. High heels as high as 7 centimeters and a knee-length sponge skirt that Caramel wore did not limit his movement space at all, he still ran as fast as possible to see the state of the husband.
Caramel's breath was panting, and an hour ago Rafka was fine, she couldn't believe she was in the hospital. As Caramel knew, Rafka had no previous history of asthma.
"Andu, where's Rafka?" Caramel came to Danu in front of one of the nurseries.
"Inside, he was suddenly short of breath so we called for an ambulance."
Caramel looks into the room where there are several nurses and doctors there, she cannot see Rafka clearly because it is blocked by curtains that cover the window. Caramel's breath was restrained, he was too shocked by all this.
"He why Doc?" Danu immediately asked as the doctor came out of the ward, the other two friends of Rafka were also curious about what had happened to the man.
"Patients experience anaphylactic shock due to allergies."
Like being electrocuted, Caramel was surprised to hear the doctor's explanation, and he forced Rafka to drink coffee. Caramel thinks Rafka's gonna be okay, it's just coffee. But it turns out the effect can be this severe. The clear liquid flowed by itself forming a tributary on Caramel's smooth cheeks, he regretted having done this to Rafka.
"He's spewing all the food, that's better."
"I didn't know he was allergic to coffee." Caramel Sesal.
"Just thankfully the patient was brought here and treated quickly, next time remind him not to consume something that contains caffeine, especially coffee, it could threaten his life."
Caramel was sitting on a chair, her legs limp unable to support her body. He is very sorry to have forced Rafka to drink coffee but Rafka is fine when drinking tea or chocolate, not both contain caffeine.
"Let's go in." Danu pulls Caramel's hand and takes him into Rafka's room.