My husband is not the CEO

Four

It really rained this morning according to what Rafka said yesterday in the short message she sent to me. The guy in batik just sat in the steering wheel, he was installing a seat belt and starting the car engine.

The BMW series metallic white coupe I was riding drove at low speed out of my still-deserted housing complex, understandably Rafka came to the house too again when yesterday I had told her to come at seven. But Rafka arrived in front of the house at exactly 6 when I was still drying my hair. Be Rafka had to wait a long time until I finished getting ready. Even when we had breakfast together, Mama and Papa seemed to like Rafka like it was like those who would marry Rafka were not me.

At first I thought Rafka would come in a red-plate car but it turns out he drives a car as cool as a BMW series coupe, he has good taste. Whether the salary of BMKG as much as that or he had to spend up to 30 years to buy this car.

Rafka talked a lot with my parents but now he doesn't even say a word, just like yesterday. This time I will not start talking first even though my mouth is itching to babble a lot of things.

"How can I ask you?" Finally after 5 minutes, Rafka opened the sound.

"You want to use it." I folded my hands in front of my chest, why was he so formal with his own future wife.

"Is there a specific term for a future wife?"

"meaning?" I don't understand Rafka's question, right we were created to not understand each other, is this a changed soul mate? maybe there's one woman out there who can understand Rafka's words and can answer all her weird questions.

"Yesterday Danu called Caramel instant coconut milk, what is the new name for a future wife that I do not know yet?"

I said, is my future husband really 30 years old? why is it like an innocent Kindergarten child and has not committed any sins. Who's Danu? look out for you Danu if you meet me with my new high heels. Dare to call me by the brand of one of the instant coconut milk commonly used by mama to make vegetable lodeh, Kara. The pronunciation is the same but the writing is different, I am Caramel the sweet-hearted gentle.

"You really don't know?" I asked him to make sure he wasn't playing me.

Rafka. "If you know why I named Caramel."

"Many brands of instant coconut milk one of them is Kara." Answer me casually. While Rafka seemed surprised by my words, she was probably afraid I was angry.

"Will Caramel not stay in the official house?"

"Hm?" I was surprised, apparently he was thinking so much about the future that he asked me questions like this. "Do you have a house other than a house?"

"If Caramel doesn't want us to stay in the apartment, I'll take care of it."

"Where is your apartment?"

"Not far from here, we can see the roundabout view of HI from her window."

I turn my back, don't tell me we're going to live in the Kempinski Residence Apartment which is where rich people live with excess money. Who would have thought Rafka had a place to live there, ah it was my dream residence since adolescence but it is impossible to get it because the rental price is very expensive.

"Yes, we're in the apartment, the location is more strategic." I grinned, which girl refused to be invited to live in a luxury apartment.

Rafka's car pulled over as we almost got to the minimarket closest to my housing complex. Don't tell me that Rafka was looking for that instant relax to make sure, he's a super weird guy.

"Gapain stopped?" My toot.

My eyebrows raised, must be my mother told Rafka about my habit of drinking coffee in this minimarket when leaving for work. They talked for a long time before I joined.

"I'm the one who came down." Said Rafka stopping me from getting out of the car. "outside of the rain, Caramel better wait here." He hurriedly got out of the car through the drizzle towards the minimarket.

Why Rafka choose rain when in the back seat there is an umbrella. Should I be touched by her treatment? ah never mind, Rafka can never be guessed, surely he chose to go down because he wanted to ensure the instant coconut milk. Whether his life was spent forecasting the weather and analyzing the climate to the point of not knowing such trivia.

Rafka came 5 minutes later carrying a cup of milk coffee paper, he thrust it at me after entering the car in a fast motion but still the neat hair was wet by the rain.

"Cock just one?"

"It's Caramel who wants to drink." He said in a soft tone, why is the way he spoke so soft like the foam that used to accompany me when soaking in the bathtub.

"You?" I started sipping the milk coffee slowly, Rafka really knew my taste.

"I can't drink coffee." The answer while stepping on the gas leaves the minimarket parking area.

"But why did you order espresso yesterday?" Rafka did not touch his espresso yesterday.

"Because Caramel ordered espresso."

"Just because I order espresso then you also order the same menu when there are many other options, why can't you make your own choice and depend on others?" I'm emotional even though the warm milk coffee is starting to warm my body should be able to calm me down. "It's only right that you can only get married for an arranged marriage otherwise you may never get married for the rest of your life."

Rafka was silent not responding to my remarks. Let me just teach him to have a stand.

10 Long minutes from home to my workplace. I'm not used to silence like this even while driving alone, usually I will contact Jane or Kayla via video call to have them accompany me during the trip. Now I'm not alone, but this innocent, stiff man next to me doesn't talk like a robot running out of power. Or maybe he was angry for saying me.

"Will you pick it up?" Ask me before you get out of the car. He's not the kind of guy who opens a car for women, look at him just sitting in the steering wheel staring straight ahead.

Rafka nodded in response to my question. I was silent for a moment waiting for him to ask me what time it was but nothing. It looks like Rafka is really angry. Ahh better face hundreds of elderly customers than one guy named Rafka who unlucky I will live with, do everything with this robot, I can die young.

"Cie who wants to marry ushered in the future husband." Meli teased me who just came in.

Their mouths are unkemable, they think I like to be teased like that, not at all.

"The car is cool again, lest the CEO be handsome, rich and arrogant." Tymphal Sani's.

I just shake and not respond to the words of two of my fellow Teller friends. They wear blue dongker suits, black span skirts and hair rolled up just like me the difference is they are married and have children while I?

If Raffa was arrogant then I would feel challenged to marry him, but he was too quiet for a 30-year-old man to even be so innocent like a human who had just come out of the forest after being trapped for so many years. Rafka is too ordinary, my love story is not interesting enough to tell.