My husband is not the CEO

The Forty Four

"Rafka, look at me!"

Caramel's voice distracts Rafka from her laptop screen. Rafka looked up— found the wife who somehow stayed in front of the mirror after pacing from the walk in closet to the dresser. The scenery that Rafka almost every day witnessed when Caramel chose the right clothes for him.

Every morning when about to go to work Rafka got the last bath but he always finished getting ready first. Rafka understood that women took a long time because they had to do makeup, especially the Caramel profession requires it to look attractive. Rafka is never upset let alone angry, even though Caramel has tried to be a good wife by preparing clothes for her.

"Why?" Rafka watched Caramel from head to toe.

Caramel ruffled her hair in frustration, she showed a zipper of her skirt that could not be pulled up because it blocked her increasingly bulging stomach.

"We have to make the skirt size bigger, definitely not as comfortable as this." Rafka stepped over to Caramel, just seeing it made it stuffy let alone Caramel who lived it.

"It's okay today to be forced first, let's help." Caramel will buy a span skirt that has a larger abdominal circumference later after returning home from work. It is impossible to buy it now even though Grand Indonesia is very close to the apartment but there is no store open this jam.

"Hm, sure?" Rafka asked in surprise, not wanting the narrow skirt to hurt Caramel or their baby in there. "How about—"

"His baby won't be fussy, she's protected by a membrane in my womb." Caramel patted Rafka's shoulder reassuring her husband that it was fine to forcefully pull the zipper.

"You will be tormented if you dress like this until later in the afternoon." Rafka can imagine how uncomfortable clothes are small and must be worn all day.

"Let's try it first." Caramel remained in his position to wear the skirt, after all he was used to wearing tight clothes that formed the body.

Rafka relented, holding the zipper of Caramel's skirt and preparing to pull it up.

"I hold my breath yes, I count to three and you pull it up."

"Ms." Rafka nodded.

"One ... two ... three yok!" Caramel held her breath so that her stomach slightly deflated along with it Rafka pulled the zipper up.

The kreeek!

Rafka and Caramel glanced at the sound of torn cloths and looked at each other. Especially if it wasn't Caramel's ripped skirt, they looked down. Tight knee-length skirt was torn along 10 centimeters to make Caramel's thigh visible.

Oh my goodness, so ashamed! same husband himself, but still not kelulungan.

"I'm not working today!" Caramel immediately frowned from Rafka's presence because of embarrassment, he entered the walk in closet and closed the door.

Rafka gawking Caramel disappeared so quickly, he had wanted to say that the skirt could not be enough even if forced. But Rafka did not want to make Caramel offended so he did not say it. Aren't women the most sensitive about body shape and such.

"Rare you sure you don't work?" Rafka pressed her head against the door that connected the walk in closet with the room so that Caramel could hear her voice.

"I can't work in my pajamas, right?" Caramel opened the door, she had already changed her work clothes with a pink satin kimono.

Rafka nodded, "we'll find some clothes that fit you." He rubbed the top of Caramel's head gently, "you're careful at home." Said again.

"Let's get ahead." Caramel took Rafka's hand, carrying a paper bag containing her homemade food. Caramel wakes up early to cook Rafka, trying to do her best for her husband. Although Caramel did not know if it would taste good on Rafka's tongue, it was important that she tried.

When Caramel and Rafka open the door along with Rama out of his apartment followed by Adena, they are transporting goods to a new residence. They looked at each other with an awkward atmosphere reluctant to say hello first.

"Where to enter." Rafka took over the paper bag in Caramel's hands.

"Yes, be careful on the road." Caramel developed her sweet smile.

"Yes." Yeah." Rafka stepped past Rama and Adena just like that and their business was done. Rafka has no reason to talk to them let alone just say hello, he is not a person who is good at small talk.

"How!"

Caramel stopped his steps, turning stiffly to Adena who called out to him. Caramel stiffened as Adena approached him, clutching his pajamas in his pocket glancing right and left getting ready if Adena attacked him again then he would fight him with whatever was around him. Caramel is still traumatized by the incident one month ago, especially Rafka is not here. Actually Caramel could have fought Adena did not carry a sharp weapon.

"Today we're moving out." Duke Adena.

"Oh." Caramel nodded faintly. Thenwhat?

"Thank you for being so kind as to drop the charges, thank you for sorry."

Caramel shook her head faintly, instead of forgiving Adena.

"Mas Rama and I won't bother you anymore, we move to Thamrin Residence."

Caramel mendelik, no less deket buk, it's the same if you do not move, walk from here also can.

"Cock away?" Caramel tilted his head, meaning for the sake of magic shells really deck!

"We have chosen the most decet so as not to bother carrying the goods, it is also as strategic as Kempinski."

"May be at home." Don't ever come here again.

"Yes." Yeah." Adena nodded, saying goodbye as if she were good friends with Caramel, "this is a memento from me, however we are neighbors, I also give to others anyway." Adena offered a box of fruit pudding she had ordered to the neighbors as a farewell greeting.

Rama followed Adena, he did not want to leave but after a while saw Caramel, he wanted to talk again before actually leaving this apartment. Rama mis-focuses on Caramel's distended stomach which is starting to look, he thinks Caramel is lying about her pregnancy. It turned out that Caramel had completely forgotten Rama, that was the bitter reality that Rama now felt. The cruel words that Caramel uttered could not make Rama hate him, Rama still had the same taste long ago.

"Good bye." Rama extended a hand.

"Yes." Yeah." Caramel nodded without replying to Rama's hand, his right hand busy holding the pudding of Adena's hand.

The position of Rama's hand is still hanging in the air—loneliness no one welcomes him like singles at night.

"We go first Car." Adena pulls Rama's hand and holds him to cover the husband's shame. Instead of lingering with this awward atmosphere, they better leave immediately. After all Caramel is uncomfortable with their existence, Adena must be understanding.

"Didn't eat?" Caramel came in, put the pudding on the dining table. The smell of fresh fruits wafted as Caramel opened the lid, saliva instantly filling his oral cavity. The appearance of the pudding was so beautiful that it even defeated Caramel who was only wearing pajamas.

Caramel is afraid that Adena will put poison in the pudding out of revenge. Caramel is confused about having to eat the pudding or leave it alone until Rafka arrives. Is he going to ask Rafka to eat first? of course not, it is the same as making Rafka as an experiment.

"Telfon Kayla is fine." Caramel rushes to the room to pick up a cell phone to contact Kayla. Caramel would not eat the pudding and instead ordered a fruit salad made by Kayla, not both fruit.

"Ha—"

"The number you're going to is off or out of reach."

"Ish why is it Kayla, the tumben is not active number." Caramel slammed her phone into the bed because it was not Kayla's voice that greeted her but the voice of the operator.

Caramel took back the phone she just threw. His thumb moving agilely over the flat screen of his phone sent a message to Jane.

"You're active, too, they both make a pact of what it is." Caramel nagged, now what should she do herself at home. Usually he would watch movies with Jane and Kayla but now they both can not be contacted, just be careful if you meet later!

"Mending I work instead of being alone here." Caramel jumped towards the walk in closet to pick up the shirt that had been left lying down with her torn skirt. Caramel pulls the black material pants from the closet, she will wear pants for today rather than insist on trying all the skirts that are already small for her.

******

"Caramel didn't realize it was her birthday?" Danu pulls the chair closer to Rafka, listening to her best friend's words carefully but not in the shortest tempo.

"It doesn't seem to." Rafka shook his head, Caramel this morning did not mention birthdays at all. Usually women will ask what day is it? if the man answers Monday then you forget yes the same birthday next disaster will befall the man because he forgot on the important day. Women do like to play guesswork, if wrong then men will suffer the consequences.

"You sure?" Danu wasn't sure if Caramel really forgot his birthday. "It's just that the guy's insensitive, maybe Caramel's already coded but you're not conscious."

"I'm sure he forgot." Tukas Rafka was full of faith.

"It's easy to buy balloons for him." Danu again pushed his chair while shaking his hands, about giving surprise he champion. Danu's best at making women melt like ice cream in the hot sun.

Rafka has made a surprise birthday plan for Caramel, later Danu who will buy cakes and balloons like surprises in general while Rafka goes to where Jono's grandfather makes handicrafts for Caramel.

"I want the cake to be brown and not have a lot of patterns." Rafka turns to Danu who is focused on computers.

"Yes, you're all just like me." Reply Danu, "gue has a subscription cake shop, anyway you received it in order."

Rafka entrusts everything to Danu because it seems like this time his best friend is reliable. Rafka believes that because Danu has more experience than him. Danu is indeed an expert in making women happy by giving gifts.

After work Danu goes straight to her subscription cake shop while Rafka goes to Jono's grandfather's shop to make handicrafts. Rafka made an appointment with Jono's grandfather three days ago.

Rafka, I'm going to your office and you're all eating that deck.

Rafka raised an eyebrow looking at one incoming message from Caramel, "why suddenly want to go to the office, even though he was at home?" Rafka tries to calm down, slipping earpods and dialing Caramel's number.

Rafka stomped the gas out of his office area, still waiting for Caramel to pick up his phone.

"Have you come out?" Caramel's voice was slightly blurred by the sound of motor vehicles.

"Why do you suddenly want to eat something, let me bring it for you." Rafka.

"No, we'll eat there again I'm on the way to your office."

"You don't have to go out, baby, I'll buy it."

"Let's go, I'm leaving."

"Why not say if you want to eat seblak, so no need to go out."

"Well, get the job done suddenly I want to follow you."

"Aren't you on holiday today?"

"Sorry I forgot to tell you I work but I wear pants."

Now Rafka can not stay calm, the plan that he has neatly arranged must be rearranged because it turns out Caramel is not in the apartment. Even now Caramel is on her way to Rafka's office. Who would have thought if Caramel would still work even though there is no span skirt that fits on his body.

"So soon, I'll hang up." Rafka pressed the red icon of the phone on her phone screen. He must rack his brain to find ideas so that the surprise for Caramel still goes according to plan.