My husband is not the CEO
The Forty Nine
Caramel always meant it when she did something she liked. From childhood he was famous for someone who was firm and not playing around when he liked something. Although sometimes the earnestness can make him sick and traumatized until now because he used to love Rama excessively. Don't talk about it mulu.
That trait did not fade at all until now, Caramel was serious when expressing his desire to have his own pajama brand. He does everything on his own from market research, observing competitors in the pajamas to finding the right convection. Caramel must be totality if you want to get the best results.
In the past he never thought about doing his own business because he thought it was a troublesome and risky thing. But after thinking long enough he did this. It should develop after it stops working. He is not a person who likes to lie down without doing anything. The bough did something too. So said the people when defending themselves.
"Why he's hiding, we can't see his gender." Rafka complains of looking at the photo of USG in his hand. Rafka and Caramel had just gone to the doctor for the USG after recently doing the USG because he was curious about the gender of his future baby. But again it does not produce anything because the position of the baby is too face down.
"Here you go, the doctor says you wait twenty weeks, you can't wait." Caramel ruffled Rafka's neatly combed hair, preferring her husband's hair to look messy.
"Is it because you're tired?" Rafka placed the photo paper on the table and looked at Caramel. "Wouldn't that happen, you're busy going around looking for a convection of clothes."
"You're gonna fuckin' me?"
Why 'egas?
"It's not so dear." Rafka rubbed Caramel's hair, he did not want to find because of the tigress who was tired of driving a car to Bandung matter of looking for a tailor who fit.
"Here I am, I want to sleep." Caramel got up from her seat, stomping her feet before stepping away from Rafka. He really wants to sleep because of the fatigue after hours of standing serving customers.
Caramel can not wait to finish the preparation of launching its products immediately. Although there are still many things that he must do before marketing his product but he is getting excited. He did not in vain go to Bandung to find a tailor who fit in his heart. Not the soul mate doang that must fit in the heart, nyari tailor also that.
"Do you want coffee?" Rafka stood in front of the door looking at the already established Caramel on the bed.
"People want to sleep offered coffee, how the hell are you!" Caramel threw a pillow that fortunately did not reach Rafka because the distance of the bed and the door was quite far, the pillow was only thrown about 2 meters in front of Rafka.
What does this mean? Rafka saw the pillow, whether Caramel threw a pillow with the intention Here Ka, followed me to the mattress. So the husband must indeed be sensitive even more sensitive than psychics who can predict future events. About the fortune telling Rafka expert, it's his job.
"Aren't you in the shower going to sleep?" Rafka took the pillow, stepped up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"What if I don't shower? you don't want to sleep with me because of the smell?"
How do you keep on loving?
"No, don't be angry." Rafka's tone of voice was soft, he put the pillow to its original place and went up to the bed. He lay on his head with his hands and faced Caramel on his back. "I'm sorry." He rubbed Caramel's shoulder and then down into his arm. "At least change your clothes first to make it more comfortable." Her trickle.
Caramel silent.
"Do I need to help you replace it?"
It's so sweet you're like a confectionery in front of the school.
"I don't mean to blame you, I just don't want you to get tired." Rafka continued to pull out her seduction style, it was sincerely out of her heart. "Let's open the suit first." Rafka pulls Caramel's work coat.
Caramel said she had let Rafka take off the suit that had been attached to her body since early this morning. He was angry because still with work clothes plus blankets, he was crazy for wearing a blanket on this hot afternoon.
"What do you want to eat? let me make it."
Byeah lah! emang husband really dream, nemu where else a guy like this if not Rafka. There is but in drakor.
"Mau tempe mendoan." Answer Caramel. "But the one in the brothers."
"Okay!"
Caramel felt the bed slightly shake, it meant Rafka got off the bed. Without being asked twice Rafka departed to fulfill Caramel's wishes.
"A very nice prick." Caramel uncovers a blanket covering her to determine if Rafka is still in the room or completely unplug looking for tempe mendoan.
While waiting for Rafka, Caramel better take a bath than pretend to sleep until Rafka returns. Rafka is right Caramel will not be able to sleep comfortably if still wearing work clothes.
Meanwhile Rafka pedals his bike looking for a roadside salesman. He chose to ride a bike instead of carrying a car because it would be stuck in traffic during the afternoon like this. After all, he never had time to cycle in the morning even when the car is free.
Rafka stops his bike in front of the fry seller, he sees tempe mendoan still meets his etalase. But he hesitated to see the seller a woman, he remembered the words Caramel had wanted tempe mendoan but in the brothers. If Rafka buys it, will Caramel know if it turns out the seller is not brothers but mbak-mbak.
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The sky began to darken when Caramel finished bathing, drying her hair and changing clothes which took almost 2 hours. He also had time to stretch and soak, bathing activities that he must do every afternoon.
But Rafka did not come after Caramel completed his afternoon ritual. Now Caramel was pacing the front door and occasionally peering out through the door hole.
"Papa yun mendoan to Hawaii like yes." Caramel spoke as if the fetus in her stomach could hear her speech.
Caramel snatched the phone on a shelf near the entrance and immediately dialed Rafka's number. He was afraid something would happen to Rafka because the dark sky did not come. Though Caramel remembered there are many sellers of tempe mendoan near here.
"Rafka, where the hell are you?" Caramel asked after Rafka answered her phone."
"White Chempaka." Answer Rafka.
"Why do you do it there, deket here are also many people selling tempe mendoan why all the way there, you are healthy?" Caramel emotion, do not think about Rafka who cycled up there just to find tempe mendoan.
"You said you wanted tempe mendoan brothers, but of the five sellers I saw everything was mbak-mbak, Cara."
Caramel sniffed, held his breath then— he already wanted to take out the nagging style without pause but pity Rafka. Caramel wants to laugh but her heart is upset and boos at Rafka. It is not unusual for them to call roadside traders with the name of brothers, as well as for Caramel. He intended to eat tempe mendoan roadside and call it with brothers but for Rafka it has a different meaning. Caramel wants to ride a rocket through the atmosphere and calm down on Mars, which is said to be most similar to Earth.
"Darling, I mean .... " Caramel took a deep breath before continuing her sentence, she did not want to vent emotions when Rafka was not in front of her because it was useless. "I mean not literally brothers but roadside traders, although the selling mbak-mbak is also okay."
Rafka did not immediately answer, only the roar of motor vehicles across there. Now Caramel feels guilty, he forgets that Rafka is innocent and innocent. Caramel should not say anything that could lead to another understanding. Rafka had to cycle that far just to fulfill Caramel's wish.
"I'm picking you up now." Caramel immediately disconnects and grabs the car key on the hanger.
The desire of Caramel eating tempe mendoan with peanut sauce is gone already. He thinks more about Rafka who is now far away from him. Caramel drove his car at a fairly high speed splitting the streets of Jakarta.
It did not feel like Caramel's eyes were watery, currently hungry, annoyed, sad mixed into one. Why am I so whiny now! Caramel grumbled inwardly as she rubbed her tear-soaked cheeks.
"Why did you make Mama Baperan?" Caramel again spoke to the fetus in her stomach. Still in the womb has been scolded by the mama.
Caramel spontaneously stepped on the brakes seeing a figure like Rafka, he immediately pulled over his car to make sure. It was indeed Rafka, Caramel could not have mistaken her husband who from 10 meters away he could see that handsome face. Caramel came down to Rafka who was standing in front of the fried vending cart.
"Why come after me?" Rafka brandished the parcel he was holding. "I've got it." He said proudly while glancing at the brother of the fried seller.
Caramel smiled broadly at Rafka who was still wearing office clothes, "thank you." He said softly. I don't know if there's a weather forecaster like this, you're better suited to be a selebgram no?
"Other times I'll understand you better." Rafka Mumbles.
Caramel nodded, unable to reply to Rafka's words for fear of her tears breaking. I can't cry just because of a pack of tempe.
"Let's go home, let me drive." Rafka leads his bike to the back of the car.
"Would you come somewhere to eat?" Rafka offers Caramel to stop at the park to be able to enjoy the tempe that he has bought.
"No, I eat here." Reject Caramel, in addition to his stomach was rumbling he did not want the ABG to see Rafka if they stopped in the city park. Isn't it Sunday night, usually they hang around outside to just hang out spending Sunday night. Is it overreacting? there is no harm in taking care of your husband.
"You?" Caramel feeds a mendoan piece to Rafka. "His son, it's not in vain you come here because you can get the most delicious tempe in the world." Praise Caramel, although it sounds excessive but at least it can entertain Rafka. Caramel knows Rafka is tired after a long day of work plus having to cycle until evening.
"You likey?" Rafka could not hide her smile even her cheeks met reddish hearing Caramel's praise. He was like a teenager in the wild.
"It's so nice." Tukas Caramel is not very clear because his mouth is full of food.
"Slow down, you can choke, we don't have a drink here."
"What do you want for dinner, whether I eat out or not." Caramel must repay Rafka's services by making good cuisine or treat her husband's favorite food.
"I want your cooking." Answer Rafka.
"okay!" Without hesitation, Caramel asserted, he had guessed that Rafka would choose to eat at home. Although the cuisine made by Caramel can not be called delicious but Rafka always liked it.
