My husband is not the CEO

Fifty

Caramel's eyes glinted at the pajamas that were in front of her. He did love pajamas but never this happy when he saw the nightgown. Her smile was bursting at the end after a long and emotionally charged struggle her first product sample had finished. Slowly Caramel touched the cotton pajamas with edelweiss flower motif in several parts. Not in vain he put all his energy and ability to get the pajamas that suit his wishes.

"Where do you think?" Caramel turned her head to see Rafka who had been behind her.

"It's amazing." Praise Rafka sincerely, although do not know much about the fashion world but the pajamas are indeed beautiful with a soft pink color. Once you see it it will remind Rafka of Caramel which is identical to pajamas.

"I want to try." Caramel excitedly removed the pair of short-sleeved pajamas from the hangers. He can't wait to try it. When deciding to make your own pajama brand, Caramel's mission is to make pajamas as everyday clothes that keep the wearer beautiful and trendy. Of course, he also made pajamas from quality materials but still sold at affordable prices.

"Why not just change here?" Rafka held Caramel who was about to go to the next room.

Caramel looked around, they were in Rafka's study. There is no one, but Caramel is not comfortable changing clothes here.

"You embarrassed?"

Caramel shook her head, "why should I be ashamed?"

"Deplace."

"But there's something I have to take in the room." Caramel hastily escapes before Rafka prevents him again.

"Why is it still shy, what is the shy way in the afternoon and the brave at night?" Rafka scratched his non-itchy nape.

They've taken a bath together and changed clothes in the same place why Caramel is still embarrassed. It's not fair to Rafka because every morning Rafka always changes clothes in front of Caramel.

Why am I so worried about this?

Five minutes later Caramel came out in shorts pajamas above the knee exposing her smooth legs. Rafka is not surprised, Caramel does look beautiful with any clothes.

"It's going to be liked by the women out there." Rafka approaches Caramel, touches Caramel's shoulder and descends into his arm.

"Is this going to work?" Caramel was nervous about introducing her brand to the public. He was afraid of the bad possibilities that would happen later.

"Just try, think positive." Rafka calms Caramel.

Caramel took a deep breath then nodded steadily. He grabbed his phone on the table to open his Instagram account. With tens of thousands of followers, Caramel will begin to introduce its products. He will see people's responses first before creating a product-specific Instagram account.

Next Caramel did a photo session, he did not need to hire a professional photographer because Rafka was quite good at shooting. He minimizes costs outside production in order to get quality materials but can be sold at a sloping price. She can be a model while Rafka photographer, she has decorated one side of the workspace Rafka as background photo.

"Why are your legs?" Rafka's attention was suddenly shifted to Caramel's heel which slightly flakes off and turns reddish.

"It's okay." Caramel takes over the camera in Rafka's hands to see the photos.

Isn't it okay that women say otherwise?

"Why is it possible to get scuffed like this?" Rafka crouched down to see Caramel's legs more clearly.

"Yes yesterday I forgot to wear socks." Answer Caramel lightly.

Rafka stood up and sat Caramel on his chair, "your feet are dumb?"

"Yes, the doctor said it's normal, right?" Caramel puts the camera on the table and sees Rafka completely.

"I remember the doctor saying it's normal if you've entered your third trimester, but you?" Rafka again sat on the floor, taking off the sandals that Caramel was wearing.

"That's normal, baby." Caramel smiled, pulling Rafka's hand back to her feet.

"When are you going to resign, didn't you say you were going to quit the office after the clothes were made?" Rafka's face was serious, he didn't want Caramel to work too hard. So far, he has been able to meet the needs of his wife.

"I told you after my product became known to the public, I was still capable." Caramel clasped Rafka's hand.

"I've set you free to do anything but that doesn't mean I don't pay attention to you, don't be selfish, your body says no."

Without saying anything else, Rafka took off Caramel's grasp and left his study. He walked out of Caramel into the kitchen. Rafka knew that it was only Caramel's excuse to stop their argument but he still went to the kitchen to make food.

Caramel returned to play the phone to upload a photo of herself in pajamas to her Instagram account. No need to wait long the photo got a lot of likes from followers on Instagram. Social media makes information faster in seconds.

Who would have thought that the IPA child who used to be the best at completing physics formulas and working at the bank is now trying new things, namely starting his own business. Caramel does like challenges, although graduated from IPA but he actually took banking management after college. Then now, he tries to make his own pajama brand just because he likes one of these types of clothes.

"Rafka's pants are at home here, the seats are good." Caramel leaned her body against the chair and closed her eyes, this was only the beginning, she should not be happy first.

Suddenly Caramel opened his eyes when he felt a considerable movement from inside his stomach, he turned away from his seat looking for Rafka. Since the age of 4 months, Rafka is always curious about the movements of babies in the stomach but of course at that age the movements are still so small that they can not feel it.

"What's running like that?" Rafka who was stirring the mustard on the frying pan saw Caramel approaching him in a hurry.

"I just got over the baby's movements."

"Oh yeah?" Rafka immediately put the spatula in her hand and held Caramel's stomach. He could not hide his curiosity.

"Aren't you?" Caramel grinned, it looks like their baby likes mager like his mother.

Rafka shook his head faintly, he again stood up to continue his cooking activities that had been delayed.

"Perhaps after eating, he'll be more active." Rafka.

Caramel laughed, where did such thoughts come from. Caramel and Rafka are too excited to feel any new development from their baby-to-be.

"What did you make?" Caramel peeked into the frying pan, he saw mustard and carrots sauteed using margarine. Caramel does not know where Rafka knows the various recipes. Rafka said sometimes he combined his own food ingredients in the refrigerator, but strangely it still feels good for Caramel. Is it because he's Rafka's bucin? no-no, Rafka's cooking is delicious. If you don't believe, try it yourself.

"Salmon with lemon sauce." Rafka offers a plate of salmon lemon sauce which of course looks tempting. Rafka has a special talent in the field of plating, he makes food has a beautiful look like a restaurant.

"Cock-a-pocket?" Caramel was surprised, it looks like Rafka just started cooking 10 minutes ago but one dish has been served.

"It doesn't need to be cooked too long to keep the nutrients awake."

"I brought it to the table." Caramel stepped into the dining room to put salmon in Rafka's lemon sauce.

Meanwhile Rafka poured the cooked vegetable stir-fry into the bowl. He was really paying attention to the food that was good for Caramel. If there is a husband level of standby from 1 to 10 then Rafka is a husband standby level 11. Since Caramel became pregnant, she did most of the homework Caramel used to do from washing clothes to cooking.

"Eat the fruit first." Caramel feeds a wine to Rafka. "No sweet?" Ask.

"Sugary." Rafka's answer is not very clear.

"Sweeter where?" Caramel winks her eyes at Rafka.

Rafka looked at the plain wife confused as to why Caramel put on such a face. Sweeter where? Caramel glanced at the grapes in her hand then looked at Rafka. While Rafka still clenched his lips, did not understand the meaning of Rafka's question.

"Sweeter than a small wine." Tukas Rafka confidently though that was not what Caramel meant.

Caramel laughed at Rafka's escape. Maybe Rafka was born just to analyze the weather, he has absolutely no talent for combating.

"It's super wine, it's all sweet." Caramel took the rice for Rafka.

"Then why do you ask which is sweeter?"

"Thank you, I'm sure." Caramel now put on a big smile, rather than arguing over things that are not important they better start eating.

"May you like."

"Definitely like."