My husband is not the CEO

Sixty

"How about we go for a walk before we go home?"  Rafka takes care of the empty lunchbox that is not left. Vegetable asem and fried chicken made by mama Caramel is indeed very tasty so it does not take long for them to spend the food.

They enjoy lunch in the office canteen BMKG even though the atmosphere is crowded. Caramel's whereabouts also steal their attention, wondering who's eating one table with Rafka. Only a few of them know that Rafka is married whereas others think Rafka is still unpaired. So that the existence of Caramel raises questions, especially women who were once interested in Rafka. But Rafka's very secretive and reluctant familiar nature with women makes them slowly retreat and give up.

"Is there still time?" Caramel really wants to go around. He wants to enjoy the beautiful scenery around the office that looks beautiful with many trees around it. But he was afraid to interfere with Rafka's work time.

Rafka slightly raised her arm looking at the watch on her left wrist.

"Still, yuk." Rafka moved first, his hand stretched out to pull Caramel's hand, he also carried a paper bag that was no longer heavy. Lunch with his wife is something that makes Rafka not want to part with Caramel too soon.

"It's okay to walk a little longer, your legs don't hurt?" Rafka asked when they had come out of the canteen, opening the bandage on Caramel's toe yesterday because the wound was dry.

"It's okay, I just need a road because some days we don't walk around the apartment."

"That's because your leg hurts."

"And a lot of work too."

"Your legs are swollen from lack of road?"

"Yes." Caramel nodded, "but you realize it's not really my feet that are swollen, everything swells up ugly."

Rafka turned to look at Caramel, he felt Caramel's words were not right because he thought there was no meaningful change in his wife's body. Rafka does not pay attention to the wife's body, but he thinks the only part of the body that changes is Caramel's stomach.

"No." Rafka looked straight ahead again, "it has no effect on your appearance."

Caramel sneered in disbelief, although there was no sign of a lie on Rafka's face but Caramel still did not believe it.

"Do you see that plant?" Rafka pointed to a large pot in front of the F building planted with one type of monstera with leaves as wide as fingers.

"Why?"

"Wouldn't it be nice if it was placed between balloons for our baby shower later? of course we should use artificial plants."

Caramel mangosteen agrees with Rafka's opinion about decorating their imminent baby shower event. Event organizers will decorate their apartments with balloons starting tomorrow. The event will be held just as Caramel's content enters the age of 28 weeks.

"I'll ask for the same EO." Caramel.

"You likey?"

"Yes, it's one of those instagramable plants so I like it."

"What's that?" Rafka frowned, after almost a year of marriage, there was just a new term that Caramel said that made Rafka confused.

"What a hell is it." Caramel flicked her unraveling hair letting the wind blow her. Caramel is confused about explaining the meaning of the word instagramable to Rafka. Caramel regretted having uttered a word Rafka did not understand because it meant he had to explain it.

"Rafka!" The heavy sound of someone distracting Rafka and Caramel. A middle-aged man spread a smile to them, his slightly whitened hair did not make him lose charisma.

"Good day, sir." Rafka lowered her head politely greeting the man.

Caramel breathes a sigh of relief as she can survive Rafka's question of the meaning of instagramable. He hopes Rafka forgets about the question.

"The weather's friendly, it's just for sightseeing." His word. "This is your wife?" He saw Rafka holding the hand of a woman.

"Sir, Caramel this is Mr. Yohan my superior he has guided me a lot all this time." Rafka told Caramel.

"It's nice to meet Mr. Yohan, I'm Caramel Rafka's wife." Caramel shook Yohan's hand as she spread a friendly smile.

"Rafka should have introduced you earlier." Yohan patted Rafka on the shoulder, knowing Rafka's secretive nature so that not many know about his personal life.

"I'm sorry I should have come here earlier." Reply Caramel.

"Had he not cared about the women who fought over him all this time, it turned out that his wife was as beautiful as you." Yohan laughs to make Rafka and Caramel misbehave.

"There's no such thing, don't get me wrong." Rafka flicked his hand at Caramel.

"He was just too focused on working so he didn't care about the circumstances around him." Yohan continued, has not finished leaking Rafka's behavior while in the office on Caramel.

"I see what Mr. Yohan means, he is like that." Caramel grabbed Rafka's arm and grabbed her body.

"But the good thing is he's a loyal man." Praise Yohan.

"If there is no doubt." Caramel rolled her eyes at Rafka.

"I pray you are always happy, please continue your walk, enjoy your time." Yohan said before stepping back to leave Caramel and Rafka.

"Why are those smiles?" Rafka is astonished to see Caramel smiling to herself after Yohan's departure.

"Emang why?" Caramel pursed her lips trying to stop her smile when in fact she wanted to jump into Rafka's arms hearing Yohan's words earlier. Rafka is indeed a dream husband who does not vary, what an ordinary man whose population is starting to be rare.

"Don't trust Mr. Yohan too much, he likes to joke."

"So you're saying Mr Yohan lied about you being a loyal man?"

"Except that part." Rafka smiled broadly.

The thudding Caramel releases her grip on Rafka's hand but is quickly pulled back by the man. Rafka is not willing to let go of the link between them let alone many of his single office friends. Actually Caramel was also afraid when he saw many beautiful women here, he was afraid they would distract Rafka. But Caramel is determined to tell Rafka.

"Don't smile!" Tukas Caramel's.

"Why?"

Because your smile is sweet. "I don't like it."

"Why? you said I was handsome when I smiled."

"When did I say that?"

"Every day."

Caramel's cheeks flushed wrongly, he did not even realize if every day he praised Rafka handsome. Though Caramel does that every time you just wake up, the first sentence he says is you really handsome.

"Eh there's ice cream." Caramel pointed to a traveling ice cream vendor passing the street in front of the BMKG office complex. "Geez, I haven't had ice cream in a long time, I'm buying it."

Rafka saw his hand that had been in the grasp of Caramel but had just been released because of the ice cream seller. Was he jealous of the ice cream guy? nope-no.

Caramel half ran to stop the salesman who pushed his ice cream cart. Whatever ice cream Caramel eats, he'll still miss the ice cream with that heart-shaped logo.

"We buy a lot for your friends." Caramel said as Rafka caught up with him.

"Can." Rafka nodded.

"I want a taste of Oreo, Bang." Caramel told the seller.

"What else?"

"What do you want?" Caramel is back to see Rafka.

"I'm not." Rafka shook his head, he was full enough at lunch and his stomach did not hold enough food anymore even if it was just a pack of ice cream.

"How many of you are in that room?"

"Ten or eleven, I don't remember."

Caramel swerved for a moment, working in the same office every day but Rafka did not know exactly how many friends she had.

"Is this chocolate?" Caramel lifted one of the medium-sized ice cream cups from the cart.

"Betul Ma'am." Seller nodded.

"Well, it's eleven."

Before returning to Rafka's office, they first put the paper bag used as a food container into Caramel's car because they happened to be close to the parked Caramel.

"Employees here are many but why only use two lifts?" Caramel finally realized that, from earlier he saw employees only use the two rightmost elevators so that it caused a long queue.

"Not only that, at certain hours the elevator should not be used in order to save electricity." Rafka pulls Caramel's hand into the elevator before being preceded by another employee.

Caramel was amazed because an office of this size could still pay attention to electricity savings. Unlike him when at work first who can use the elevator at any time.

"Eh there's sweet." Danu's voice echoed in the corridor, she saw Caramel coming out of the elevator with Rafka, it was a rare sight where Rafka joined hands with women in the office.

"Si's a sweet fuck, like a ghost's name." Caramel rolled the irritated eyeballs.

"What's the ghost's name?" Danu frowned, the intention of wanting to praise Caramel actually interpreted it as a mockery.

"The sweet bridge of Ancol."

Danu grinned widely, in 2020 why Caramel still remembered about the horror story.

"What are you taking?" Now Danu is curious about the plastic bag that Rafka carries, it seems he saw the smells of the tract from inside there. Indra Danu is very sensitive to something that smells free.

"Lu don't get the part." Caramel holding Rafka's hand entered Rafka's work room which is also Danu's room.

Caramel was a little surprised because the atmosphere of Rafka's workspace was not like it was when she just arrived. The office was no longer deserted, some empty seats were now filled.

Their views were full of questions to Caramel, although he had long worked in the same field but they did not know the figure of a wife Rafka.

"Friends may be late but I want to introduce my wife to you, her name is Caramel."

"It's nice to meet you guys, as a greeting I bought ice cream hopefully can be enjoyed by everyone." Caramel asks Rafka to put the ice cream they had bought on the table. He spread a smile to Rafka's friends while counting their numbers in heart, only 8 people. That means there's another Rafka friend outside. Caramel hopes the ice cream will be enough for everyone here.

"I understand why you just introduced her to us." One of Rafka's male friends shook Caramel's hand.

"Why?" Ask the others.

"Because we're afraid to look at him." Candanya.

"Speek can't just fall in love." Rafka responds to the jokes of her friends.

"Mbak was in the elevator, it turned out to be an office with Rafka." Caramel shook the hand of the short-haired female employee who had let her take the elevator first. Not only was her face beautiful but her heart was as well.

"Call me Irene." He said introduce himself. "It looks like we're the same age."

"Irene?" Caramel's eyebrows shot up, not Irene Red Velvet right?

"Udah-alah, the introduction later again let's now eat the ice cream first." Danu slipped among the hordes of friends, he plucked a cup of ice cream and took it away.

"And you don't get the Nu part." Caramel.

Danu paid no heed to Caramel's words, he sat down in his chair and hurriedly opened the ice cream.

"You don't want the ice to melt, you've been hunting for food." Peek Danu at everything.

"Yes, really, if so please eat the ice cream, I go back first." Caramel slightly retreated letting Rafka's friends take their ice cream.

"Thank you Caramel, we have to meet again outside the office." Irene patted Caramel on the shoulder.

"Thank you Caramel." Say something else.

"I'm Caramel's anter first." Rafka.

"No need, your time must come down again let me alone." Reject Caramel, after all Rafka's rest time is also running out.

"No, I'll take you." Rafka pulls Caramel out of the office.

"See you all." Caramel waved to everyone before Rafka actually took him out. "Have been here, I'm just going to the doang parking lot." He held Rafka's hand as he arrived in front of the elevator.

"Then let me kiss you." Rafka brought her face closer to Caramel.

"Hold on, there's CCTV." Caramel looked at the camera in the corner of the corridor.

"It's okay, I turn my back on the camera." Rafka peed Caramel's forehead long enough. Though they will meet again later in the apartment but Rafka behaves as if he will be separated for a long time. Maybe because it's the first time Caramel has visited Rafka's office.

"I'll go home first." Caramel said after Rafka took off her kiss.

"Be careful on the road." Rafka rubbed Caramel's head just before the wife got into the elevator. Allowing Caramel to drive alone makes Rafka worried because she is pregnant. Moreover, the streets are very dense during the day like this—Jakarta is never deserted by motorists.