Loosely Paid, CEO Beautiful
Cause You didn't Know

Arka ran out of her car, carrying an umbrella. Coincidentally on the road he found a raincoat seller who also sold the object.

He buys because he thinks Amanda didn't take him, while it's raining. At the moment it seems to have entered the rainy season.

Arka continued to run around, although a puddle of water soaked her shoes and jeans. In his mind, he just wanted to quickly find Amanda. The young man kept running until then,

"Braaac."

His shoulder hit someone's shoulder. Arka was glued, as well as the figure of the man. Their eyes clashed with each other and their hearts both felt an unusual feeling. Like a gesture or rather a premonition.

"Koran."

A crisp shout rang out, Arka realized that it was Amanda's voice. And sure enough, the woman was standing on a street while being surrounded by her driver.

The man who hit Arka stepped up. Yet...

"Buruan, Arka!"

Amanda said again while still laughing. The man was silent, as if recognizing the voice.

"Well, it's all wet." said Amanda.

The man turned his head, he looked at Amanda's face, which was covered by the Ark's umbrella. The man sighed, long enough he was silent and fixated. Eventually, he turned around and left the place.

"You're late" Amanda said as she stepped up.

Arka then embraces the woman and they walk to a place.

"Sir, coffee first yuk!" take Amanda to the driver. He and Arka stopped by a cafe that was still in the area.

"I'm just sitting here, ma'am." said the driver chose the seat, which was a little far from where Arka and Amanda were going.

"Aren't you going to join me there, sir?" ask Amanda later.

"Yes sir, we're all there." - timpal Arka.

"It's okay, ma'am. Let Amanda's mom have a good time talking to you both."

"Is it really okay for you here?" ask Amanda again.

"It's okay, mom. I want to smoke it too. If I smoke there, I'll disturb you."

"Oh yes, but the bill will be one to my table. You can order whatever you want, a lot is fine."

"Yes, ma'am."

"We're there, sir."

"Yes, ma'am."

Amanda and Arka head to the table they want. The place is in a corner, near the display of old books.

"Duh, it's raining a lot" Amanda said as she placed her handbag on one of the empty seats.

"Udah is in the rainy season now" replied Arka as she took off her jacket and delivered it to the shoulder of the chair.

A waiter approached them and gave them a menu.

"Don't coffee!" Arka reminded.

"Yes, no koq." replied Amanda.

"Have you eaten his sausage?" ask Arka.

"Udah, abis lima. Two-sided crust." Amanda answered again.

Arka laughed while shaking her head.

"Now the problem is."

"Papa hasn't been sniffing you all day, deck." said Arka as if talking to the baby. Amanda just smiled, staring at the treatment given her husband sir.

"So how, Ka. Smooth show?"

"Yes, smoothly. The materials you buy, there is still a lot left over. Just as my mother was partly saved, partly divided into neighbors." replied Arka.

"I was confused, like the one I said this morning. Instead of being busy, I told Liana to buy it all."

"Oh yeah, speaking of Liana."

Arka took a breath.

"Why?" ask Amanda.

Arka then told about the incident about Liana's boyfriend who rampaged at the boarding house earlier. Amanda was surprised, she then asked Liana.

"Liana is okay. I was just worried mentally what was the reason." replied Arka.

"I've often said it to Liana. Not twice, but many times. From the subtle to the roughest language ever." said Amanda.

"Liana aja tambeng, why try nahanin guy modelnya so. That's why I never wanted to marry, afraid of the man who modeled it. Like my papa treatment to the late mama." he continued later.

Arka looked at his wife.

"Was your parents...?"

"My father, the roughest man I've ever met. And my mama is a product of patriarchy which is what the husband says."

Amanda's eyes began to drift away, slowly her memory was turned to the past. His parents often quarrel.

"My mother grew up in a very patriarchal family. Where women are born, they are only educated to be ready to be made an offering. Offerings to men and families of men. My mother was banned from college by my grandparents, on the grounds that women would return to the kitchen, the well, the mattress at the ends. School is not important according to them. Mama was betrothed to papa, who in her family, always implanted that man hold the power."

Amanda's voice sounded full of anger when she said that.

"Since the beginning of marriage, my papa has been rough. Every time my mother complained to her parents. His parents even advised mama, nahwa the woman's job is silent. Heaven nutut, hell slut. It is better to be beaten and hurt by a husband than to be divorced and widowed. For being a widow is a disgrace to the family."

She kept staring at Amanda. He did not expect behind Amanda's luxurious life, tucked into a heartbreaking story like that.

"My father cheated on me with his stepmom now. My mother protested but was beaten, in front of me who was even a child. My mother fell ill and died. Papa married his current wife. That's why I never believed in marriage."

Amanda took a breath and continued saying.

"I worked hard for school, building a business empire. So that the women out there realize that we are all born with a purpose. Born with the same brain capacity and power as men. We are not born just for worship. I have never learned to cook, wash clothes, clean the house with the aim to be chosen by men, so that in-laws crave. I learned it all for myself. Because I don't want to be a god, who always has to please her husband and family. I'm human, I have a right to live alone."

Arka stood up and hugged Amanda, because the woman's cry was now broken. He did not say a word, only trying to rub the woman's back so that she was a little calm.

"Udah yes, you are calm" he said after a while.

Arka takes a tissue and wipes Amanda's tears.

"I'm sorry, Ka. So confide gini."

Amanda laughed. Arka sat down again but still looked at his wife.

"It's ok." said Arka.

Amanda wiped away all her tears, then smiled again.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Arka later.

"I want ice cream" Amanda said.

Arka did not forbid it. This time he just wants Amanda to be happy, even if it's just a serving of ice cream.

"Don't cry anymore!"

Amanda nodded and smiled again.