Loosely Paid, CEO Beautiful
Third Day

Through midnight.

"Yes."

"Hm."

Arka answered briefly, she and Amanda were lying on the bed. Their eyes were fixed on the ceiling of the room.

"You want to?" ask Arka to Amanda, while continuing to look up.

"Yes, but it's not good at parents' homes."

"Slow down if you want to."

"Not good, can't scream" Amanda said half-laughing. Now Arka looked at his wife with a laugh.

"Patience, until we go home tomorrow" said Arka later.

"It's really delicious here, Ka. I feel like I have parents again. But can't be perverted, out of shame."

Again both laughed. This time Arka's hand rubbed his wife's stomach.

"Man."

"Hmm?"

"I love you so much" said Arka.

"I didn't expect, I'd be stuck in marriage just like you." she continued.

"You're nyesel?" ask Amanda.

"Yes not it. I'm really happy, I can marry you."

"I'm the one who's messed up." said Amanda.

"Kook?" Arka frowned.

"Nyesel why haven't I married you before, when your virgin has not been taken by Maureen."

This time Arka laughed.

"Your pedophile." said Arka later.

"Emang first, how old was Maureen first?" ask Amanda.

"16 years." answered Arka.

"Jeez Arka, you're the same as me. Let me just say I'm a pedophile."

"Hahaha." Arka laughed again.

"If we met then, maybe my mind would still be evil. I'll ask this buyin it's the same as you."

"It's okay, I bought it." said Amanda. Arka then sighed and looked at his wife.

"The fool always comes on time. Maybe the best time is right now. I don't really adore money. Mentally I'm stable enough to face an old woman who plugs like you."

"Did you worship money?"

"Yes that. Money, popularity, wealth. That's why I want to get into the entertainment world. To have money, rich, famous. But it turns out that it is not easy, all must be overcome with struggle. In the end, I really appreciate the money itself. It is not worship that is applied, but humility. How, what work to keep making money. Because it turns out that if we're too adored, the money will never be enough."

Amanda nodded.

"You really are, Ka. Many people mistake ambition and obsession with money. Insist on pursuing success, in order to get money, buy luxury goods and can boast or retaliate and slap people who have insulted us. The fall we pursue success for money, for revenge."

"It's real." said Arka.

"If you want to succeed, the heart must not be overcome with revenge" he continued.

"Yes, because if we are obsessed so quickly success, fast money, quickly slap people who used to insult us. Our work will not be maximal, we focus on money and revenge. Just focus on the top, without looking around the road to reach the top itself. We are not at our maximum."

Arka took a breath.

"Every time I got an offer to shoot, I always immediately thought about money. Immediately think of buying this and that in order to be able to show off, as a result of the filming process is often disrupted. Because I always and always think of ways, how to slap the mouths of those who insult my family. Because my work is disrupted, I want to spend money, finally I rarely get a job. Because I often misdialogue, not maximal, people males make me. But lately I have realized that I need to focus. And when I focus on work, work becomes maximum. Money was behind him. My offer is more and more because I'm judged good, my money is increasing."

Amanda stroked the head of Arka.

"Keep learning and becoming an adult, Ka. If one day you don't like me, because I'm old. If you want to find a younger woman, don't forget about today. About everything we've been through."

Arka turned to Amanda.

"Why are you talking like that, man. It makes me sad to know. It's as if I'm gonna be evil later on."

"Ka, I'm just trying to be realistic. Right now I love you so much. And do not rule out the possibility that one day you can change your mind. I just want to tell you, if it should happen. Don't forget to remember all the wonderful things we've been through. What we have shared together."

Arka hugged Amanda.

"Until death do I part, I will always try to accompany you. I will die by your side, or you will die on my lap. Or we die together someday, when we're just as old."

Amanda wiped away the tears, which flowed in both corners of her eyes with a smile.

"Can't we just not talk about separation?" tanya Arka still hugs Amanda.

The woman then nodded.

"Daddy, bad mama."

Arka complained to her babies inside. Amanda laughed for a moment.

"Yes."

"Hmm?"

"Koq your body smells of fried bananas, anyway?" Amanda let go of her embrace.

"Have the smell of fried bananas, I took a shower. Which liquid soap does a fried banana smell?"

"But this..." Amanda sniffed the smell that blew.

"This hour smells like fried bananas?"

Arka whose kiss is not as sharp as pregnant women are amazed. He hasn't smelled any scent since.

"Genderuwo kali, Ka. I'm pregnant again." said Amanda, starting to panic.

"Man, that's kuntilanak. Who likes to get pregnant, not genderuwo."

"Yes, who knows. You've never seen." as far as Amanda.

"People say that if there is a smell of night food, there is usually genderuwo" said Amanda again.

"That means selling 24-hour food, genderuwo?" asked Arka while trying hard to hold back the laughter.

"Yes that's not it either. If there is no place that sells food, but you know there is a smell of food at night."

"Man, if according to urband legend. The smell of genderuwo's arrival was like grilled yams, not like fried bananas."

Arka's nose began to catch a hint of the smell.

"Ye, who knows his genderuwo bosen eat yam grilled mulu. Fry the banana on him."

"Just now, I think I'll smell." said Arka with a serious face.

"No, did I say Ka."

Amanda pulled the blanket.

"Definitely genderuwo nih." he said later. His face was now more and more filled with fear.

"Let's see." said Arka.

"Thou mah, do not want. What's the front door genderuwo?"

"You want me to live here alone with Genderuwo?"

"I don't want to."

Amanda followed up and held on to Arka's arm. Arka opened the door and walked slowly.

"Arka, uh, fear."

"Arka continued to step up to the dining room. His mother was carrying a fried banana to the dinner table.

"Well you guys haven't slept?" ask his mother later.

"Mother fried banana?" Amanda asked back.

"Yes, your dad can't sleep. Want to chat with your mother, while eating fried bananas he said. Come sit here!"

"Mom said Amanda genderewo, ma'am."

"Arkaaa, you like that." Amanda sewot then bent her lips.

"Why, does it smell right up to the room?" ask Arka's mother.

"Yes mom, Amanda thinks genderuwo. But Arka didn't say that mom was...."

Arka is laughing.

"This is a habit, man. Many like to be busy in the kitchen at night." said Arka again.

"Let's sit here." said Arka's father.

"Arka wants coffee? ask mother.

"You ma'am."

"You drink milk, yeah."

"No, ma'am, let Amanda make it herself."

"It's okay for you" said the mother-in-law.

They then chatted while enjoying the fried banana genderuwo. The next day Amanda insisted on wanting to follow Arka's mother to the traditional market, even though Arka was still sleepy.

"Udah Ka, there!" the stepfather said to Arka.

"Tar your son is an ileran loh." he continued, holding back laughter.

"Arka still sleepy, pa. Ngedengerin Amanda ghost story until 3 am."

"Papa sampe nemenin your mother to the condition of unknown people, pas pregnant you. Because your mother really wants to eat in the condition. While our acquaintances are not married. Though papa has money to buy your mother food, but she insists and craves to eat there."

"Seriously, pa?" tanya Arka was full of shock.

"Eat him now you are karmic" his stepfather said, laughing.

"There, temenin. Afraid of nothing." continued his father again.

"Yes, pa." said Arka later.

Shortly after, Arka accompanied her mother to the market with Amanda. Having never set foot in a traditional market, Amanda becomes like a tacky person. He was amazed just because he saw people grating coconuts. It also helps to sort out vegetables.

He looked very happy, until they finally came home. Amanda was already in tears.

"Amanda why?" ask Arka's stepfather to his son and his wife.

"She saw the fish being killed, pa." said Amanda, sobbing. The mother and Arka compactly held back the laughter.

"Where if she has a child, her child is waiting for her mother fish to come home?"

Amanda was crying. Arka who had hugged his wife while holding a laugh, now began to make a sound.

"Udah, no. The fish caught are single all koq. Who is tired of this life." said Arka.

Amanda wept even more, while Arka and her parents both laughed.