Married to a Big Boss
Call Question

Bayu and Ica are having lunch outside. While focusing on food, Bayu opened the conversation. "Raisa, get home later, there's something I want to tell you" he began.

"What do you want to talk about?" ask Ica confused.

"About our marriage. We are married now. We should talk about our respective obligations and rights" Bayu replied. It is like talking to a client, even though the one in front of him is his wife. This conversation also sounds like cooperation between two companies who want more profit by negotiating.

"Yes already. Discussed at home," reply Ica soberly.

"Oiya, the assistant to take care of the house already got. Since it came from the village, I told him to rest first. Later in the afternoon his first job was to sweep and mop the floor except for the room area and the workspace." Bayu opened a new conversation topic. It seems that he is no longer reluctant to talk to Ica who reaches their household.

"What age is she, Mom?" Ica responds by chewing her food.

"Mass? Raisa, this still includes work affairs despite this in the lunch break hours," Bayu protests for Ica's response.

"Yes, it's starting to deh perfectionism," Ica said in her heart. He was a bit upset because Bayu was having a little trouble like that. Anyway, if outside the office and break time, Ica should not be a secretary to accompany Bayu here, but as a wife.

"Yes yes sorry. So, how's the assistant what age, sir?" errat Ica won't take a headache.

"A widow whose husband died. Age of forty years. I don't have any children either."

"Ooh, that. How fast can you get it, sir?"

"Yes, I asked for help from the agent and because I said I needed to hurry up and already pay more, finally the man came today."

Ica smiled at Bayu's excuse. It seems like the talk about Ica's duties as Bayu's wife and secretary was really considered Bayu. Ica felt moved because Bayu wanted to act quickly for the convenience of Ica undergoing two professions now.

"Thank you very much, yes, sir," Ica said as she looked at Bayu lekat.

"For?" ask Bayu confused.

"You've gotten into the trouble of finding a quick assistant for me. You really think about my job a lot too. Thank you for thinking about it and acting fast. In addition to being a professional boss, I think you have become a professional husband now" Ica said. After saying that, he continued his eating activities.

Bayu, he who heard Ica's speech was disturbed because of it. Praised by a wife, this is how it feels. Unknowingly, Ica's speech had touched Bayu's heart and made him rustle. Bayu even reflexively showed a thin smile because of it. Maybe Ica didn't see that.

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Go home from work, go back to her new home with Bayu. Ica felt a little strange because she did not go home to the Mother. He is also not used to this new house because he still lives one day in it.

When I entered, the house was very clean. Bayu and Ica are happy with his assistant's job.

"Bi, have you had lunch or not?" Ica asked her assistant. Her name is Ana, a very friendly and polite person.

"Udah, madam."

"Don't call madam, ah. Not good to hear. Call me Ica."

"Okay, Non Ica."

"Oh, yeah, call it no problem either." Ica then passed after asking about the stomach of her assistant. Go back to the room to meet Bayu who just finished bathing.

Actually, he deliberately went out of the room when Bayu took a bath. Afraid to see Bayu dressed only with a towel, so he waited at the dinner table for about half an hour. While meeting Bi Ana in front of the dining table, he made small talk before asking her about her stomach.

"So, Mom, what do you want to talk about our marriage?" said Ica who sat on the sofa room, while Bayu still tidied up to prepare for the Maghrib prayer in the mosque.

"Why? It should be your own initiative. Basic husband is insensitive," inner Ica complained. He really wants to make Bayu not warty at all.

"If you call her darling, can you?" test Ica. He really did.

"Don't joke!" refuse Bayu raw.

"Seriously, really. Can, Mas?"

Bayu smiled grinning. "It seems impossible" he said.

Ica took a deep breath. Asking Bayu to call him "Honey", but Bayu has someone else he loves. It's ironic indeed.

"Yes, yeah. You also use the first name doang, 'Raisa. Where can immediately call dear if call Ica with the call 'Ica' just can not. Shortened to 'Ca' doang more can not. Ica is too hopeful. Sorry, yes, Mas," Ica expressed her disappointment indirectly. Hearing that, Bayu approached Ica with a huff.

"You talk like that. Can you call me like that?" challenge Bayu with strong emotions.

"Huh? He was, suddenly, angry. Ica don't bother with that anymore, you know, but." Ica protested because she did not like the attitude of Bayu who was suddenly angry so.

"Just answer, can or not?" challenge Bayu.

"Could, could."

"Prove it!"

"In what context was it?"

"Whatever!"

"Dih.., whatever he says. That's a girl's vocabulary. Fuck up!" inner Ica nodded in annoyance. He rolled his eyeballs in response to Bayu's attitude.

Ica thought again to make a statement with the call "Honey" to make Bayu can not dwell. He wanted to feel the victory once.

"Um, now I want maghrib, nih. Honey is it okay here? The mosque's not a little far, is it? Do you want to kiss Ica by hand before going to the mosque? Okay, Honey?" say Ica with spoiled.

"Stop! You don't match her," Bayu's response. Ica's speech sounded amused and disgusting, Bayu thought. But he held back from saying it directly. If he said, he might not go to the mosque because he had to argue first with Ica. To avoid that, Bayu who had been ready to tidy up was immediately passed from the view of Ica and the family room.

"Eh, dear Bayu, where are you going?" ask Ica when the door is open.

"I said you weren't a good fit. Stop making calls like that! Enough talk, we continue after dinner after Isya. Order a food delivery later, all for Bi Ana as well. I want to go straight away. And you do not need to drive to the front of the house, so on. You also do not need to kiss my hand or welcome me in front of the house after returning from the mosque, I keep ablution. I also don't really like a woman who is too submissive with her husband. Now is not the time of patriarchy anymore," said Bayu straightforward and firm.

"Be careful on the road, honey," said Ica again do not want to give up to win this time alone. However, he was even stared at with a dislike and cynical view of Bayu. He immediately ignited his guts.

"M-Mas Bayu, be careful on the road. Assalamu'alaykum," Ica's erratous clumsy after getting a cynical look from Bayu.

"Wa'alaykumussalam," replied Bayu riled. Closing the door of his room with a huff.

Bayu and Ica remain their former personalities even though they are married.

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