Married to a Big Boss
Cooperation

"Welcome, Mommy." Ica immediately greeted Bayu after hearing his greetings. Ica was at the dinner table with the food she bought from the food delivery.

"Come, eat, Mas," Ica bargained. The lady sat directly at the dining table. Choose a place that is directly facing Ica.

"Bi Ana is loved, right?" ask Bayu before eating his food.

"Udah, really, Mas." Ica hastened to serve Bayu. Serving her food, being a professional wife.

"This, you're using your money, right? From tomorrow I will transfer the money to your account. That's my living money for you, and the money to entrust to you buying things for home needs, shopping for groceries and items to clean up as well."

"Okay, Mas."

"If so, eat it first, Mas. We'll talk later. We're afraid we'll sprain when we're talking while eating."

"Yes, we'll obrolin that later. That was my intention."

Both focus on the food that is already in sight. Therefore, eating activities become faster.

"Chat in the room, yuk," Ica asked. Bayu also agreed.

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In room.

Bayu took a seat in a chair near the work desk, while Ica sat in her dresser chair.

"Because now that we are married, we must clarify our respective rights and obligations. This marriage is arranged because of arranged marriage, we are also tied to work, so, this is really crucial to talk about," Bayu began.

"You're making this marriage like a negotiation between two corporate insiders for cooperation, huh? What's the purpose of talking about that, as a deal, right?" Not nothing Ica has provoked his emotions. The beginning of Bayu reminds Ica of the true purpose of their marriage. Ica still rejects the fact that this marriage is like a cooperation between two companies.

"From the beginning of the marriage was also a covenant, Raisa. I told you this is crucial. It also protects your rights, kok," replied Bayu softly of concern. He knew this conversation would be difficult to discuss.

"Can't our marriage be considered a normal marriage? Ica want what happens after that. Do not negotiate rights and obligations. We both read books about marriage, right?" reply Ica is still in the same emotion.

"If so, do it, Raisa. Can you begin to give me my due, carry out your duties as a wife completely? Show me everything you cover, take off all the clothes you wear, give me an inner living! Are you ready? It's also in the wedding book we studied, right?" Bayu finally got carried away because of Ica's tone.

"Huh?" Ica began to equate her tone with Bayu. Start these two selfish arguments. Or is it more appropriate to argue?

"Something like that is done on the basis of liking. If anyone feels any objection, the fall becomes abuse." Ica defiantly not accept.

"Lho, why are you talking like that now?" challenge Bayu back.

"It's up to you to consider it what it looks like. I will keep talking about it because it is the most crucial thing. Before we got married, we had a discussion. I won't touch you if you don't want to. Like you said, something like that should be done on the basis of liking. Don't like it, you still hate me."

"Then, as I said, this is not a patriarchal age. You don't have to serve me excessively like preparing a change of clothes, getting me a side dish at meals, or having to look like a wife who is very obedient to her husband, welcome when going home or going outside. I know it should be able to exercise your independence by taking care of others, but I disagree. There are still other things that can train you about independence, such as the initial purpose of our marriage."

"You are free to spend the monthly money that I will transfer later. That's one way to exercise your independence, make the best budget out of that money and allocate it to the right posts. If you feel less, I can't add. You also know, I'm not the owner of a company like Dad or Papa."

"Maybe about giving me the best food you can cook is your duty as a wife, but, I also do not mind if you ask an assistant to cook. You can clean this room to do your duty as a wife. I'll clean the workspace so we break even. Try these two rooms no one's cleaning it up but us."

"What about inner living? I have no problem holding it. I also have no problem if you will continue to sleep with a hijab on your head. But you how? Are you as an adult woman who has had a husband will be able to withstand the turmoil? Moreover, we sleep in one bed."

Finally, Bayu gives Ica a chance to give her an opinion.

"It doesn't matter either. Because of Ica's double job, Ica didn't have time to think about it. Ica is also busy knowing even though it looks like a gini. Arresting business, it can. Wong Ica has never dated before. Have a friend aja little, just know him bentar doang, want a girl want a guy, no one at home memenan same Ica. Since there was no experience, Ica was still innocent, still pure as well as her mind."

"Yeah? I hope I can believe your words."

"That goes for Mas Bayu too."

"Now, how can you stop hating me? Is there a way for me to make you fall in love? I told you back then, I would be the ideal husband for you, I could change too."

"Udah, ah, think to yourself. Don't ask for anything to know."

"Please tell me."

"Kayak gini's turns talk magic word smoothly." Ica blatantly sneered at Bayu this time.

"Raisa, please tell me," repeated Bayu, now sounds softer because previously he was still carried away by the flow of negative emotions.

"Ica's not sure Mas Bayu can start."

"I'll try."

"As Ica said, Ica wants Mas Bayu to call with the short name Ica. Call with the suffix 'Ca' too. Our relationship is already believed, but Mas Bayu is still formal just like Ica. Gimana want to continue to the stage of love wong Mas Bayunya still can not call so to Ica. What's wrong with Caca, Mom? Mas Bayu seemed to..," Ica realized his words began to slur. He even dragged others into his household problems. Bayu is also prepared to reject Ica's argument about how Ica wants to be called. Finally, the speech he put off.

"Once again, forget about being a good husband. Mas Bayu can be who Mas Bayu is. It's no problem, though. But the answer is no problem." Ica relented. He switched this conversation by doing his regular skincare before going to bed, mumpung already sitting in front of his dressing table.

"What's wrong with Caca? What do you want to say, Raisa?" Bayu wondered in his mind.

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