Staycation With Boss
Apologies

Even during the night, Raka could not sleep. Just because the bed sheet alone, Raka actually makes his wife cry. Disappointments in his heart became everywhere still heard the stuffing of Adista when he slept.

Awake until midnight, Raka finally took a closer position. He hugged his wife even tighter and kissed her forehead for a moment. Raka closed her eyes and promised to make amends.

The next day, after work from La Plazza Hotel, Raka comes not empty-handed. But he bought a bed sheet of flowers for his wife. Not just one, but there are ten sets of bed linen and bed cover are all floral motifs as desired Adista.

"Honey," Raka said as soon as she had entered the room and searched for Adista's whereabouts.

The figure he was looking for seemed to have just tidied up a walk in closet that was in his room. Raka then grasped his wife's hand, he was about to take his wife down.

"Follow me a minute yuk," asked Raka.

"Where is it, Mas? Wait a minute, I just tidied up your wardrobe" said Adista.

"Udah, just stay first," Raka replied again.

Adista could only shake her head when her husband was like this. Not Raka's name if you don't like to force his will like this. However, Adista eventually complied and followed her husband to get out of the room.

"What do you really want to do, Mas?" ask Adista by walking more carefully down the stairs.

"Follow it first," replied Raka.

Afterwards Raka apparently took Adista to the living room. How surprised Adista when he saw the many sets of bed sheets and bed covers with flowers and various colors in the living room. The woman nodded as she looked at her husband.

"What does this mean?" ask Adista.

"You said you wanted a bed sheet of flowers. Yes, I bought all the latest series for you. There may be ten or twelve now. Still less?" ask Raka.

Adista was upset with her husband. Because, he had last night undo his intention not to buy bed linen with flowers. She did not want to make her husband feel uncomfortable.

"Last night I said ...."

Urung Adista finished his words, Raka had put his index finger on his wife's lips. Makes Adista unable to speak anymore.

"Mas, Mbok Darmi will know. The people who live in this house are not just us. There's ART too" says Dista.

"Eat him, don't bring up last night again. I brought it to my room?"

Without asking for ART help, Raka brought bed sheets with bed covers into the room. Adista eventually chose to bring a little and climb into the room. Once everything was in the room, Adista observed one by one the flowers in the bed sheet. The color is also diverse there are pink, green, white, and purple. However, once again Adista felt unsure that her husband would be comfortable with such a bed sheet.

"I regret yesterday being an insensitive husband. I should have better understood your condition of being pregnant and cravings. As my apology, I bought all of this for you" Raka said.

Adista listened to her husband. "Kan, I said I don't want it anymore, Mom."

"Don't just suppress your own feelings and desires. You also deserve to be happy and get what you want. Just a bed sheet. Doesn't married life bring two different people together with their desires and tastes?" ask Raka.

Now Raka also learned new things that the household life was united, working together, and also looking for a middle way together. Especially for the desire to be together all the time. In the middle of the road there will be a sense of incompatibility, not one taste, not even a feeling of not one vision. However, how to find a middle ground for any differences that can arise.

"I'd rather not sleep if it made you cry like yesterday" Raka replied.

The man without speaking began to take one step, closer to Adista. Then without a word, Raka immediately hugged his wife. Raka closed her eyes where she hugged Adista. He tightened his embrace. Raka has admitted honestly, last night he could not sleep well because it made Adista cry. It's just a matter of bed linen and it's very trivial. Raka was really sorry for it.

"I'm sorry your husband is. You want anything, crave anything, I'll buy it. It could have been the one who wanted the baby," replied Raka.

Adista who listened to her husband's words finally nodded her head. He hoped that Raka this time would be sincere, not because of being forced.

"Important Mas Raka was not forced. All of this means nothing if Mas Raka only lives it half-heartedly. Does not bring blessings if Mas Raka just forced," Adista replied.

Raka nodded slowly. "No, I didn't have to at all. What bed linen do you want me to wear first?"

Raka unraveled his embrace, he helped his wife choose which bed sheet she wanted to put in first. Adista could now smile. A President Director like Raka looks so sweet now. Adista approached her husband again and wrapped her hands around his waist.

"You are so sweet" said Adista.

"Sweet what? Come, choose. Let me put it on our bed. Wanna wear what color. All of this is the latest series, which. You must like it, right?" ask Raka again.

"Like. Want to wear that pink one?" adista asked by pointing at the pink bed linen with very beautiful flowers.

Raka then nodded her head. "Yes, I can."

Afterwards Raka immediately took the bed linen chosen by his wife and replaced the bed sheet. Previously the bed sheet without a gray motif was loose Raka, and replaced it with a new bed sheet with a floral motif. Raka also did not show any expression on her face. However, Adista tried to dive into her husband's face, guessing that there was an expression she could read there.

"Udah is done now. Sweet, like Mama and Papa's bed. It's always the flowers" commented Raka.

"Is it Yes?" ask Adista.

Raka then nodded her head. "Looks like this, the bed linen in Mama and Papa's room was always the flower bed. Don't your taste buds be like my mama?" ask Raka later.

"Yes, I don't know. I just suddenly wanted to. Buying one or two is enough. There is no need to buy that much either," Adista said by observing the number of sheets near the sofa.

"Yes, it's okay. Make replace. Once a week we change the bed sheet, yes already if you have wet it change course," replied Raka lightly.

Adista put her lips together and hit her husband's arm. "Ish, really nice. Wet what try. Your language is loh, Mas," replied Adista.

Raka then smiled thinly. "Yes, I made it wet. That's yeah. No, don't be angry anymore. Later tonight trial ah in a new bed of flowers," said Raka with so absurd.

"Dec, Papa you sometimes do," Adista replied by rubbing his stomach.

Haha ....

Raka chuckled in laughter hearing his wife's words. The man was happy. Not forced. If marriage is indeed to find a middle way to unite tastes and desires that are often different, then Raka will try to do it.