Staycation With Boss

Staycation With Boss
Like the Cinderella Story


Rajka firmly holds Adista's hand. The man immediately drove his car. Even now the car that Raka drove past Natasha just like that. Raka did not say hello, nor did Adista.


Honestly, if you are upset, of course, Adista feels annoyed. However, Adista did not want to put that into the heart. Moreover, she is pregnant, keeping her mood good will Adista do.


"You're distracted, Yang?" asked Raka slowly while continuing to drive her car.


"Honestly yes. However, in reality I am indeed Upik Abu right, Mas? That's the fact," Adista replied.


"Don't put it in the heart. After all, I've never seen you from your family background."


Raka said all that. Since first getting to know Adista, Raka did not pay attention to the background of the Adista family. When helping Desta for the operation, Raka did it sincerely.


"What's right, Mom? Is it true that you don't see me as a pathetic woman?" ask Adista slowly.


"Never at all. I'm interested in you. Until I went crazy and offered Staycation. Crazy right?" ask Raka.


Adista glanced at her husband. Sometimes that is Raka. Now, Raka herself feels how crazy she is about offering Staycation with Adista. The car Raka was driving now arrived at the apartment. The two then walked together and took the elevator to get to their unit.


Raka chooses to change her clothes first, while Adista chooses to relax for a moment and drink a glass of water. In silence, Adista thinks of himself sometimes his life is like Cinderella. She is an ordinary girl, a family background that is also ordinary, until finally attracted by wealthy men and from rich backgrounds such as Raka. However, Adista does not fall in love because of her husband's wealth. However, Raka who has a unique personality, sincere with her family, besides Raka also seems to love Desta, her sister.


If love grows up for a reason, it is indeed the character and behavior of Rakalah that makes Adista fall in love. Within three months of being Raka's wife, Adista also barely knew how much monthly money her husband gave her. Adista did not bother about it either.


"What the hell is that thinking?" asked Raka who was now following Adista who was sitting on the sofa.


"No," replied Adista.


"Thinking of Natasha's words? I told you not to put it in your heart. If he messes around, I'll ask security to block him from entering the La Plazza Hotel," Raka said now.


"Not because of that. I was just thinking about my life. Yeah, it's just like Cinderella. I'm Upik Abu, and you're his prince" Dista replied.


Raka fell silent. He stared at both of Adista's eyeballs with eyelids flashing a few times. Raka then embraced his wife. I don't know, it feels like Adista's speech makes Raka uncomfortable.


"I'm not a prince. I'm just Raka, not having the privilege of a Prince," he replied.


"Is love enough to make up the reason why Mas Raka has been fighting for me all this time?" ask Adista now.


"Very enough. Love is enough to be the main reason why I fight for you. Even that love was also the main reason for me to wait for you, clearing up your feelings with Rayyan. You doubt?" ask Raka.


Adista was silent for a while. Eventually, she asked her husband again.


"About Cinderella's fairy tale, the prince was pitying Upik Abu?" ask Adista.


Raka quickly shook her head. "According to my perspective, the Prince did not pity or pity Ella. That's love at first sight. It was also love that made the Prince find Ella and also marry the poor girl. Wipe out all her pain and live happily together. Happily after ever."


"Is that so, my mom?"


"hey are. I'm not sorry for you. Love is redeeming and giving happiness. That's what I'm trying to do" Raka said now.


Listening to Raka saying that sincerely, Adista shed her tears just like that. The words that Raka spoke were simple, but filled with meaning. Adista could feel for himself how much love was tucked into that strand.


Raka looked down, he slowly rolled tears out of his wife's eyes.


"Hey, don't cry" he said.


"Home day."


Raka smiled now. Time is only simple words and represent his true feelings successfully make Adista cry.


"You said I cheated, even now even moved," replied Raka.


Adista nodded his head. "Yes, sometimes the way you talk is sweet. Plus the expression of your face that taut and jutek that, but if both are the same me, you are different," replied Adista.


"Udah don't be sad. Bumil should be happy. Cinderella never used the prince's wealth. And so are you who have never used me. That's my monthly salary until you don't use it. Just spend. If it runs out, just ask and I give again," said Raka.


Adista shook his head."No, it's all operational from Mas Raka. Sin is wasting money away."


"Confusing yourself doesn't hurt. Now I'm working for you, for our baby."


"If only I asked for help to cover Desta's operation I used Mas Raka? Back then, all I had in mind was Mas Raka who could help me," said Dista.


"No, that's you asking for help. Even if you don't pinter. You want me to take Staycation. Yes already. Even though what happened in Lombok is really my control. To be sure, our son was born in marriage, dear. That's the main thing" Raka said.


"It's funny to remember the past, Mom. Jeez, crazy prank ... Until as soon as possible," replied Adista.


"Yes, if you don't cry it, hm, yes you can. Both are plain, Yang. Just put the ball into the goal," replied Raka.


Now Adista became annoyed with her husband's words. Adista silently bit her husband's chest. If Raka's speech is frontal it sounds annoying.


"Aw, it hurts, Yang .. don't bite to," Raka said with a swipe of her chest.


"Several minutes of Mas Raka's words moved me. Now, Mas Raka's speech makes nyebelin. Sebel," said Adista.


After that, Raka laughed. He hugged Adista now so tightly. Finally, Adista rested her head on her husband's chest. If surprised, of course not. That is how her husband is. So, Adista can adapt and accept her husband as well as the whole character. Living together in marriage does not require one to change his character. However, look for a middle ground to be your own person, adapt, and complement each other.