The Childish Husband

The Childish Husband
Too Ambitious


The middle-aged man always said that to Ben. Not without reason, but Papa Darman has lost his youth due to being too ambitious at work. Because of that experience, he always asked Ben to enjoy his youth.


"But I have a wife, Pa. Soon also have children" said Ben with a serious tone.


Papa Darman fixed his glasses. "You sure? Your youth won't play again, Ben."


"Yes, tau. But I'm tired of messing around, Pa." Ben who was sitting, is standing. He brought himself closer to his father so he could see the screen of the laptop.


He was trying to understand what Papa Darman was doing. But, it seems nil, because he understands nothing.


"Do you understand?" papa Darman asked Ben who looked so serious about understanding the contents of his laptop screen.


Ben folded both his hands. He was still trying to understand it, but what a force, the man never really learned. Were it not for the international school, he would not have been able to speak English either.


He then shook his head. "No" he answered. "I'll look at the others first, Pa." Ben's permission to see the work of the other employees.


The young man rushed to the other room. This office is indeed integrated with the hotel to make it easier to manage it.


Suddenly Ben's eyes widened when he saw a woman carrying the files into a room. Ben can recognize that the woman is the woman he saw last day while in the mall parking lot.


He took a moment. His curiosity is getting turbulent. He waited for the woman to get out of the room.


"Hey?" chirp Ben, say hello to a woman he doesn't even know. Unlike usual, Ben is so easy to get to know women.


If remembered, when he wanted to get acquainted with Lestari, the man even took two months to finally dare to talk to the woman who is now his wife.


"I?" ask the woman and point to herself. Everyone is busy with their work. There was Ben and himself there.


"Yes." Yeah." Ben's heart suddenly skipped a beat. "Who are you?" Cool face that is usually plastered on Ben's face, now seems to be lost inedible nervousness.


"I'm Clara, the accountant here. Can I help you?" ask the woman who turned out to be named Clara with courtesy. He did not know that the man he was talking to was the son of his boss.


"Ne-nothing. I just want to meet you." Ben was still nervous, he let out words from his lips in a potluck. He doesn't know what to say.


"Oh, me? What's the matter?" Clara was a little hesitant, for what kind of young man she wanted to get acquainted with. "May sit here first," take the woman like a Spanish guitar.


He thinks Ben is a guest who should be well served. Ben assented. They sat on a sofa that was available outside the room.


"If you may know, why would you want to meet me, yes?" Clara was endlessly curious.


"Pengen aja," replied Ben briefly. His lips suddenly could not move. His mouth could not make a sound because he was so nervous.


"Oh like that. If you want to meet the owner of this company, the room is right there." Clara shows her hand towards Papa Darman's room.


"Udah knows, I'm his son," he explained briefly, densely, and clearly. Makes Clara swallow.


"Oh, so you're Papa Darman's son, huh?" clara asked enthusiastically.


"Yes, right." From now on, Ben's view is not clear in which direction because of nervousness. However, now, he tried to set his eyes right on Clara's face.


"Oh yeah, what's your name?" ask Clara. Their eyes are now staring at each other.


"I'm Ben."


Clara then extended her hand as an official form of introduction. He also mentioned his name again, followed by Ben who again mentioned his name as well.


The beautiful and sharp-nosed woman is now trying to digest the purpose of Ben wants to get acquainted with her. He also felt Ben was interested in him. Moreover, Ben looked so young. It is not seen if the man actually already has a wife.


"Oh, I have to continue my work." Aware of having spent enough time with Ben, he also understands that he must continue his work, even though he is the heir to the throne of this company.


Clara grabs a card from inside her top pocket. "This is my business card. Call me later, yeah."


Which women refuse if invited to get acquainted with the subsidiary owner of the company. Moreover, women like Clara are crazy treasures. He is alone now, not in a relationship with anyone. Although, the other men who approached him were definitely there. And many too.


"Eh, no. We go outside to the cafe" suggested Ben. He is a subsidiary owner of this company, meaning he also has the right to do so at will.


"Duh, I don't dare, Ben," Clara refused. He really wanted to leave his job. He wanted to get to know Ben further. "Where, huh?" He began to give the code to the man he had just known.


"But I'll let you go to Papa" said Ben, relieving Clara. Ben went to Papa Darman's room.


Without knocking on the door first, Ben entered the room. "Pa, I'm going to the same cafe Clara, yeah. That was Ben's friend first" Ben said by making up the story. He and Clara had never known him before.


He had met Clara one day before. And how surprising, it turns out that the woman works in this place. Ben was grateful. I don't know what demon possessed him. He does not remember Lestari at all.


"Okay, Ben," replied Papa Darman soberly. He was still staring at his laptop screen.


Ben went outside Papa Darman and immediately invited Clara to go to the nearest coffee shop.


"We're just going there, on foot," asked Clara to direct. They also walk to their destination.


Arriving at the coffee shop, they ordered the same drink. Initially, Ben offered Clara, but the woman replied that she wanted the same drink with him to be more romantic. Ben also agreed.


Meanwhile, Lestari looked so exhausted at home. His stomach is getting heavy. He refused to shop. In addition to being tired to walk, he also still keeps stock in the refrigerator.


The woman was no longer enthusiastic to hear Ben wanted to work. No more preparing special meals for her husband. He will prepare what is.


"Capek really become pregnant women," complained Lestari. He washed the sweat that was on his forehead.