Three months ago …
Priska had just stepped out of a building. She had just taken the TOEIC, TOEFL, and IELTS tests. She had come here after undergoing various tests at her husband, Indra Hendrawan's request.
Indra was a business owner, a majority shareholder, and had once tried being a commissioner in one of his companies but hadn't lasted long due to boredom. Indra preferred a free life with a smooth-running business, while he was content to receive the profits and had the right to invest that money in other businesses if he wished. Indra had it all because he was the youngest son of a conglomerate, the founder of Sigma Future Group, or in other words, Priska's father-in-law.
"Hey, my dear husband."
Priska got into the car, her husband grinned at his cheerful wife. The car drove towards Genevie Luxe Dept. Store, and they were going to meet Priska's mother for lunch. Indra's mother-in-law was the owner of the famous department store brand, with branches only in major cities, and Priska was the next owner if her mother retired.
However, Priska was currently pregnant and was more interested in being an ordinary employee, as for the past four years she had been a civil servant under the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but was dishonorably dismissed simply because Indra, who was still her boyfriend at the time, had kidnapped her for a nearly month-long vacation in Dubai.
"Are you happy to be going back to work?" Indra asked.
“Oh, absolutely,” Priska replied enthusiastically.
"But I'm not happy. What if another man hits on my wife? You're 26 and still look so cute." Indra was jealous.
Priska laughed, she playfully hit Indra's shoulder. "Babe, I'm pregnant. Don't think like that. I promise, it's only for two or three months. Just like we agreed at the beginning."
"The problem is, most affairs happen at the office, Pris. There are many cases like that," Indra complained.
The sky was very bright today without a cloud, making Priska's mood good. Her belly wasn't too big yet and she could still do normal activities. After getting married, she and Indra lived in her mother's big house.
Her mother had divorced Rica's father because she couldn't get pregnant again, while Priska was the child of her first marriage. So, Indra had to compromise so that the mother and daughter, who had been separated for more than a decade, could share their affection.
She glanced at her angry husband. Actually, the idea of working again was something Indra didn't like, but he still gave Priska the opportunity to work normally before focusing on other things. Namely, being a mother, a wife, and starting to learn to manage the department store under the guidance of her mother and Indra. Well, Priska had to accept her fate of continuing the business, because Rica was still studying and didn't want to get involved in that world. Besides, the name Genevie Luxe Dept. Store sounded very much like Priska, or Priska Amelia Genevie. Her mother said it was because she loved Priska very much.
 “Oh, come on, Sir. Who would possibly be interested in me?”
"Who knows? Maybe one of my sons?" Indra said without looking back.
"Huh? Sons? Isn't our child still in my belly?" Priska chuckled.
However, Indra glanced back with a sharp gaze, then continued driving. "Don't you believe me, darling? I mean my three bastard CEOs. Ethan, Sammy, and Boy. They're young and about your age."
“Why would I have an affair with a CEO when I already own the company’s owner?” Priska smiled smugly at her husband.
“Nice one, Priska. Smooth talker!” Indra teased.
"Your money is much more. It's like you're the one giving them jobs, while they're just managing the company."
Priska was a loyal person, she wasn't the type who easily fell in love, and all of Indra's worries were unlikely to happen. Just three months, then focus on living as Priska Amelia Genevie, her real name given by her parents. Because before that, she had been raised in an orphanage for 21 years of her life as Priska Pratiwi. Thanks to Indra, she knew that she was actually the child of a rich family who had been missing for a long time.
"Don't be jealous, okay?" Priska held her husband's jaw, amused because she thought Indra looked very funny when he was jealous.
"Okay. So, how many rounds do we want tonight? Sex where? Hotel?"
Priska rolled her eyes. "Remember, we already have a baby."
"Yes, babe."
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Genevie Luxe Dept. Store, owned by Priska's mother. They held hands and walked towards a restaurant. Priska was just looking around for the sake of window shopping because she already had too many clothes in her closet.
A department store is a large general store that offers a variety of goods and services in one place. There is a restaurant, sports and recreation equipment, and a beauty salon for self-care.
Some clothes, shoes, and jewelry had the Genevie Luxe label, the result of collaboration with trusted producers and designers. There were also many other well-known brands at Genevie Luxe Dept. Store that collaborated with special agreements.
"Want to buy new clothes?" Indra asked.
"I already have a lot of clothes." Priska complained, she held Indra's arm.
“I meant clothes your husband likes,” Indra whispered.
Priska pinched her husband's waist, the man chuckled but still led Priska to a clothing store. A woman dressed in a typical pencil skirt, a shirt covered by a long-sleeved blazer, and her hair neatly bunned immediately approached the couple. The woman politely and kindly asked what kind of clothes they were looking for.
Indra said he wanted clothes like the mannequin was wearing in front, but in black or maroon. Priska couldn't say anything to maintain Indra's dignity in front of other people, it wouldn't be funny if they argued about clothes with less material in a public place like this. Of course, the female shop assistant looked shocked for a few seconds and tried to be professional again. Instead, Priska was embarrassed and hid in her husband's strange arm.
“You’re such a jerk,” Priska muttered firmly, squeezing Indra’s arm.
"Why? Later, when Inka is born, we'll go on another honeymoon to make a second baby," said Indra, he stroked Priska's head.
Hearing that made Priska look up at Indra. "Who's Inka? What if the baby is not a girl?"
“I’ve got a feeling it’s a girl. You’ve been moodier lately,” Indra teased.
"You're so full of it," Priska grumbled.