That night, in their room, Priska woke up when she realized her husband had returned, as Indra was hugging her from behind. She glanced at the wall clock, noticing it was already late. Indra apologized for waking her up and said he just wanted to lie down for a bit before going to shower.
"You're home late. Any problems?" Priska asked, smiling softly because one of Indra's hands was already holding hers.
"Just finished with work. Don’t ask me anything, Babe," Indra grumbled.
Priska turned to face him so she could see her husband's tired face after a long day at work. Honestly, she still didn’t fully understand how Indra worked, but she respected his desire not to discuss work when he was home.
"Are you tired?" Priska asked, gently stroking his head.
"Very tired," Indra replied with his eyes still closed.
Indra was still dressed neatly, just like he was in the morning, though his face showed clear exhaustion. He looked both tired and slightly more affectionate. Priska suggested he take a warm shower and then go to bed, but Indra asked to be woken up in 15 minutes.
Priska allowed him to be spoiled like this. Instead of waking him up after 15 minutes, like Indra had asked, she let him sleep for half an hour. Indra woke up on his own and headed for the bathroom. Since Priska was already awake, she decided to leave the room and head to the kitchen to prepare a warm drink and some snacks. A glass of milk and fruit slices were enough.
In the kitchen, she was surprised to see Rica suddenly appear from downstairs, holding a sharp knife in her right hand. Her sister grimaced with embarrassment. "Oh, sis."
"Ca, what are you looking for?" Priska asked, entering the kitchen.
"A knife, Sis. I’m hungry, want to make some noodles with vegetables," Rica replied.
Priska quickly tied her long hair into a messy bun. For a moment, Rica grinned, her gaze focused on the new clothes she had recommended for Priska to wear to please Indra.
"What?" Priska furrowed her brows.
"Since you’re already in the kitchen, could you also make me some fried rice? Please, Sis, I’m begging you," Rica asked with a pleading look.
Priska shrugged indifferently. "Sure, but after I take care of my husband, okay?"
"Got it, Boss!"
"But I think he wouldn’t approve of that office outfit with a skirt, Ca. Too girly. He prefers simple things like pants and a blouse, so it doesn’t stand out," Priska continued.
"Well, just wear the skirt stuff at home before you two have your cuddle ritual, Sis," Rica said casually.
Priska flicked her younger sister’s temple, and they both laughed. Rica then began preparing the ingredients for the meal from the fridge. "The important thing is, I already got pocket money from him, Sis. Oh, but I think he’s right. You shouldn’t dress too nicely for work, so no one else will fall for you."
"I get it. Ca, I’m going upstairs now," Priska said.
"Okay, Sis. Don’t forget to come back here after," Rica cheerfully replied.
Priska headed upstairs again. Indra was sitting with a pillow behind his back, replying to messages. He placed his phone on the table before taking the fruit and milk. Priska climbed onto the bed to accompany him while he ate. They began discussing the results of Priska’s English proficiency test they had taken some time ago.
"Tomorrow, I’ll explain how you can work again," Indra said.
"I promise, just three months."
***
In the afternoon, at a traditional Japanese restaurant, the newlyweds sat on the floor, cushions beneath them, in a private room. For the past half hour, they had been talking about Mom being upset that Rica had woken up late this morning. Rica had a morning class and needed to get up earlier to leave on time. It was probably because Rica had stuffed herself with fried rice and noodles, then stayed up late, making it hard for her to wake up even after Mom had called her several times.
Indra and Priska were both shocked to see Mom, who was usually graceful and gentle, so angry. After all, Mom hadn’t been mad when she accidentally saw a video of Indra and Priska being intimate while on vacation in Dubai, even though they were still just dating back then.
"That girl’s behavior is always so unpredictable, huh? No wonder she makes Mom angry. I get angry every time she pulls something. Do you remember when she crashed into a tree while trying my car collection? That brat. She cried uncontrollably, asking Mom to pay for the repairs after I scolded her. I felt bad for Mom," Indra said.
Priska had just put a piece of sushi in her mouth and nearly choked from laughing at the memory. Rica wasn’t used to driving a manual car, and she had been nervous and miscalculated, causing the accident. Luckily, it happened in a quiet area.
"The eyeliner smeared down her face. Rica looked like a ghost crying under a tree at night," Indra added, recalling the event.
Priska almost couldn’t hold her laughter in. "Babe! I’m eating," she groaned after swallowing her food and drinking some water. Indra laughed, and Priska joined in.
A moment later, the door was knocked, and Indra invited the person in. Priska tried to remain calm and polite. The middle-aged man who entered seemed very respectful towards Indra. Who was he? Priska wondered to herself.
"How can I help, Sir?" the man asked.
Honestly, Priska still felt a bit unfamiliar whenever someone older referred to her husband as "Sir," as it sounded so distant, while she was used to Indra being affectionate with her.
Indra’s demeanor had become so cool now, with his gaze sharp and authoritative when he looked at the man. Priska couldn’t help but think to herself, "Is this really my husband?"
She had forgotten the complicated history between her and Indra in the past. Now, for her, there was only one Indra—the warm and sweet one. But the business side of him was also quite impressive.
Indra pretended to cough. "Let me introduce you to my wife, Sir. She’s pregnant. Please keep an eye on her while she’s working, okay? I’ll leave her with you for a while, maybe two or three months," Indra said.
The man’s eyes widened in surprise at Indra’s statement, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled politely as he looked at Priska. "Understood, Sir."
Indra then started discussing something Priska didn’t understand—business matters and the company. In any case, if the company went bankrupt, Indra would be the one most affected. Despite all the privileges Indra had since birth, he wasn’t as people often assumed. People thought Indra was careless and never took things seriously, but the truth was that the weight of his responsibilities was immense, and Priska did her best to be the place where Indra always returned.