My allowance

Abi is opening his eyes and come out from the shower cubicle. He is drying his body and wrap it with the towel before he walks outside near my wardrobe to open his suitcase. His dripping wet hair make him look so sexy.

I am wrapping my hair with the towel and rushed to the bedroom door after using my bathrobe. I picked out my face to look at the person in front of the door.

"Miss, Madame is asking you to go to the guest room to get your make up done," the maid is telling me with her polite tone as instructed by my mother.

"Yes. I will be out in fifteen minutes after I use my clothes. I just finishes shower and I still wet," I inform her about my situation. My body is still with my bathrobe and the water from my hair still drip down into my face. She is nodding in agreement before retreating herself.

I turn my body after looking back the door and dry my hair with the towel. I can see Abi already wear his clothes from his silver suitcase. He is wearing white traditional blouse with a black trouser. He takes out his toiletry bag and goes back to the bathroom. He looks so handsome with this kind of clothes.

"Bi, are we still going to get married? You are not going to back off, right?" I ask him anxiously to understand his willingness to marry me.

"What are you talking about? How about if you are pregnant with my child and I bail out? What will happen with my child? You are really weird," he pushes my head to remind me about myself.

"Bi, we are forgetting about birth control. I will go to the pharmacy later on to buy the morning after pills tonight," I told him about the plan, and it makes him to stop everything.

"What did you say? A birth controls! A morning after pills! Larasati, we are going to become legally wed. if you are pregnant then I will be more than happier with the result. We do not have to delay it anymore," Abi is holding my arm to make me remember about our relationship regardless the outcome of our action.

"Bi, I am only twenty-two years old. I still want to go to work and if I get pregnant now, I have to forget everything. I have to become stay at home mother and become a full-time housewife," I try to protest with his decision to be responsible when I get pregnant.

"What is wrong with become full-time housewife and become the mother of our children? You still can pursue your life goal. I will support you all the way." Abi tries to talk me out for the idea of becoming housewife for him.

"Ah, it is hard to talk with you. I just not yet ready for all this craziness. Bi, do you know if I can use my Australian debit card to get some cash in this country," I ask him about the information regarding banking system in this city.

"Why do you need the cash for? Where is your credit card?" Abi asked me about my financial position. I have to get money out from my Australian bank where I am going to stroll around with street vendor. I can't pay with phone in this city.

"I am not having any rupiah in my wallet. I possibly can't get any rupiah for my wallet. I just need some information regarding the ATM machine in this city.

I turned around and wore leging inside a white brocade patterned shirt with pearl sequins. This dress had an Abaya model with long sleeves and a neckline that covered my neck decorated with a collar.

I asked Mas Abi for help to helpme button the dress on the back.

"You look beautiful, baby," Abi praised me as she kissed me on the cheek before she opened her purse. Mas Abi took out a hundred thousand bills as much as ten pieces before gave it to me.