HoneyMoon

"Hey, why are you being so rude to this woman!" said a man who happened to bump into Ramon.

"Hey, she's my wife, why are you micromanaging our lives!" replied Ramon very curtly.

Rika then approached the man and thanked him for his concern. The man then introduced himself to Rika; his name was Komang, and he happened to be a lawyer. He admitted that he was unhappy to see a man who was supposed to be polite to his wife could be that rude in public.

Komang, who was worried about Rika's condition, then gave her his business card and asked Rika to contact him if she needed help in the future.

Rika slipped the business card into her pocket without Ramon's knowledge. After a brief conversation and not wanting to make Ramon even angrier, Rika hurried after Ramon, who seemed to have left her for the car that would take her to the villa.

Komang's attitude made Ramon realize that he had been too rude to his innocent wife; he also had to change his attitude towards Rika if he still wanted to be with his wife.

Besides, if Rika left his side before his father's inheritance was obtained, his struggle to marry his wife would be in vain.

Right now, his parents hadn't accepted his marriage, which meant he wasn't out of the woods yet.

Finally, Ramon and Rika arrived at the parking lot and headed for the car that would take them; the driver put the two suitcases and a few small bags the new couple had brought into the car's trunk.

Once everything was ready, they started the journey to the villa. On the way to the villa, about 20 kilometers from Denpasar Airport, Ramon became sweet to Rika again.

"I'm sorry if I've been getting angry with you lately," Ramon said as he gently stroked Rika's face.

Happy that Ramon had been kind to her again, Rika leaned her head on his shoulder. She realized that sometimes her husband would be fierce when tired or upset.

Finally, the car carrying Ramon and Rika arrived at the villa where they were on their honeymoon; this villa was so beautiful, with a view of the calm and blue Balinese sea.

Remembering that Ramon asked his wife to use lotion before going out because today's sun was shining so brightly. Ramon's attention fascinates Rika; even though her husband is very rude, he returns to being a very sweet man to her when he is gentle.

Noon soon approached, and several employees delivered their lunch to the villa. A grilled chicken, a basket of rice, pickles, and fresh pineapple juice made for a refreshing menu on this hot day.

Rika, starving because she hadn't had breakfast, immediately ate her large lunch; Ramon, who was watching her from afar, could only marvel at Rika's huge appetite.

"Understandably, she's never seen good food!" sneered Ramon as he continued to observe his wife. "You're not eating?" asked Rika as she kept busy with her plate.

Ramon still needs to answer. Instead, he looked away and returned to his cell phone. Not getting an answer from her husband, Rika continued her lunch; this grilled chicken tasted good.

Rika, who looked at the rice in the basket, then recalled her parents, who lived a difficult life in the village; who knows what her parents would say if they knew she was now on vacation with her sometimes fierce, sometimes kind husband?

Occasionally, Rika wiped her tears, remembering all the bad things that happened during her life; she was just an innocent village girl who dreamed of being able to study in Bandung and return home with a degree for her parents' pride.

But that dream was not as easy as imagined; sometimes, when her parents could not send money, Rika was forced not to eat for several days. It was sad for her, but she didn't want to burden her parents.

Now, she could marry Ramon, who, despite his fierceness, was still willing to give her food this good.

Ramon, who realized Rika was crying, approached his wife and asked what made her cry this time. Rika did not answer; she could only lean her head on Ramon's shoulder and cry as much as she could.

"Never mind, just tell me. I don't like you crying like this," Ramon said as he stroked Rika's hair.

"Don't get angry again; I'm scared," Rika whispered as she wiped away her tears. Ramon took a deep breath; he could never be gentle with women.

It was his nature, but to get the inheritance from his father, he had to change for the time being. "I'm sorry, I was just tired!" Ramon said with a fake smile.

Of course, it was a miracle for Ramon to apologize to the woman he made cry.

Back when he was still with his ex-wife, never once had this rich man been able to say those words in his five years of marriage.

It was too expensive for him to be able to apologize to anyone, including his parents, but for the sake of Rika still wanting to live in this fake marriage, he was willing to say it, and of course, he hoped this was the last time.

After finishing lunch in the villa, Ramon took his new wife to the beach, which looked so tempting to his eyes that he immediately used a sunblock so that his skin would not get sunburned. Rika then opened the villa's glass doors, facing directly to the beach.

They then played with the sand and seawater that afternoon. The crashing waves made their day; before they knew it, it was late afternoon, and they were rushing into the villa. Ramon asked his wife to shower first because he wanted to call his sister Nanda to tell her about his honeymoon with Rika.

["Hello, Nanda!"] Ramon greeted Nanda over the phone.

["Hi, how was your honeymoon?"] asked Nanda, who was very happy that Ramon had finally contacted her.

Ramon then told her everything from when he left for the airport until he arrived at the villa.

Nand was very grateful that all her brother's plans were going well.

Nanda also told him that his father had prepared a lawyer to put Ramon's name on the list of beneficiaries of his estate.

["Great, once I get the inheritance I can immediately banish Rika from my life!"] Ramon whispered to Nanda.

"What did you say earlier, what do you want me to do?" asked Rika, who was already near Ramon. Ramon was shocked and realized Rika had listened to his conversation with Nanda.