Reana and Mario arrived in Munich, a city in Germany. In this city famous for Oktoberfest, beer tasting is a must. Alternatively, take a walk and visit the museums near Marienplatz, or take a bike tour and explore the famous English Garden.
Reana was here once with her best friend when they visited one of the museums for a college assignment.
Reana walked behind Mario's body because she didn't like his company. I don't know what was going through her husband's mind. Why should she be the one to accompany him?
If she were the choice, then why were his other three wives?
Reana sighed softly. Mario stopped in his footsteps, then Reana, who had not been paying attention, bumped into her husband's back. Reana looked up and stared at Mario's back.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Mario, looking at his wife.
"Nothing," Reana replied with a soft sigh.
You go straight to the hotel, the driver will take you there. I have somewhere to be," Mario said, looking at his watch.
"What? I'm going to the hotel. Then you're leaving? I don't want to. I'm here to accompany you, right? Why do I have to stay in a hotel? If you brought me here just to make me stay in a hotel, how is that different from home? "I'd rather stay at home." Reana was so chatty from earlier, making Mario chuckle at the sight.
"You're chatty, won't stop talking." Mario looked at his wife.
"We're still at the airport, I'll just go straight home to Berlin," Reana said as she was about to turn around, but Mario pulled back her collar.
"Where are you going, ha? You're not going anywhere. If you want to come with me, just say so." Mario shook his head.
"Mrs. Rea should have spoken more politely to Mr. Mario." Hans continued.
"Never mind. She doesn't need to do that."
Mario turned to look at his wife again. Mario grabbed his wife's body by wrapping his arms around her waist. Reana rounded her eyes and looked up at her handsome husband.
"Let go of me," Reana said.
"Let's go, Hans," said Mario, then stepped towards the car that was ready in front of them. Mario chuckled and looked away because he didn't want to make Reana realize the smile on his face.
Mario, who is known for being cold and flat, can laugh too, all because of Reana, as if Reana were able to drive away the loneliness in his heart.
Last night's incident managed to make Mario's heart. Even though Mario usually doesn't care about all these things, even his three wives never managed to make his heart better.
Mario then invited Reana to get into the car, and after Reana, Mario immediately got in too. Mario cleared his throat and stroked the back of his neck.
Reana turned to look at Mario.
"Is the job here important?" Reana asked.
"Important. That's why I need you here."
"What can I do until you need me?" Reana shook.
"You can comfort me," Mario replied, turning his head and looking into his wife's face.
Suddenly, Reana's heart was beating violently. This was the first time she had heard Mario's words that managed to made her proud of what Mario had said.
Reana cleared her throat and looked away again. "Never mind." Don't say that, I can't even comfort myself."
Mario cleared his throat, then kicked the chair where Hans was sitting. Hans nodded and understood the code.
Hans then turned around and handed Reana a black wallet.
"What's this?" asked Reana, looking at the sizable wallet. "How come it has my name on it?"
"Yes. It's Mrs. Rea's wallet."
"I have a wallet, why should I receive this?"
Inside is a black card and car keys. Also, 1000USD cash."
"What? What are you giving this for?" Reana knitted her eyebrows.
"You deserve it, since you are already the wife of Mr. Mario. All wives get the same thing. So, it's not just you."
"But there is a lot. And, I don't need all this."
"Use it for shopping as much as you want. Enjoy your own time if Mr. Mario can't accompany you," Hans explained.
"But-"
"Already, just accept it," Mario said.
"Isn't this too much? You already gave a lot of money to my family. Then you give me this again."
"Take it easy. This money and all these little things won't bankrupt me."
"But, do I deserve it?"
"Just accept it, all the cards inside have no limit, so whatever you want to buy won't make you run out of money," Mario continued.
Reana lowered her head, then looked at all the contents of the large wallet. It was appropriate that the contents were large; it turned out that everything had been given to her.
Is this how it is to be rich? Is this how it is to be a respected person? Can she buy anything with this black card?
"In addition, there is identification as the wife of Mr. Mario. So, wherever you go, your journey will be smooth and there will be no disturbances. If someone disturbs you, give them the ID."
"Is this a must?"
"Must. So that I can rest easily, too."
"Okay."
Reana looked at her husband's face. She could still get all this without having to earn her own money. Was this the pleasure she had wanted and dreamed of all along?
Her family was not rich; she had been able to eat from Dian's sweat, and now that she was married, she had earned the title of wife to Mario Julio Saverio. Mrs. Saverio.
Reana clutched the wallet, and Mario turned to look at his wife, who seemed surprised by the achievement she had received.
Mario was also happy because his wife's happiness was his happiness too.
Mario was moved, close to Reana too unlike his other wives.
For the first time, Mario also fucked one of his wives; all this time, he never touched anyone, but to Reana, he even did it happily and without a burden.
"Sir, we have arrived," said Hans. "I'm going down to see if Mr. Dams is inside."
"We'll wait here."
"Yes, sir."
Hans went downstairs and entered a small, closed shop.
"What is this place? Why is it closed?" asked Reana.
"You stay beside me and don't go anywhere. It's dangerous."
"What's wrong? Don't scare me."
"Nothing's wrong. It's just... It's quite risky. That's why I told you to wait at the hotel."
"I will accompany you. No matter what happens."
"But-"
"Already. Let's just go downstairs and meet who you want to meet here." Reana was so sure.