Married Bocil

CHAPTER 11

I opened the bathroom door knob with my hair down. Still a little awkward actually. Thankfully, I was drying my hair. But unfortunately the shape of my swaying hair started to turn straight back. Too bad my hair is fighting. Huhoo!

“Bar, the order has come yet?” Ask me to ask about the order we ordered. Let me wear my hijab before his brother comes.

“Numbered, sis. I'll take it later, brother stay here.”

“And you're sick again, let me just.”

“Nothing, brother. It's a little better.”

“Yaudah, it's up to you.”

Shortly after the two of us had a conversation, the long-awaited one came. Who else if not obag ojol. Hehe. I see Bara is fine now. The proof was that he walked out on his own to take the order. He had previously complained of pain. But why now not even like a sick person? Is he fooling me already? By pretending to be sick so I could pay more attention to her. Jesus, Bara!!!! Look out, you! I'm working back ah. Hehehe.

“Aaaaaaak!!” I screamed in pain.

Bara who was carrying the order while stepping back into the room immediately panicked with deathly pale. Haha! Rasain you, Bar! Who told you to fuck me. Huh!

“Kak! Brother why?” He was trying to help me.

“Don't know, Bar. I suddenly slipped like that.”

“Yeah, brother. Here let me help.” He said while helping me stand up.

While I myself act with complaints of not being able to walk, because my legs are still sick due to falling slipped earlier.

“Yaudah, I'm carrying aja yes, sis? Brother can not walk first.”

“No need, Bar. I can do it myself kok.” I pretend. Haha! Is delicious you.

“Udah sister diem aja.” He said as he lifted my body and led me to the edge of the bed. The game's just starting, Bar. You're ready I'll do the next job.

Bara carried me and laid me down on a soft bed carefully. Maybe he thinks I'm really in pain. Haha.

“Bar.” Call me when he is opening some food packaging that has been delivered brother ojol earlier.

“Iya, sis? Brother want me to bribe his meal?”

“No, I ate alone.”

“I bribe aja ya?”

“You're doing maksa anyway?”

“Yaudah, it's up to sister.” He said while giving me the food. It seems like he's getting upset with me

I also started eating with the condition of sitting on the bed. Yeah, I eat in bed. Like a really sick person. Uh, but am I acting sick, right?

“Bar, I want to drink.” Saying to him. He gave me the mineral water. His face still looks flat, not usually. Huh! Very nice of you, Bar. Just because I don't want to be bribed anyway.

“Bara, I haven't finished talking about that.” Saying again. My food is not nearly finished.

“You said what sister?” Answer's flat.

“I-iya, sis. I u-it's a little bit neglected now.” Her speech stammered.

“Oh, good deh.” My spoken.

“Emang why if I'm still sick?”

“The camera is more spoiled. I find it hard to go anywhere. It's better if you're healthy.”

“Yes even good if I'm sick, sis.”

“What's good? You become like a child. Very spoiled, a little asked for dielus-elus. Keep asking to be hugged.”

“Good dong, brother. Because we're getting closer. So, it's more romantic that hehehe.”

“That's what you want.”

He just smiled with a grin displaying his white teeth. It's so strange, kid. Angry, now it has changed again. I still want to get him. Until he tells me that he has taken care of me also under the pretext of stomach pain.

My food's gone, Bara's done eating too. It feels like lazing after a full stomach. I'd like to play my phone for a while. Checking notifications from my literacy group. While Bara, she was tidying up her belongings to be moved to the closet. Some of my things are also neatly arranged by him. Only a suitcase filled with clothes that he should not trim. That's just let me.

After finishing the cleaning, he approached me to the bed and joined the fall beside me. Suddenly his arms twitched spoiled hugging me again. Jesus, Bara. Just like this little boy. This is the name of not having a husband, but momong adek.

“Sister's foot still hurts not?”

Ask. Still in position.

“Still.” Answer lies.

“I massage yes, sis?”

“Emang can you massage?”

“Can dong, I often massage Mama if you are sore.” Uuh, cute. Your mother's son is also you. I can pinch? Ahaha!

“Yaudah my incandescent now.” Answer's ready.

“But have to change clothes and pants first kak.”

“Hah? How come? Just roll the pants in order.”

“So brother, you have to wear pants and short clothes first. Later I massage it so complicated if so.”

Yes also, everywhere if in massage must be told to change clothes. Why did I agree with her words earlier.

“Yaudah, if so you take-in my intact suitcase. I'm gonna go get his shirt and pants.”

He complied, but his smile still did not fade. What's he planning? Smiles are unclear. I was still with the flat face that I displayed for him. I opened my suitcase and picked up a short t-shirt that, when seen as too small, was actually the only short shirt I had. I used to wear it only for the interior before wearing long clothes. The reason is not easy to sweat and clothes that are on the outside.

And super smooth and adem silk shorts. I honestly hesitate to wear these clothes. His pants are also very short. Because it is for the interior before wearing trousers or skirts. This habit I've been doing since childhood. I don't know, my mother told him to wear short clothes first before wearing clothes that are used for the outer layer. Mother said, so that our bodies are not so transparent as seen by others.