MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

PANTIES

"Yeshaaak! Where are my panties?" he screamed from inside the room. Fucking bocil! With my lethargic steps to the room. Up at the doorway of the room, my steps stopped, these eyes widened in disbelief.

"Goddessa, bociiiiil! What are you doing?!"

"CCD fingers, Ma'am," he answered lightly while continuing to tear apart the pile of clothes that originally folded neatly in the closet. Now most of them are on the floor and on the mattress. I took a deep breath, slumped and sat on the floor. Limply. Sitting on foot in the doorway, staring lethargicly at the scattered clothes.

"Well, how come there's even a slap there to, Ma'am? Here help her run, dong! You said I should get to work. Bad luck, I admit."

It felt like crying on the floor to see the stifling appearance of the chest. Hufh, it feels like I want to turn that child into his original place.

"I told you if you wanted to get a shirt or pants that's not the way. Why so again and again, bociiiiil!"

He grinned, looking at the room that had been like a broken ship. Scratch his head, which I'm sure doesn't itch.

"Hehehe, maap, forgot," he said with a cry.

"Just don't want to know, finish all those clothes. Return to the place!"

"Home, Ma'am!" answer it with respect. I stood up, ready to go back to the kitchen.

"Eh, Ma'am, wait a minute!"

I turned to face him again, stopping swinging a step. "What else is it?"

"****** ******** where?"

I pat the jidat. "Well! Eaten by kalik!"

"Mom!"

Again, I turned around and paused my steps towards the kitchen. He glanced at her while shaking his waist. It feels like my tubers are ready to explode because of his kebawel.

"What else is it?!"

"What's this smell, huh? I think there's a bad smell, ma'am." He's sniffing. Me either.

"Goddessa!" I then ran to the kitchen.

*****

"Have you cleaned up her clothes?" ask me when the baby pulls the chair ready for breakfast.

"What is an omelet, Ma'am?"

"African omelet!" my murmur. Then put all the omelet scorch to his plate. He silently looked at the egg with a concerned look.

"This ... for me, Ma'am?"

I'm scissoring. "Yes. Must be finished!"

"If it's not over, how?"

I formed scissors with my index and middle fingers.

"Duh, don't Mbak, still the growth period already wants to be trimmed again," he murmured.

"Bak, bribes, yuk!" bring him.

"Males!" I rush to get my omelet that does not burn. Drink, then stick your tongue out at him. He swallowed. Nyengir enjoys her african eggs, which may have their hooks.

"Mom!"

"What elseiii?!"

"Don't go anywhere first!" disallow.

"Why?"

"Let me eat it while looking at your sweet face, Ma'am. Let the bitter taste of this egg be slightly reduced." I glanced, washed dishes, and washed the cookware I had used. Bocil still had trouble spending his breakfast. I went to the room, checked if the clothes were really neat. Turns ....

"Bolciii!" I growled when I found him putting his clothes in the closet at first.

"Sir, I went to work first, yeah. Yeeee!" he shouted while running out of the house, looking safe.

"Bolciiiiiil! Look out for you, yeah!"

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