MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Over Gombal

Arriving home is already approaching magrib. I took a shower and relaxed in front of the television. While drinking coffee and snacking on branded chips that I had bought in the mini market after returning from Blue Banyu Lake.

Korean drama making baper, sad ending. Makes me sob because of the sobbing. Where the main characters finally choose to let go and let go of each other. While loving each other. But, they are willing to sacrifice their feelings for the sake of the family.

"Well, why cry again, Ma'am?" After taking a shower, the baby followed sitting next to me.

I gushed a tear with a tissue on the table, then shook my head. "No papa. Baper is just as drakor."

He's getting stuck. "Basar chick ya, baper sama drakor until segitnya. I'm surprised, I swear!" He shook his head. Then I sipped the coffee I made for him. Then eat the rest of my chips.

"That's unopened, right, there is. Why eat my side?"

"The rest of the beautiful people are delicious, Ma'am." He was very excited to chew.

"Mom!"

"What?"

He changed his position to tilt towards me. I was excited to wait for him to talk. When viewed from his expression it looks like he will talk about serious.

"Now, yes, it's good!" her word.

"Shhhh!" hissing, I also stopped talking. I pulled both sides of my shoulder to face him. Then after we sat face to face on the sofa, both of my hands were held. Our eyes meet each other. My heart's hammering.

He took a deep breath, took a step to talk. What's the matter, anyway? Shoot away? Masa, anyway?

"Sir, if I were a tear, I would be born from your eyes, live on your cheek, and die on your sex lips."

I flinch, looking at him. Enjoying the warm gelenyar that runs the body.

"But .. If you're a tear, I won't cry ...." He stopped his words, looking at me in such a way.

"Why is that?" ask me when he doesn't continue his sentence.

"Because I don't want to lose you, ma'am."

The deg!

I pulled my hand that he held. Return to the original position. "What does the cirain say? I don't know what doang is!" my ketus.

"But like it, kaaan?" He leaned his face to my side, raising his eyebrows.

"B only!"

"Masaaa?" He put his head on my shoulder. I put on a smiley lip.

"For a long time I could over load, Cil, if you keep on gembelin!" my ketus. Put on an upset face.

"Over dosage, ov-er do-sis, o-v-e-r d-o-s-i-s, '" he whispered. I tilted my head, he whispered it very close to my ear. His breathing made me giggle and shudder amusedly.

"One more, gombalin, not gembelin!" he added, we continued to break up together.

"For a long time I'm horrified, Ma'am, if you become this simple."

"Kan, you're the one teaching. The woman depends on how the man is," I reply.  Continue to strangle towards him. He's mangosteen.

Without cue we compactly reach for coffee cups that have started to cool. Then lyrics to each other.

"Jiaaaah, fiks, we are indeed a soul mate, yes, Ma'am, it turns out."

I rolled my eyes, sipped coffee, and put the cup back on the table. We were silent seriously about the news on television.

"Nuts!" call me after a while no more chatter is created.

"Yes, why, Mother?" He was facing me.

"If you were ...."

"Shhhh!" hisses, while attaching the index finger to these lips.

"Denger yes, Ma'am! I don't want to be anything else. I've been so grateful and so happy to be your husband, to be able to take care of you, to be with you when you like and suffer, until death separates."

I hit him with a pillow in the corner of the sofa. "Who would want to make a few?! People want to talk seriously too!"

He's snapping. "What did you say? Want to express your feelings, Mom. Please, I'm ready to listen, don't be afraid of rejection. I'll definitely take it."

I clenched frown in front of his face. Gemes knows not, anyway. He even put on a cute pretentious expression. Uh, it's cute, anyway.

"Can it be serious, can't it, Cil?"

"I've said a lot, haven't I, Ma'am, I'm a million rius as you!"

"Yes, yeah, what do you want to say, Ma'am?"

I exhaled a rough breath. "If you're a food dealer, I don't cook. So how do we eat our malem? Want to pesen or cook?"

She grinned. "It turns out that after I checked, my money wasn't enough. Make a job tomorrow, like there's nothing."

I snorted in annoyance. Then move to the kitchen. He's tailing.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. In exchange, I helped cook, deh. Okay, but Ma'am don't sulk, yeah!" He stood up to prevent me from opening the refrigerator.

"Whatever you are, Deh, cil! Move aside! People want to check the ingredients and even stand there!" She moved her body away from the front of the refrigerator.

It turns out the cooking ingredients are over. I closed the refrigerator door again. Males really came out again. But how else, have to shop, here.

"Why shut down again, Ma'am?"

"Nothing to cook, Cil. Exhaust all. Stay white water in a bottle, soy sauce the same sauce and milk doang. The milk also stayed a little."

"Well, let's go shopping!"

"Hemh! Looks like, have no money, no shopping," ledekku.

He grinned, scratching his head. "Yes, take money, Ma'am, dong. Later if I pay again, I change."

*****

Arriving at the mini market, I immediately entered and took whatever was needed, helped by the Bocil. Once we feel enough, we go to the place of payment.

"So, Ma'am, there's less." The bocil then returned to the storefront shelf looking for nothing. I stood in front of the beautiful cashier who was silently watching the Bocil.

"Khem!"

The cashier in front of me was snapped. Smiling at me. "Eh, yes, how, brother?"

"It's it first, yeah!" my word.

"Oh, yes, Brother. Ready." While counting my total groceries, the beautiful cashier in front of me continued to steal a glance at the Bocil.

The bocil nambang groceries in the form of snacks and cold drinks turned out. When I was waiting for change, the leak took his groceries to where the motorbike was parked.

"That was his sister, huh, brother?" ask the beautiful cashier while extending a change.

"Why?"

"Great handsome," he replied with a whimper wrong behavior.

I smiled maksa. "Oh, excuse me, yes!" pamittu.

"He's still single, isn't he, brother?"

Buset bye, this is a pretty cashier, but ngeselin, yes!

"This is Brother, nitip," he said as he stretched out a paper.

"What, anyways?" I asked while observing the paper in hand.

"That's my WhatsApp number, brother. If his sister is still single, can dong matchangin, brother. I'm still single, too, brother. Ready to be a good sister-in-law."

I nodded with a mutter. Then pass.

"Sister, don't forget the number love her sister, yes!" he shouted as I was ready to close the door of the mini market. I shakes in disbelief. Women today have amazing guts.

When I got to the middle of the road, I threw it to the side of the road the paper containing the phone number of the beautiful cashier. No, I didn't say I was going to sit. No sin, dong.

"What did you just throw away?" Aih, bocil squirms I throw something turned out.

"Open nothing. It doesn't matter!" He continued to focus on driving.

Arriving home, after bringing groceries to the kitchen, bocil pamit nyimpen his jacket to his room. While I take the groceries out of the bag and save some to the refrigerator. Some of it is ready to cook.

"Aaaaac! Mbaaac!" I was jolted by Bocil's scream from the direction of his room.

"Mbaaak, here, Mbaaak! Tolongiins!" Again, he screamed. Why, boy? Need help or just a mode?