MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

What's up with Bocil?

"Yeahahoo!"

Jeezoo! What's that kid, anyway? I rushed to his room. At the door, I stopped. Afraid that he's just a doang mode.

"Why?" ask me from outside the door.

"Yes, come in, Mbaaaak!"

"Relieve it! It must be just your wits, right? Just want mode, right?"

"Some, Mbaaak. The vow! I need help."

"What favor? Clear first!"

"Udah, hunt masuuuk!"

Why her? Clamped zipper? So horrified to enter.

"Okay, I'm in, but watch out, if you're just a prank! What else if you think of a macem-macem!"

"Yes, Mbaaak, nethink grandiose, wonder! Napa buruan, Ma'am!" He's insistent.

I opened the door slowly as I prepared to put the horses together in case there was a surprise attack from the Bocil. First I turned my head to the crack of the door that I opened a little. Looking inside, it seems that the leak is standing in the corner. His expression looked frightened.

"What's up?"

He pointed to the wall. I slowly entered, occasionally glancing towards the Bocil, horrified that he was sitting, you know, no. It's the same as a frame again with a bull.

I let out a rough sigh after seeing what he had pointed at. Turn towards him, shake his waist. "Not funny, you know?! Laper people want to cook, even to be done!"

"Who knows, Mbaaaak. I'm really scared of that animal!" He shuddered amusedly.

"Huh?! Are you afraid of grasshoppers?" I still can't believe it. Staring at him then glanced at the grasshopper who was again a lackey on the wall. Smiling ignorant. I finally found your weakness, Cil.

"Sir, don't even think about fighting me, yeah! I really don't like animals!" firmly pointing.

"So you said I'm 'don't nethink' now you're the one who's the nethink. Geer, anyways you think I'm that stupid what? You, his soul is full of ignorance! Ngeselin!"

"Ngeselin, but ngangenin, 'kaaan?"

I grunt in annoyance, catch that Grasshopper. But it's hard, fuzzy. While the boy screamed in fear.

"You can be in them, can't you, Cil? It's noisy!"

"I'm really scared, Ma'am!" skink.

I opened the window and I tried to drive the grasshopper out the window. "Some, wonder? Appearance okay, behavior rancid. Ama Grasshopper's scared," my lead.

"Not afraid, Mbaaak. More precisely amused. I'm allergic to animals. If it gets stuck in the body, it can bump my entire body. Mama's mom wants to scratch?"

"Didnit, ogah! Mending garukin ketek Gorilla." I continued to repel the Grasshopper using a broom, until it finally managed to beat him back. The grasshopper escaped and flew into the wild. He heaved a sigh of relief, rubbing his chest. Lean on the wall. I pulled his arm into the kitchen. He doesn't care about him protesting.

"Because you have drained my energy from the heat of the grasshopper, now you are cooking!" I left him in the kitchen alone.

"A good cook! Look out, if it doesn't taste good!" threaten me from the middle room.

"Ready, Ratukuuu!" saith. I grabbed the remote and turned on the television.

*****

"Bak, the meal is ready, nih!" he shouted after a few minutes had passed. What's so good, what's cooking, boy? I stepped into the dining room.

Up at the side of the dining table, I stood pecking, folding my hands on my chest. On the table there are two dishes of fried noodles complete with eggs plump cow's eye and vegetables. Satap ready.

"Kok is cooking doang noodles, anyway? I was eating vegetables like fish. Why isn't that cooked?"

"Udah, just eat what's there, Ma'am!"

"But, ak .. ap!" He silenced my mouth with a spoonful of fried noodles. Hmmm, delicious also turned out his homemade noodles. I sat down and continued eating. He smiled, then sat down.

*****

"Mom!"

"Hmmm, napa?" suhutku while busy replying to the chat from the Boss.

"Chatan ama who, anyway? Seriously like?" skink.

"Repo!"

"But! Kasuka's! Jealousy?"

"Yes, that! Guys have feelings too, Mom. You can feel angry, sad and jealous. I'm honest with my own feelings. Mother, Mother."

Intentions want a stupid period, but see it so manyun, why not heart. Feeling bad, feeling bad, and feeling afraid of him sulking. I finally let him see my phone screen so he knows I'm chatan with anyone.

"Well, who am I?" He formed his finger into the letter V.

"E-eh, where are you going?" ask when I get out of my seat.

"Sleep!"

He immediately ran ahead, stretching out his hands at my bedroom door. "I'm sleeping in your room, yeah, Mom!"

"Nothing! Can't! Sleep in your own room! It's delicious!"

"Mbaaak, please! I'm afraid there's more locusts in my room, ma'am. Yes, yes, yes, I beg you, Ma'am!"

"No! Not once, not even!"

"Mbaaaak, come on, Mbaaak. Tonight, yeah?"

"Enggaaaa! No need to be lazy and spoiled! The grasshopper is scared! You sleep in your own room!" I shifted her body away from my door. He's shaking the door handle.

"Ciiiil, higher! Watch out!"

"No, Mbaaak." He opened the door and ran ahead, then lay down on my bed.

I pushed his body away from my bed. He tried to hold on to the head of the bed.

"Cil, go, don't you?"

"No, Mbaaak!"

"Go to your own room!"

"Think!"

"Okay, let me sleep in your room!" I rushed to his room and lay down.

I flinched when suddenly the door of the room opened. The boy immediately lay down next to me. I clenched a growl. I want to not!

I exited the room, he also immediately ran after me. I stopped going into the room, sitting on the sofa in the middle room. Folding hands on the chest.

"Want to sleep here?"

"Yes!"

"I'm sleeping here too!"

"Yes, whatever! I want to sleep in the neighbor's house!" my murmur. Then stand up and head to the living room.

"Okay, if you sleep in a neighbor's house. I want to sleep at Tere's house!"

My steps automatically stopped at the connecting doorway between the living room and the living room. Shuffling his waist, glancing towards him. Suddenly sprained every time he mentioned the girl's name.

"Bolciii!"

He was wide-eyed, stood up and immediately ran into his room as I chased after him.

"So much sprain!" I screamed as I slammed the door of his room.

"The end of Mbak's face is funny. Gemsin!" scream from inside there. This cheek feels warm every time you hear the shake.

*****

I go home first, cook right away. Suddenly today was enthusiastic about cooking Bocil's favorite food. Namely, chicken opor. Not long after, I heard the sound of a leaky motorbike coming and as usual parked on the terrace. I just say hello from the kitchen, because I still have to keep stirring the chicken opor.

My forehead frowned, when the leak did not go to the kitchen. Usually, if after work and I am busy in the kitchen like this, he will follow and fight or help. What else if he smelled the scent of opor, must have immediately slid into the kitchen and nyerocos like a parrot being fed. But this time, he went straight into his room and after that he no longer made a sound. Silent.

What's wrong with the Bocil?

Is he sick?

Or ... has he grown tired of teasing me?