MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Chilly

Until I finished cooking, and all the menus were neatly served on the dining table. Bocil has not yet come out of the room. This is really weird. Not as usual.

Curious at once worried him why-why. I called him from the door of his room. There is no lawfulness. I tried to knock on the door. Staying silent.

"Ciii! You why? I can come in, right? Don't worry me, dong!" He's still tight-lipped.

"Cil, are you angry with me? I was wrong, huh?"

Slender.

"Cil, I'm in, huh?" There's no answer either. I tried to open it, but the door was locked from the inside. Ck! What's the matter, anyway?

We spent three months together. During that time, there were almost never any significant problems. Laughter is always coloring. Almost every time, every day he never miss pranking, flirting, giving me attention and also surprise. But, today .. I don't know what happened that he turned this cold.

His rancid and ignorant attitude often annoyed me indeed, but when he turned so quiet this. Only this day was he silent. But I feel lost and lonely. What if his attitude turns cold this way? Nah! I will no longer be able to live the day. It was like a long night, the morning never coming.

This can't be ignored. I don't like this situation. Anyway, the way, I should be able to go in there for the sake of mastiin, bocil why. I snap my fingers when I know where to go to get in. The window!

I ran out. Check if the window is open or closed. It was closed too. Should it break the roof?

I took a shower and then watched television. Leaving him, perhaps he again needed some space to be alone. Until half-six in the afternoon, let the door move. I stood up and stopped him. I pressed both sides of his shoulder.

"You why? It hurt?" I checked his body temperature. Normal.

He smiled at a glance. "Why?" Down his eyebrows, "Worry, yes, Ma'am?"

I folded my hands on my chest. Staring at him annoyed. "You think it's funny? Why try, hide yourself in that cake room? Not called again? About dong if you want to play! Make people worry!" I sat back on the couch. He's standing behind my back. Press both sides of the shoulder.

"Sorry, if that's what you're worried about, but I don't mean that. I'm tired of being born, Mother. It takes room for itself, "he explained, and goes straight to the bath. From the tone of his voice it seemed like a leak harboring sadness. Is he having problems at work? But, usually no matter how big the problem is at work, never get brought home like this.

After taking a shower, he went into the room again. When I offered to eat, he told me to eat first. Original, anyway, as thick as his rancid attitude, more annoying when it's this cute.

Until Isya, she doesn't leave the room anymore. I finally had dinner first. Continue watching television while copying. Occasionally look towards the door of the Bocil's room. Wish he would come out and sit here, but until the hour hand points to the number 9, he doesn't go out of the room.

Anger and anxiety and curiosity combined into one in this heart. Cursed his room, he muttered with a mutter.

"You don't eat? That's me making your favorite meal, you know?"

"Not hungry, Ma'am. If I am hungry, I will eat. If you're sleepy, just sleep!"

I missed you yesterday, Cil. I wiped my tears that just fell. Take a deep breath, and exhale slowly.

"If you have a story problem, cil! Jagan kek gini! I don't like it!" Silence, no authorization.

"Okay, if you still need time for yourself, I appreciate it, but if you're ready for the story, don't hesitate to make the story, yes!"

"Yes, Mother. Go to sleep there! Dah malem," he replied. His voice sounded a bit raucous. Is he in there crying? Butwhy?

The head seemed to be about to explode thinking about the oddity of the leaked attitude today. I turned off the television and went to my room and lay down. Trying to sleep, but keep thinking Bocil. How is he doing, in his room? Ck!

*****

I woke up like a shocked person. Directly in a sitting position. The head feels dizzy, the heart is pounding. Turn on the room lights, look at the clock on the wall. It was 1 in the morning apparently. Suddenly the Bocil's mind has eaten what not.

Get off the bed and leave the room. Standing in front of the room door, turned to the middle room. The boy was sitting on the couch watching television apparently. There was coffee on the front desk. I stepped closer.

"Why don't you wake me up if you want to make coffee?"

"Well eat?"

"Udah Ma'am. Just now."

"Where, my cooking?"

"Nob."

Original, his cold attitude was more beautiful than his rancid attitude. My heart feels so hard to face this reality. I try to sit next to him. He's staying cold. No more conversation between us.

Is he getting tired of me?

He sipped the rest of his coffee. Then back to the room. I can't keep this up.

"Wait!" The boy broke into his room. I stood up and approached him.

"What's up, Ma'am?"

"Why are you really, Cil?"

"I'm okay, Mom."

"Okay, if not why, then why is it like a rooster like this? Huh uh?!"

"Still malem. Better get some more sleep! I'm still sleepy too. Okay!" He rubbed next to this cheek, and went straight into his room locking the door. Shouts ignored.

Okay, if you want to play funny. I can too!

*****

Breakfast this time was cold and empty. Bocil did not talk much and behave as usual. I also chose silence. He immediately left for work after breakfast. Kusahuti with a murmur. He immediately let the gas go.

I cleaned the dining table with tears. Prepare to go to work. Waiting for an online taxi in front of the fence.

"Eh, Ms. Safa. You want to go to work, huh?" ask neighbor. Bu Eni's name is. I nodded, while smiling.

"Where's Bu Eni from?"

"Nih, vegetable shopping." He showed me the plastic containing the vegetables he was carrying. I'm boh.

"Yes, yesterday there was a woman who was singing Mas Dafa, you know, Ma'am. How, have you met Mas Dafa, not yet?"

The deg!

"Women? Who?"

"Wow, I don't know, Ma'am. That woman was just Nanyain Mas Dafa. I just said that Mas Dafa works at the Podo Moro workshop. You happen to be servicing a motorcycle there." Bu Eni then decided to go home to cook he said. I nodded in agreement. The online taxi I ordered has also arrived.

Did the change in Bocil's attitude have anything to do with the woman Bu Eni told me about?

Who's the lady?

Does Bocil have another woman now, tired of waiting for reassurance from me?