MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

He Has Returned

"Sir, through the east lane, yes!" tell my word to the cab driver. I want to see Bocil at work or not.

"Well, if you pass the east route far away, dong, Mbak. You sure you want to go through there?"

"Yes, Sir. Just through there. It's nothing to muter."

"Good, Ma'am."

I tried stalking Bocil's social media accounts. Also WhatsApp. There are no recent posts on all of its social media. I looked at her WhatsApp profile picture which was smiling sweetly. I miss this smile of yours, Cil.

I looked at the street, apparently close to the workshop where the Bocil works. I asked the driver to slow down the car. When I arrived right in front of the Podo Moro workshop, I asked to stop for a moment.

My eyes monitor the entire workshop. I didn't find any buns there. Is he in the toilet? Or go see that woman? Unable to hold back the curiosity, I decided to go down briefly to the taxi driver to find out where the Bocil went.  I immediately approached the officer who was staying at the workshop. Ask him where Bocil is going.

"Sorry, Bocil, who, yes, Brother?" The officer asked back.

Ah, yes, the habit of calling him a leak so carried over here. Ck! "Eum, I mean Dafa."

"Oh, Dafa!" she said, "She came out for a minute, brother."

"Where, huh?"

"Say, there's a family thing to do."

"Oh, that. Thank you, yes, the info."

"Yes, you're welcome, brother. Oya, by the way, is this big brother ready for Dafa? Maybe I'll take a message, let me pass it to Dafa."

"Not to be sent to Dafa. It doesn't matter, though. Later if I meet him let me tell you myself."

"Oh, okay, brother, if that's it."

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry, yeah. Again, thank you. Sorry, it's been a bother."

"Oh, yes, Brother. Not disturbing, really. You welcome. Please!"

I got back in the taxi, and went to the office. I can't stop thinking about Bocil. My brain space is full of her. Question after question crammed into his head. Until it feels light.

Family event? Which family? The Orphanage of Tirta Amarta?

Arrive at the office late. Got a scolding from the Boss. I was told to cut my salary or overtime. I'm going to be punished overtime this time. This is the second time I'm late for the office because of Bocil.

Before marrying her, when she was in high school, I was late for this office. It used to be when I was waiting for public transport on the side of the road.  Bocil offered me a ride. It was bad luck and in the office will be held a meeting. Finding public transportation is hard.

I also accepted the Bocil's offer. He claims to know the way of the rat. But in fact, it's not necessarily direction. I was late for work, and she was late for school.

That time the boss cut my pay. While the Bocil can be punished to record the subject matter as much as 10 sheets. He accused me of forcing him to give me a ride, and forced me to help him take notes. And that made me go to her office.

"Fa, what's wrong with you? Abis diomelin Boss, how come it's all that grin?"

I flinched from the daydream. Then he turned to Ulfa, my office friend. Ulfa shook her head, then returned to her study. It's even flash back gini, anyway?

*****

It's already night time. The office slowly began to fall. There were only a few employees who stayed overtime, as well as some janitors. I was again struck by curiosity, where the Bocil went this morning.

I tried to find her social media account Tirta Amarta Orphanage. From there I got the WhatsApp number of the Panti manager where Bocil stayed for 19 years. Although I had been invited to visit there and introduced to all the residents of the Panti, but I forgot the number with the manager at that time.

[Good night, Mother.]

[Good night. Sorry, who are you with, this?] Finally it was answered after a few minutes had passed.

[I'm Safa, Mom. Dafa's wife.]

[Oh, Ms. Safa. How are you, Ma'am?]

[I'm good too. Oya, what's up, tumben night-night chat?]

[Just want nanya, is there an event today Tirta Amarta Orphanage?] He hesitated to ask, but was finally sent.

[What do you mean, ma'am?]

[What is this day at the Panti holding an event like a celebration, a party or something?]

[Oh, no Ma'am. There is no show today at the venue. Why ask that, Mother? Is there a hoax, Ma'am?]

Where was that Bocil this morning? Which family, did he mean? All this time people who are considered family, only me and the Panti people. Argha!

Until I forgot to reply to Bu Nurmala. [No, Mom. It's just it's just. Again kangen aja same warm atmosphere Panti Tirta Amarta.]

[Oh, play here if you miss. Mom is also missing. Dafa has rarely been here since marriage. The children of the Panti are also on the kangen, loh.]

[Sometimes, try to play there, Mom.]

[Okay, wait, yeah.]

[Good, Mom. Thanks for the response. Sorry, it's interrupting the time.]

[Together. No bother, really.]

After chatan with Mother Panti, it is my feeling is increasingly less complicated. Curiosity has become. Wonder where the leak went this morning. Did he go with the woman that Bu Eni told him about? Who the hell, that woman actually?

I'm shuffling frustrated hair. Finish the job, spend the rest of the coffee. Wash the glass and return it to the pantry. Back to the booth take the bag. Out of the office, time to go home. Up in front of the office gate, I gaped in disbelief. Bocil was waiting for me there apparently.

"Other times if you want to overtime it's telling your husband! Hp don't be disilent!" I checked the HP. He called dozens of times. Also send lots of chat.

He ... has really returned as before? Seriously? I was dumbfounded in disbelief. He wears a jacket and helmet. Flicking a finger to the face. I also came out of the daydream.

"Come, home! Even dumb! Ask to be kissed first?"

I'm not halu anymore, am I? This is real, the nature has returned. Even though he wanted to rush to him because he was already nyuekin and also had been diem-diem found other women. But what happened was the opposite. I feel really happy.

I was jolted from the daydream by these two warm kisses on the cheeks. Mangap can't believe it. Also sprained because he had been presumptuously nyium without permission.

"What the hell are you, Cil? Play nyosor only!" ketusku while slapping his back.

"I'm just returning the kiss that you put on both of my cheeks."

"Well?!" I'm surprised to be surprised, "Don't you, Cil! Where am I gonna find you?"

He chuckles. "Udah nyosor, don't want to confess!"

"Did I really know you?"

She nodded, and showed me my lipstick marks stuck to both of her cheeks. I don't believe what you say. I asked the office security guard who happened to be fixing the gate keys, behind us both. Satpam also confirmed. Original, shy squared. I could have nyium the Bocil unconsciously, in a public place like this again. Where witnessed by the two guards again.

Before the bike launched. I looked up at the security guard. They both smiled at me. The security guard named Sapto was a famous bucket. Fiks, this is it, tomorrow the office people will be excited, and know that my husband is a leak.

"Nooooo!"

Motor screeching, bocil braked suddenly. I automatically hugged him tightly. Our helmets also clashed.

"What are you doing suddenly, Cil?!"

"Why are you screaming?!"

"Well?!"

Again, I did something unconsciously. I thought I was just screaming in my heart? It really does scream?