MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

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"Why scream, Mother? Shown, yes, the same kiss I had? Want again?"

"No! Whatan, anyway?"

He's snapping. Sometimes I look at the embarrassed me. Original, salting severe. I slapped his back and told him to continue on.

"I can't wait, Ma'am, want to spend until home so you can ...." He continued to shake his lips.

"Street, no!" my sentakku.

"Yes. Don't worry, anyway? I like it more, you know.'

"Ck, hell!" Pushed back. He also runs his motor. Still occasionally screeching towards me.

When I got home, I went downstairs and opened the entrance to the room, put the bag down and immediately boiled water for a bath. It's 9pm if you don't use warm water, don't dare to take a shower. My eye's tail caught the movement. Bocil came to the kitchen to check what I was doing.

"Well what's it for, Mommy?"

"Mandy!"

"Got old? It was really seneng. Sampek nyium all. My cheeks were all shed again. Now it's turning cranky again. It's changed so much."

I just shut up. Wanna get revenge. Let him know what it's like to be diced.

"Mr?"

"Mr?"

After the warm water, I put it in the bucket and took it to the bathroom. I ignored the leak offering help.

After taking a shower directly sitting on the sofa, I ignored the busy baby in the kitchen either cook what. Kuraih remote television and turn it on. Not long after, the leak came from the kitchen. Carry a tray containing two cups of coffee. A cup was placed on the table in front of me.

"Make Mbak. Must be tired, right?"

"No need! You are the one who drinks! Don't be so damn concerned!" my murmur.

"Udah made coffee, instead of thank you, even sewot so."

He sat next to me. Folding hands on the chest, leaning on the back of the sofa. He moved closer and closer, and finally caught up.

"What the hell are you, Cil? There! Far-away!"

"Can't, Mbaaak. I can't be away from you."

Ck! Smiling, he returned the cake. But, I still can't accept yesterday's been diced. That's right, he hasn't told me about who that woman was and also about her departure this morning.

Want it, prestige. Not curious. Wait for him to tell? About what would be a story, yes, if I did not provoke a chat?

"Drinked coffee. Delicious, special, make her use of true love." He brought the coffee cup closer to the front of his nose. So that the distinctive aroma stings this nose. So fragrant. Ah, my faith is shaky.

"Wouldn't. You drink by yourself!"

"Mom!" He pulled both sides of this shoulder to face her.

"Whataa?!"

"Let the season go, you don't, Ma'am!" I turned to face the television ignoring her who continued to seduce.

"Mbaaak, don't forget I'm kek gini dooong. I swear, so it's not good. I don't like it!"

"It's not good, is it, dicuekin?! Then you yesterday is whataa? Huh uh?! No wind, no rain suddenly like a rooster. Whahuh? Wh why? Because of that other woman? Which family event was the same this morning? Isn't your family just me and the parlors?" Argh, even the release. Damnit damnit!

She smiles. Looking up at this face. "Khem! Looks like something's starting, baby, huh?" tengil ledeknya. I grunt annoyed.

"Where do I get any info on where I found another woman? Huh uh?"

I just shut up. Put on a jutek face. The heart also feels really sprained again.

"There are no other women, Ma'am. In my life there are only two women who mean the most, namely Ma'am and ...."

"Pare, right?!" ketus.

"Kok, so pare, anyway? Nurmala's mother, the orphanage!"

"Masaaa? And then yesterday Ms Eni said there was a woman nyariin you, who is it? Continue this morning you found out who until the defense went from the workshop reasoned there was a family event. Which family? Huh uh?!"

"Don't tell me there's an event at the Panti, yeah! I confirmed it to Ms. Nurmala, and you did not go there. There was also no event," my cerocos no longer held back the overflowing emotions and curiosity in my heart. Eh, he was even smacking his lips holding a smile.

"I'm so happy, I'm starting to care about me. Until belain stopped by my work place for the sake of mastiin I was fine or not. Means, overtime was it .. punishment right, because Mbak late to the office," he guessed.

"No geer, you're Cil! I'm like gini .. just because I feel responsible for you because we live at home. That's aja. Not more!" Duh, so naive, myself. Why is it so hard for me if I really care about him.

"Okay, I'm clearin ...." His words were interrupted by the sound of my stomach rumbling. Perih, really hungry.

"Mom, lager apparently? The default assesan is like you're a hell of a bitch," the god.

"Yes, wait a minute, yeah." He went straight to the kitchen. In less than 10 minutes he returned again carrying a plate containing fried noodles with a topping in the form of a clap egg, sliced tomatoes, also a sheet of mustard.

"Eat, Ma'am!"

"Wouldn't! You're the one who eats."

"Yakiiin, don't you want me? Smell it, smell it, ugh, smell it." He brought the dish of fried noodles closer to the nose. Original, really, really fragrant. I auto swallow the saliva, and the worms in the stomach increasingly shake tik tok aja. But .. prestige wants to eat.

"Hmmmmh, how delicious crazy, I swear!" he said while rem melek. Can't falter, must stand firm, Safa! Don't drool! Nay!

A spoonful of noodles before he greedily missed the front of his nose. Then it was devoured and rejuvenated the ease again. His work is also made up. Come on, make your own noodles.

"Eh, where are you going?" ask when I move. He also stood in front.

"Bikin' your own noodles!"

"It's been made too. Even want to make your own, how the hell, Ma'am?"

"I didn't tell you to. Eat it yourself! A.k..ap!" He stuffed my mouth with a spoonful of fried noodles. Original anyway, the noodles he made always felt more delicious than my own. Okay, brush!

I took a plate of noodles from his hand, sat back down and devoured them into the toilet. The fool with the expression of the stubborn Bocil looked at me. He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Now, drink it" he said, putting a glass of water in front.

After eating and drinking, I stood up to go to the kitchen to wash dishes and glasses. He blocked my arm, told me to sit down. He forcibly took the dirty plate in hand and carried it to the back. I heard he washed it. My heart and cheeks were warmed by her sweet treatment.

A long day. After eating, it was very sleepy. Could it be that you mixed sleeping pills again, into my food or drink? Despite severe drowsiness, I tried to resist the drowsiness. For the sake of being able to listen to the Bocil's explanation of who the woman he met was.

*****

Oh, how am I in the room? I looked at the clock and it was morning. My forehead is confused. Not that last night I was sitting on the living room couch, huh?

Did I fall asleep on the couch last night, keep moving to the same room as Bocil? Maybe he's macem again? I rushed out of the room looking for Bocil's whereabouts. It turned out that he was in the front yard washing his bike.

"Well, how's it going, Ma'am, the crew?" his protest. I pulled his arm, went inside the house.

"Kalem dong, Ma'am! So kangennya, until narik-narik like this. Why, morning kiss, huh?"

"Shhhh! It's diem!" I put my face in front of his face.

"The last night I wanted, I was sitting on that couch." I show you the living room sofa that looks like this.

"Yes, really." He nodded, folding his hands on his chest.

"Why did I get to be in my room this morning?"

"I'm the one who bopong move Ma'am to the room," he replied casually.

"You're not weird, are you, Cil?"

"Yes, there's a golden opportunity wasted, Ma'am." He's lip-sucking. Glancing mischievously from head to toe.

"Why are you?! My name!" Kuraih pillows that are on the living room sofa and throws to her chest.

"Touch dikiiit ...."

"Touch what?!" ketus. Tracked his waist in front of him. He slowly backed away. I keep pushing him.

"Yes, i-it ...."

"That's whataa?!"

"Badan Mbak, it's! Yes, but without touching, you think I have that magic power, can move Mbak from the middle room to the room without touching? Huh uh?! Mickeyrush!" He pointed at his own forehead.

"Don't touch anything else, do you?" my pedicabs.

"I'm a normal guy, Mom. The desire to touch others is there, but .. I hold it, because I am a true man who always holds his words. I once said, to Mbak, will be patient waiting for Mbak to surrender himself sincerely."

I'm unmoving. Staring at him between believing and not, but when viewed from the expression of his face anyway, convincing.

"Udah ah, I want to continue washing the bike first, yes, Ma'am."

I'm stuck with his arm. "Eh, wait a minute!"

He walked out and turned to face me again. "What else?"

"You still owe me an explanation, Cil."

"Exposing what?"

"No need for amnesia!"

He chuckles. "Oh, about Tere, huh?"

"Oooh, so that's the woman who's after you, that Pare?"

He's snapping. Showing face. Ngeselin!

"Jealous, uh, yeee?" his god while raising his eyebrows. I quietly folded my hands on my chest.

"Whatever, Cil. I don't care. Want anyone, that woman .. I don't care. It's none of my business either!" my murmur.

He ran ahead of me and blocked my steps. "I'll clear everything up. So ... the woman ...."

Again the speech of the Bocil paused when he would explain. If last night by the sound of my stomach rumbling. This time by the voice of the woman who said hello.

"That, the woman came" he said, and at once the look on his face turned upset. I immediately turned to face the door that was open. Up ahead was a woman who might be a little younger than you. It looks very social. Stylish and elegant. Who's the lady?