MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Nyesek Monday

"Well, how was the hodgepodge, what's delicious, Ma'am?" he asked when we were at home and were relaxing watching television.

"Enak, really."

"Ease, no?"

"Eum ...." Duh, the story is not yes, if it was a hodgepodge I actually just ate a quarter portion. Keep swearing at Eza.

Just when I ate suddenly Eza came with a pile of files and put them on my desk. Then whether intentionally or not, he nudged my hodgepodge plate that I placed in the corner of the table. Spill out, scattered on the floor. If I guess, Eza intentionally did that because he knew the food was from you, Cil.

I gasped at the flick of his finger in front of this face. "Yeee, asked even dumbass. Why?"

"Eum, you're done. So yummy. The vegetables are still fresh, keep the color ijo, seger, the seasoning is also equally sweet, just right!"  I had to lie, because I didn't want you to get upset, Cil.

"Thank God, if you like it. That's a real champion, anyway. Not every day of selling. It's only Friday's sale."

Suddenly remembered about tomorrow morning that asked Nemenin Eza out of town. Confused how the permission is the same Bocil. Anyway, he's my husband, right?  Dilemmas. What if I don't get permission, but what is the reason? Sick? What if it hurts really? Ck! Males really if you have to be with the same ex out of town.

"Hey, Ma'am!"

"Eh, yeah, why?" Duh, so failed to focus anyway, because of the ex.

"Mbak why, anyway? It hurt?" I'm shaking.

"Raclut? Take a break if you're tired!"

"Huh?! Not tired, really!"

"Where the hell, Ma'am, was asked 'capek' ngos. Now say it's not tired. So which one is it?"

"Not tired, really. Kan, just wait ...."

He poked his finger in front of his face. "Oooh, Ma'am waiting for the connection of the hug scene in front of Mbak's office, this afternoon? Huh yeah?" as usual.

I wiped his face, pissed! He even broke down. "Yes, I'd love to, Ma'am. Okay, I'm gonna explain everything about who that woman is."

"Well, if not amnesia. Yes, the hunt is clear!"

"OK, so Tere's ...."

I rubbed his shoulder, he complained of pain. "Kok so talk about Pare, again, anyway?!"

He's broken again. Bummer! But, no matter what, look at him laughing like this. Rather than being moody at the time, right?

"It really does go bad, talk about this," he said. Then take a long breath.

"Women ... who came here this morning, she .. women who have been menggirin me 19 years ago, Ma'am." The expression on Bocil's face changed. The laughter that had gone out instantly vanished.

"Huh? Seriously? You sure?"

He's nodding. "Same confirmation by Ms. Nurmala. Ibu Panti justifies if the woman is my mother."

"Yes, why are you so sad? It should be seneng dong, after all this time finally be able to meet again with your mother."

"The problem .. My heart is already sick, Ma'am. After hearing the reason why my mother left me at the Orphanage."

The aura of his face was getting cloudy. I hesitated to dig deeper. Choosing silence let him tell his own story.

"At a time when some parents are willing to sacrifice all their property for their children. At a time when most parents consider children to be the most valuable treasure. But, my mother would instead be willing to leave me to the Panti to pursue the treasure."

"Mom, so TKI?" kikuk.

"No. He's after rich men to escape poverty."

"Keep, Mr. .. where now?"

"The woman's word ... Father is dead. Don't know how it is." His voice began to crackle. I think he's holding tight.

I rubbed his shoulders trying to channel strength and calmness. "But, Cil, no matter what, Mother in the past, right now, she's come to you to apologize. She's still your mother ...."

"No, Ma'am! To me ... My mother is long dead!"

"Ciiil, it can't be. In reality your mother is alive, healthy wal afiat out there."

"For me it's dead. What kind of mother she is, 19-year-old let her son live alone in the Orphanage with strangers. Not once seen, even just asking my news to the Panti never. Ms. Nurmala even thought she was dead."

"While he married and lived happily with a rich man. She hid my identity from her new family for fear of being divorced by her rich husband. He's more afraid of losing his new family and his wealth. Rather than losing me. .. who he said was his flesh and blood," he continued after he was silent for a while.

Bocil continued to rub the corner of his eye. I'm sure he's trying to hold his cry in front of me. My chest is bad to hear his story. If I were in his position, maybe I would also be hurt and miserable.

I heard him sigh long time and time again. "Continue now he suddenly came and lightly apologized. Then I made it my duty to follow him on the grounds of wanting to make amends for his mistakes in the past. Yesterday when I was dying almost finished, where was he going?!"  Again, he rubbed the corner of his eye. I rubbed his shoulders softly.

I can no longer hold tightness in my chest. Tears just escaped. Sobbing softly. I felt like I could feel how sick and miserable it was.

"Hey, how come it's even a crying mama?" raucous. He then framed this face, wiping the tears that flowed down his cheeks. Gently pulled this head into his arms. I continued to sob there. I should have strengthened, but the opposite happened.

"I should have said it" I cried in between sobs.

He chuckles. "With Mbak anteng in my arms like this, it is enough to strengthen, really. What else if plus ammo ...."

I hurriedly pulled away from his arms. "A-ammunition ap-what?" Suddenly nervous and misbehaving.

As he drew his face closer, my heart was pounding. "Coffee," he whispered later. I let out a sigh of relief. I think he'll be asking for a living. Uh!

"Oh, yeah, we haven't made coffee, have we? Yeah, I did it first, yeah." He's nodding. I go to the kitchen to make coffee.

"Yes, you said dying was almost over, what did you mean?" ask me when I sit next to him.

He also told me that fitting was still first grade Junior High had been in an accident and coma for a week. He showed me a scar on his head that was leaking. I really did not think that the journey of his life has been very heavy from small. Behind his rancid and cheerful demeanor it turns out that he harbors an inner wound, which may already be very severe and festering.

"Khem!" I gasped to hear him thud.

"I'm the maximum handsome, Ma'am. Just a normal look, dong."

"Damn! Narcissistic round!"

He chuckles. I sipped my coffee up the toilet. Then go to bed first. Actually do not have to leave him, just suddenly the body feels very lethargic.

****

Waking up early in the morning feels heavy, cold hot body, pain in the joints. Fiks, real meriang. Though the intention is not to leave with the reason of pain, uh, even real pain. Good, so no need to lie. But it doesn't taste good either.

"Mom!" Bocil called while knocking on the door.

"Yeah."

"Tumben's not awake yet?"

"Hmm."

"Not feeling well."

"Huh?! Whahuh? Not clear his voice. I can come in, right?"

"Just in!"

"Loh, Ma'am why so much?" He was moved closer, sticking the back of his hand against this forehead and neck.

"Geez, you have a fever?"

"Hmm."

"Well, we're going to the hospital, okay?"

I'm shaking. "Gak usaaah, compressed equal taking medicine also healed later."

"Yes, I'll take the compress first, yeah." He finally gave up after not being able to convince me to go to the hospital. Kusahuti with a murmur. He then painstakingly compressed this forehead. While busy cooking, some houses and others. Poor to see, but how? I'm powerless to help. Even just to take a cell phone on the table beside the bed was tired.

"Eh, what do you want?" tanyanya when I found out I was tired of reaching for a cell phone.

"You take the hp, Cil. Permission to the office." He immediately grabbed his cell phone. Just look at the phone screen for a moment it feels like the head wants to break.

After he was busy in the kitchen, he returned to the room with a tray filled with porridge and warm tea. Help me to get up and lean on the head of the bed.

"Mr should eat. After that, I just took a heat-lowering drug. Here, I'm a bribe, huh?"

"I'm still strong, really, Cil."

"Udah, same husband! Let me bribe. Aaak, open his mouth!"

"You can make porridge?"

"I'm all-around, Ma'am. Many say .. I am multi-talented. Just the one I can't."

"What?"

"Far from you, Ma'am."

The deg!

After feeding me patiently and painstakingly, she returned home. I heard he called asking for permission not to work, but it seems in the Workshop again rame and lack of employees, because there are some employees who are sick as well.

"Okay, sir, this is my wife being sick. Please, just give me permission this day, sir!"

"Oh, so still can't get permission, sir. Okay, sir," concluded Bocil lethargic. He soon entered.

"Yes, you work, I'm okay." He looked agitated and didn't seem to want to leave me. However, he finally left for work after all the homework was done.

"I'm off to work first, yeah!" I nodded, "If there's anything straight on the phone!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Later every two hours I will come back, to check the conditions, Ma'am."

"Well! Whynot? Don't have. You work focused. I'll be fine. Just a low-grade fever."

My eyes were closed enjoying the softness of her warm lips clinging to this forehead. Then he disappeared behind the closed door. Not long after I heard the sound of the bike leaving the front yard. Getting further and not heard anymore.

When he just arrived at the workshop, he called video to confirm my condition. Half an eleven o'clock in the afternoon, he actually went home just to check my condition while asking what I needed? Seriously, once every two hours he actually went home to check my condition as he said.

At 4pm he was home. Must have been allowed to go home early because I was worried about my condition. After parking the bike, he immediately saw me in the room. Checking my temperature, asking what do I need?

"I need you here." I pat the empty space next to me lying down. He also sat. I shuffled up and hugged her, she returned my embrace then gently rubbed this head. I was overwhelmed by her sweet treatment.

I put my head on the side of his shoulder. It feels really comfortable. I breathed in her scent, which was like a sedative.

He is very young. Although sometimes impressed installment and menggeleselin, but he knows very well about the meaning of a responsibility. He knows how to treat his wife. I am lucky to be his wife.

May she be so sweet forever. He has not changed his attitude and attitude towards me. Although time passed changing.

******

Two days of carefree, and absolutely not allowed to say anything with the Bocil. Just ask to sleep or sit around. I feel bored too. Fortunately that time has passed, and now I am fit to be able to move as usual again.

"Aren't you sure you want to work again?" tanyakanya. When we were on the terrace ready to go to work.

"That's sure. It's good, her body. No more complaints."

"Yes, but don't be tired, yes, it will work. If there's anything, tell me!"

"Yeah. Don't be lebay, deh!"

"People care about being called Lebay!"

"Yes, go to work! He said there was a customer waiting for him."

"Yes, Ma'am. It was from last night that the bike was put in the workshop. Where other employees are in pain again," he lamented, "Excuse me, Ma'am. I can't take you to the office."

"Yes, it's okay. I can take a taxi. My cab's gonna be here again."

"Yes, I'm leaving first!"

"Hmm."

Before he drove off his bike, he turned to me, smiling, giving kiss bye. Blinking one eye, raising an eyebrow. Then, just hit the gas.

There's a car pulled up in front of the fence, I think the cab I ordered. It turned out that the socialite guest came yesterday. Uh, in-law means. Suddenly attacked by overwhelming nervousness as the woman stepped up with a bow approaching.

"Dafa's gone to work?" ask without further ado.

"Have it been, Mom."

"Good! Sit down!" her word. This is, right, my home. Why is he the one who told you to sit down, yak?

"I want to talk to you!" he continued ketus, and immediately threw the buttocks into the terrace chair. I who was standing was sitting.

"Eum, I'll get you a drink first, ma'am?"

"No need!" ketus.

The taxi I ordered has arrived. I asked you to wait a minute. My heart was waiting for what my mother-in-law would talk about. The look on his face implied anger.

"Let go of Dafa!" he was flat without looking at me. His gaze was straight ahead staring at his car lined with my taxi.

Instantly this chest feels bad. Water pooled in this eye patch. Throat feels choked.