MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Prestigiousness

"Eitz! Patience Ma'am!" yelled at the boy after job search. He instantly put on a style ready to fend off the attack.

"Sir, calm down, don't go berserk! I have good news for you, Ma'am," he continued. My brow frowned not understanding how it was made.

"Why are you, kesambet?"

Quickly he shook his head.

"Why then do the horses? Wanna fight, okay?" Again, he nodded quickly.

"La tu, Ma'am why did you lift that broom? Want some revenge? About this morning?"

"But! Geers! Who wants to go there? Noh!" I pointed at the bat hanging from the ceiling.

"Oh, you want to poke a bat?"

"Hmm."

"Don't you just mess with me?"

"No, but if you go, go. I'm really, really, if you go."

"Ah, the beneeer? Do you miss me again if I go really, Mom?"

"Bocil, no need to make my mood upset. He said there's good news, what the hell?" todong.

"I .. in ...."

"Can't you, by the way, tap that? Or do I need a tabok first, let's talk smoothly?" I held a broom towards him. Piqued.

"E-eh, yes. Not very patient, anyway,” dumelnya.

"So, I've now been accepted for work, ma'am."

"Yes?"

"Kok 'oya' doang anyway, Ma'am?"

"Teruuus? I have to say 'wow' is that it?"

"Yes, hug keep kissing that loh, let kayak at tipi tipi that, Ma'am."

"Udah deh, rather than digress is not clear, nih, broom! Get rid of the bat far away. If you don't want me to drive you out of this house!" He scratched his head. With a lethargic face while constantly nagging expelled as well it was a bat.

"The new husband came home from work, tired, instead of being greeted with love, this was even stirred, it was told to ngusir bat again. Make coffee, cake!" his cerocos while throwing his buttocks into the living room sofa. Pardon, bring it!

"It's still stirred coffeeaaaaa! Baweeeel!"

I put it on his front desk after the coffee. Not to forget his coffee friend in the form of fried bananas.

"Well, gini dong, it's delicious. Gini-gini I'm your husband, you know, pricein cake a little."

"How much money do you want?" godaku's. He immediately pouted. Bodo is great, yes. Nothing made him my husband. He himself forced himself.

*****

He slept so cute again. I stared at his face from the doorway between the living room and the dining room. The boy who used to be with me near the patrol station every time I came home from work. Not bored, he said, "Mom, later if I have graduated high school, we marry, yes!" I was sick and very upset to hear it. Sometimes I throw in shoes or anything visible to these eyes. Then he would run and yell, "I really love you, Mbaaak!"

Damnit damnit! I thought it was just a prank of a rancid snot kid. Absolutely not crossed my mind, if his words were like a prayer that is now realized. Two months after graduation, she married me. It's ridiculous! I don't understand why my destiny is this ridiculous.

Counting fifteen days, I greeted the little boy. It all started when my future husband, Panji, ran away just the day we were supposed to kabul. Neither did his family come. Though all the invited guests, the penghulu has come, the banquet has also been held. My mother passed out because of that. Shame is incredible, of course. With me.

Fifteen days ago, after hours of waiting for Panji to come, but the one who came instead brothers away. Alone. Reported that the night before our wedding day, Panji was raided with a woman. Even the woman claimed to be pregnant. My family was in a deep shock, some passed out to congregate.

Then the clock changed, the rancid leak came to offer himself as a substitute bride with a loud voice full of confidence. I don't immediately accept it. He was interrogated by my family, he admitted seriously with his statement.

After considering many things, for the sake of covering up my parents' embarrassment as well. Finally, I subverted myself, accepting her as a substitute bride. The wedding continues with the bridegroom who is different from the one emblazoned on the invitation. Still with a chaotic feeling because of the betrayal that Panji did. Know that day all the witnesses had called 'legitimate.

Yes, that day I was legitimately the wife of that orphaned little boy. There was no first night, our wedding was just a play until now. We agreed to live this household with a bond of friendship. I don't know if in the end he managed to melt this heart. Let everything flow like water. I'll enjoy this trip, even if it feels nauseating sometimes.

"Kheeem!"

My eyes glared at him hearing it thud. Oh, my God, he's up.

"Ciyeee, so that's it, if I go to sleep apparently there are those who like to diem-diem. How, Ma'am? I'm handsome, aren't I?" Eyebrows up. I rolled my eyes, shook my fools. Back to the room.

*****

"Sir, when is our first night?" chirps, auto makes me cough. He poured me some drinking water. After drinking, I continued to dinner, pretending amnesia was my way of ninja.

"Mom!"

"Satursth!" I pointed my index finger at him, "If you can't eat again by the way!" my continue.

"Wedding is good, there's a first night. But where? Gini-gini aja, there is no good, diomelin bini muluk every day, yes." He grumbled as he rummaged through his dinner menu.

"Saying be patient wait until I can open my heart" my lips tried to remind me of his words the other day.

"Yes, but it's been almost a month, Ma'am. Cook yet there is a growing vibe of love in the heart, Ma'am? Okay, how am I supposed to do, Ma'am, let Mbak love me?"

"Well ah!" sukutku.*****my meal is instantly lost.

"Well, Mom, where are you going?"

"Sleep!"

"How is this going?"

"Yes, you take care, bociiiil!" I closed the room door. I let him grumble to his full heart.

*****

After work the baby immediately took a shower. Afterwards, lie down on the sofa in the middle room. He looks very tired.

"Racid?" I asked while serving him coffee.

"Banget, Ma'am. Today the workshop is very crowded," he explained lethargic.

Watching him continue to flick his hands and stretch, pity as well. Want to offer a massage, but .. later he's big head again.