MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Lega

I gasped as Eza pulled this shoulder to face him. I pushed him closer to his face. I ran into the toilet and locked the door.

He finally broke down the door, then pulled me out. I tried to fight, but I lost strongly. She carried my body, I kept on fighting while constantly shouting for help. I wish someone would hear my screams.

"Yell, Sa. But, like free, nothing will happen! Believe, deh! So, frugal mending is your strength to serve me."

"Curtain! It's unclean!"

He put me to sleep on the couch in the living room of the office. I got up and pushed him and ran out with the key I managed to pull out of Eza's pocket. Eza immediately chased pulling my shirt until it was torn in the left arm.

Kutang in the vital part. He staggered back. I ran out after the door opened. My steps slowed down, then looked at a man standing in front of the gate. Is that really him?  Is she okay? He's still alive.

I ran to the gate. Damnit damnit! Turns out the gate was locked, too.

"Hey, why are you crying?" ask from the front gate. I suddenly stammered. Eza is out calling me.

Eza. "You won't be able to run, Sa, and him!" His index pointed at Bocil, "Wouldn't do anything." His laughter broke again. Then pulled my arm forcefully back into the office.

"Bobbilly! Help me!"

"Woi! Don't be rude to someone's wife, yeah!" yelled Bocil. He looked confused looking for a way in.

Now I can't see the boy anymore. Eza took me back to the living room of the office. He locked this room, and cornered me. I cried and pleaded, but I could not hear him. He stayed frenziedly pulling my shirt until it was torn again on the right arm. He's like a man of infidelity.

I keep swiping when he tries to make out. The action was stopped by the sound of a door breaking. Before long the door was completely open. Bocil is standing in the doorway there.  His eyes were full of courage and anger.

Without the ba-bi-bu he directly attacked Eza mercilessly. Both were involved in a fierce duel. Bocil looks weak almost lost. I can't be diem. Got to do something. But, what? I saw in the corner of the room there was a big urn. Put the jar on Eza's nape until he's helpless.

Bocil pulled my arm out of the office. I hugged him after he was outside the gate. I sobbed in his arms. His breath was puffed, his hand rubbing this head softly. Then he let go of his embrace.

"You're okay, right?" he asked, examining this body, framing this face and wiping away the tears flowing down the cheeks. I'm shaking.

"You yourself? It's okay?"

"Pure. Yeah, we're getting out of here, huh?" I'm nodding.

"But, what if Eza passes by?"

"No. He's alive, though."

"You, sure, Cil?" He's nodding.

When I got on the bike, and turned to the office terrace, I saw Eza standing there staggered. I breathed a sigh of relief she was really alive as it turned out, but also scared. Afraid that Eza will prolong this. Because all I know is that he's a stubborn guy and doesn't want to lose.

*****

At home, I closed the door and hugged the boy tightly. It feels so happy that he is okay. When Eza said he got rid of it, I thought he had lost it.

"Eh, what's wrong, Ma'am? Tumben curling?"

"You okay, Cil? No injuries, no broken bones, right?" I twisted her body to make sure.

"Dizziness, Ma'am. Main puter-puter only. What's slim to think?"

"Yes, Eza said that he had cheated on you. I'm, so worried."

"Fear of loss, huh?" goda. Though his face was battered, but still the rancor did not fade.

"Oh, so that's what hit me by bouncing on the side of the road is your boss?" continued.

"Maybe. He said he had missed you. But are you really okay?"

"Safe, Ma'am. I was bouncing on the roadside grass," he explained, "What's the matter, anyway? Why is he acting so indecent?"

"Eum, I'll tell you later, but now I'd better take your lula, huh?" He nodded in agreement. Waiting on the sofa in the middle room. I went to my room to get a P3K box. Then treat the wound while shedding tears.

"Hey, who's sick? Who cried who? I'm okay, really. Yes, don't cry!"

I'm even sobbing. It feels really scared. Afraid lost. I wouldn't be able to live without him. But, what about Mom's plan? What if later Mom managed to persuade the leak to come with her? And ... What if Eza is getting desperate to hurt Bocil? What am I supposed to do?

"Hey, dong cried. I'm really okay, ma'am." He pulled this head gently and immersed it into his embrace. Warm and comfortable. I put my hands to her waist.

"You're not gonna leave me, are you, Cil?" I don't know, all of a sudden the question just slid in.

"Kok nanyanya is that? Why?"

"Eum, it's okay. It doesn't matter if you've missed it!" I pulled myself out of his arms. He pulled me back into his arms.

"Whatever happens, I'll stay by your side. To be with you through the day, to love you wholeheartedly, to love you with all my heart, and to take care of you all my soul until the end of my life."

Your words are convincing, Cil, but honestly I still doubt. Your words just now really came out from the bottom of the heart, or just from the lips of the king of the dreadlocks just for the sake of pleasing and calming this heart?

Whatever it is I don't care. From now on, I'll just enjoy every second of time with you, Cil. Let everything go according to destiny, and flow like water. What is the end result? Let time answer.

"Yes, he said he wanted to tell me about your boss who doesn't have that morality? Go, story!"

"Eum, how about we take a shower first. It's so sticky on my body."

His eyes immediately sparkled and nodded enthusiastically. "Come on! Taking a shower together is what it means, Mommy?"

"Eh, Ma'am, I'm not, it's still a leak, Ma'am?"

"Stuck!" He nodded and complained. It must be the corner of his lips that are sore, tuh.

"Bak, it's still boiled water, so I took a shower first, yeah!"  he said to pass behind me with a towel draped over his shoulder.

"Hmm."

*****

After she finished the bath, I went straight into the bathroom. The water is cold again. After the new bath realized, apparently forgot to bring a towel. Where his dirty clothes had already been wet had fallen to the floor and splashed. Ck!

"Ciii!" call me clumsy.

"Yeah!" He recited from the middle of his voice.

"Sinii!"

I heard he ran enthusiastically. Ck! Tumans! "Yes, what, Ma'am?" ask her from behind the bathroom door.

"Eum, yahoo ...."

"Nganu? What's nganu?"

"You want help."

"Please what? Want to ask for help rubbing his legs? Hayuck! Cepetan open the door!"

Kugebrak leaves the door. "Your brain needs to be on the cake, Cil!" He's snapping.

"Yes, what do you keep asking for help? Oh, you're cold, hugged? Huh yeah?"

"Dengerin first! Nyerocos!"

"Hehe, yes.  Yes, I was horrified. What's the spate doing?"

"Please get a towel. I forgot to bring a towel."

"Home on!" I heard he ran to get a towel. Soon he returned and knocked on the door.

"I opened the door a little, you don't look, Cil!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Revelation! Ll get excited!"

"Yes, yes! Not looking at."

I opened the door a little so she could give her towel through the crack. "Well, where's the towel?" He's unmoved.

"Cil! Not funny, yeah! Cold, here!" He's snapping.

"Let's calm I'll be angetin', Mommy."

"Ck! Cil, seriously napa?! Argha! Towel hoard!" Finally he gave the towel also through the door gap that I opened a little. But, not released immediately. Even playing with a towel.

"Babciiiil! Not funny!" She was blown away then finally took off her towel as well.

*****

After changing clothes, I went to the middle room. On the table were two cups of coffee and a snack. He patted the empty space for me to sit next to him.

"Nih, drink the coffee let the angel!"

"Thank you."

"Either. If you want more angles, here." He patted his chest. Hugging means.

"No! Thanksmeme it! Enough with the coffee."

"Hmmh, it was just a curve," he said. I was stupid, sipping coffee and eating the available snacks.

"Come, story!" toodong.

Ah, yes, I need to make it clear who Eza really is. Don't let him know from anyone else.  Can be long business.

"OK, so Eza's ...."

"Oh, so her name is Eza?" as usual. I nodded in confirming. He grabbed his coffee cup and sipped it.

"He's my ex."

Bocil. The coffee almost spouted. "WHAT?! THE EX?!" his screeches. I nodded again, after being stunned by her reaction.

"Then you don't have to work there again tomorrow!" continued firmly. Original, this is the first time I've seen him this serious.