MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

2M

"I'm sorry, I'm talking to myself, not Mom."

"It's not clear, anyway! Wonderful, the model is like this Dafa doyan, anyway?" he murmured, but it sounded clear in my ear. Patience, Safa! Sabaaar! Besides being older, he was also in-law. The woman who had given birth to the boy was rancid, but sweet and nangenin it. Ah, bocil, I miss.

"Hey!" I gasped at the flick of my thumb in front of this face.

He then sat down, shaking what he was thinking. "You haven't taken your medicine or anything, anyway? He was talking even smiling indistinctly!"

"Eh, I'm sorry, Mom, what did I say?"

"Where's dafa?" ask him ketus, "Call the spit! There needs to be one with him!"

Duh, how is this? If honestly, maybe Bocil likes it, for example, his mother knows about his condition? But, time to lie to the parents? For the sake of good it's okay times, yes, lie a little.

Mother applauds in front of my face. "It's dumb again! You sawanan or what, anyway? Huh uh?!"

"Em, Dafa has left for work, Mom."

"From there, cake! Just wasting my time!" then he left without saying goodbye.

Kuhela took a long breath. Trying to smile to get rid of resentment in the heart. Kan, there are tuh, quotes that sound gini; do not wait for happiness to smile, but smile, then you are happier.

But, this was a smile from earlier, happy never to come, dry teeth kerontang, yes. Ck! My happiness is only if you're by my side it turns out, Cil. It turned out that yes, everything just felt meaningful when he was gone.

I was shocked by the sound of a taxi horn in front of me. "About dong, Paaak!"

"The end of Ma'am from earlier I called no nyahut."

"Huh?! The hell time, sir? Yeah, sorry about that. Sorry, I failed to focus, sir."

Mr. driver's bell-ringing. Then let me in, and drove his car. Once stuck in traffic, finally arrived at the office. I took a deep breath as I was about to enter the office. I hope Eza gets to work today, so I can negotiate with him.

"Eh, Ferries!" call me to the OB who just came out of Eza's room.

"Yes, Ms. Safa. Why?"

"Sir Eza hasn't come yet?"

"Yet. It's still empty."

Did he not work again today? Is he still as cool as he was? After doing something and then hiding.

I ran a little to align my steps with Miss Foni. Ask about Eza ngantor or not today. It turns out that today most likely he does not work, because all the work has been assigned to Bu Foni.

Now how am I supposed to? What am I supposed to do? Maybe I should talk about this later with Bocil when I swipe him in the cell. I did my job so that at lunch time I could be allowed to go to see my husband.

*****

Everything went according to plan. The work was completed exactly 15 minutes before lunch time. I went to Foni's room. My permission request was approved. After saying 'thank you' I left. Arriving at the front gate of the office, the taxi I ordered has stayed. It seems that today my journey has been facilitated. Hopefully there are no obstacles and get to the destination safely.

"The destination is appropriate in the App, yes, Ma'am?"

"Yes, sir."

Somehow when he arrived at the Police Station suddenly nervous when he was going to meet the Bocil. Deg-degan severe, and suddenly want to appear neat when in front of him. I sat in the waiting room restlessly.

He was soon out with a policeman. We looked at each other from a distance for a while. I stood up to welcome him closer. Then ran into his arms. Cry broke.

"Bak how are you?"

I let go of the hug. "That's what it's supposed to be, I. You how are you?" I framed his face, checked his wound. The corners of his lips had dried up, while Eza's former fist was now turning blue. Can't bear to see it. My tears keep on breaking.

"I'm sorry, because of me you're a gini. Why are you the only one caught? I was also involved. I should have been dit ...."

He put an index finger on this lip, hissing while shaking forbid me to speak again. Then hold these two hands. "I'm fine, really, now. It hurt, anyway."

"Sa-sick?" He nodded and put on a sad face, "What's sick?"

"Why? Must have been Eza's last bump yesterday, huh?"

She shook her head. "Because it's full of longs." Kutabok. I don't know if his wife is worried.

"However, again in prison too, all the time!" my nag.

"Who is crashing. I'm serious Ma'am, one day last night did not meet Ma'am, it feels like 5 windu know not, anyway. The chest felt tight and heavy by the mountain longing."

I let out a rough breath. Kesel, but seneng also anyway, although again like gini, the tengilnya not fade. Cute too. Uh!

"Mbak himself how are you? Is Eza still bothering you?"

"No. He didn't even work from yesterday. Disappear like the earth's swallowed."

"Thank God, if so. Yeah, sit down, yuk!" bring later. Now we sit side by side. Silence without a word, our eyes meet. Hands holding each other. She wiped my tears that would not stop dripping. It's sad to see that he has to be ensnared in this law. I don't feel ready, I want to take him away. She shook my head to signal me not to cry, but I couldn't stop my tears.

"Busuk time is only 5 minutes, ma'am." A policeman told. I gasped, then started talking seriously. Confer with the Bocil about where I should seek help to free him.

"What, ask your mother for help?" I was a little afraid to ask this question, but it was already thrown out.

"Never!" he was emphatic, "I'd rather rot here than get out by his help!" emotional negation.

"Oh yeah, I'll try to find another way."

"I'm sorry, time's up. Let's get back to the cell, sir!" bring a Police officer.

"Now dong, sir. I still miss my wife."

"Yes, sir, please take 5 minutes, sir!" I chimed.

"Sorry, I can't!"

I hugged him before being led back to the cell. "I'll find a way to get you out of here. You're fine, right here."

"Yes. Mommy's fine out there too! One more thing, no matter what happens never ask the woman for help!"

"Hmm."

"Let's get back to the Cell, sir!" Ughhhh! This cop doesn't know if I'm still missing.

With a heavy heart I let go of the embrace. Then give the favorite food of the Bocil that I had bought at a roadside food stall.

"See, sir, there's forgetfulness!" he cried, then ran here again after previously had walked a few steps to the Cell.

I looked up at the table and under the table looking for something he said was left behind, but nothing. "What's left?" many confused.

"Here I whisper, Ma'am!" I also close my ears.

I was stunned when a warm kiss landed on my right cheek. My eyes rounded, then looked towards the Police Officer who was fixated waiting. Then take the Bocil back to the cell. When it was a little far away the Bocil back to act. He gave me a kiss bye.

"Catch, Mbaaak!" he shouted after making a movement like throwing something. My reflexes seemed to catch him. He then formed his finger into love. Before it finally disappeared at the turn of the corridor. Ah, Bocill. Thank you for returning my spirit to find your way.

Before returning home, I met one of the police officers on duty. Inquire about the offences charged to Dafa. Also asked about the fine.

"If it's cheap, ma'am. Only four thousand five hundred, but ...."

"But, what sir?"

"The cost of the demands of the nominal victim is very good."

"How, Sir?" My heart was pounding waiting for the policeman to explain.

"Two billion."

"Huh?! That's right, sir!" I couldn't believe it. The police confirmed and confirmed his words. The next second this knee feels like it's missing a bone. Limply. Crazy is it the Eza asked for money for compensation claims as much as that? He was also not seriously injured. All problems start with him himself. Now even twist the facts, plus sink in again! Watch out for you, Za!