MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Unsure

"What is the chronology?" mrs Laila asked, "Why can Eza do that to you?"

So I explained in detail about the beginning I knew with Eza. Until the tragedy a week ago. Then at the office I begged him. Also about the CCTV footage that was deleted. I heard Mr. Broto take a deep breath. Miss Laila shook her head in disbelief.

They both went back to silence. The atmosphere in this white room became quiet. I silently play the finger, deg-degan waiting for Mr. Broto's decision. Does he trust me and want to help or vice versa?

Again, Mr. Broto took a deep breath. Shake, then look at me. "Well, I'll try to talk to Eza, yeah."

I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought they would both be angry and not believe what I said. They are good and wise people. I think coming here was the right decision. Hopefully this problem will find a way out soon. I've missed Bocil's pranks so much.

"If Eza does so, I will act decisively. You don't have to worry, Safa. I will try to help" continued Mr. Broto. Happy tears just escaped. Bu Laila approached and rubbed this shoulder gently. Amplifies.

It was like seeing a ray of hope. Like a man standing in the middle of a dark hallway. Then I saw the light at the end.

I wiped the rest of the tears. Don't forget to thank them for their kindness. I went home because the night was so late.

"How did you get home?" ask Ms. Laila.

"May I order a taxi online, ma'am."

"It's eleven o'clock in the evening, you know. Gini aja, you let us take the driver, yes." I was flabbergasted to hear Ms. Laila's offer.

"That's what Mom said. Let me bring the driver. Itung-itung as a form of our apology for Eza's actions. So, let's make it up to you a little bit this way, huh?" cerocos Mr. Broto.

"It has. Come on, I'll take you forward!" Miss Laila is embracing this shoulder. I'm getting clumsy. Up ahead, Ms. Laila ordered her driver who happened to be staying and was talking at the security guard post.

A man called 'Pak Muji' was instantly approaching and obedient. He pulled the car out of the garage. Waiting for me near the gate.

"Here, get in the car!" the Decree of Bu Laila.

"Eum, sorry, Mom. I'm getting troublesome like this."

"Ck, don't bother. After all, the one who thinks you're the driver. Not me" he whispered. We continued to laugh.

"Yes, then I say goodbye. Thanks for the ride, too."

"Yes. Be careful!" I nodded, seconds later walked up to the car and got in. The driver drove his car.

******

After work, I was stunned for a moment in front of the fence. I looked at the open door of the house. I cringed trying to remember. Did I forget to lock the door this morning? It doesn't seem to forget, but why is the door open now?

I stepped slowly through the front yard, feeling apprehensive. Is there maybe a thief? I'm looking for stuff for self-protection. Coincidentally next to the house there was a shovel. I took it and I pointed it up ready to hit the opponent.

I stepped slowly into the house, eyes moving wildly. Vigilant. Heart palpitations fearfully. Breathing is also afraid.

The living room I managed to get through. Now my eyes are monitoring the middle room. There's no one. I looked up at the sharpening of hearing. In the direction of the kitchen I heard movement there.

I breath slowly. I held the shovel tight and put it in the air. Ready combat. Take the slowest possible step so as not to make a sound. Looks like a fix, there's this vane.

Arriving at the connecting door between the dining room and the kitchen, I hid by the side of the door. Slowly bend the head. I saw a man's back. I hid again by the side of the door. Fiks, it's like he's a thief.

My mouth is in disbelief. That's right he is. Instantly the shovel I was holding fell down and made a noise.

"Yesaam!" his screams were shocked and immediately put the horses facing me. I was shocked too by his reflexes.

He changed his position to stand up. We looked at each other at a distance. I stepped slowly closer to her who was fixated, my eyes constantly fixed on her. I framed his face, still in disbelief.

"I-i-this is really you?!"

'Trieiii!'

I jumped in shock, and was immediately in a sitting position. Loh, how am I in the room? Not in the kitchen with the kid, huh?

"Ciii!" I ran to check every corner of the room. Bocil does not exist. Looking at the clock, argh, apparently at 5 am. Then it was just a dream. My body slumped to the floor. Sitting in front of the door of Bocil's room.

I miss you, Cil. It has been five days since I met Mr. Broto and asked for his help at that time, but until now there has been no news about the development of the case that befell the Bocil. I don't know, how far Mr. Broto has gone in helping me. I feel sad if I have to keep asking.

I turned my head lethargic towards the front door when I heard someone knock and say hello. Who the hell, early in the morning like this? I don't know what other mager's are. It feels like the body is very weak when it will stand. Feet are heavy when placed on the front door.

"Yes, who are you looking for, sir?" I asked a man standing in front with a full face helmet covering his face.

"This is a package for, Ma'am." Oh, the courier apparently.

"Huh?! The package? I didn't order anything, sir. Maybe you sent it wrong."

"The mother's name is Safa, isn't she?"

"Yes right."

"That's right this package is indeed for Ma'am."

Kinda confused. Where consciousness has not returned completely after dreaming of a leak home earlier. Now suddenly I get a delivery. I grabbed that thing.

"Please open, Ma'am!" his word made my forehead wince.

"open? Now?"

"Yes, ma'am, to make sure the item is damaged or not. Then let me take a photo for proof."

It's kind of weird, but I'm just kind of sorting. When the box was opened, it turned out that the contents of the tart cake and on it there was the inscription 'happy birthday my wife, dear' suddenly turned to the man in front. I opened the glass cover of his face.

"Bab!iil!" I shouted in disbelief. He raised his eyebrows, smiling down his rows of teeth, blinking one eye. Wait a minute, may this still be a dream mood?

"Try pinching me!" tell me as I extend my arm before him. He even grabbed the box of cookies in my hand and placed it on the terrace table. Even with his helmet, he was taken off and placed on the table. I still stared at him without blinking. Afraid that I blinked he's gone. Seconds later approached again, and hugged me tightly.

"I still don't believe it. Are you really home, Cil? I'm not dreaming anymore, am I?" I'm still in his arms. He stretched out his arms and then kissed these eyebrows and these two cheeks. Her lips felt real warm and soft.

"I'm really home, Mom!" he cried while framing this face. I still stared at him in disbelief.