MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Roommate

I gasped as he waved in front of this face. Awakening from the daydream. Looking at him in disbelief. It's not a dream, is it, he's really home? Seriously?!

"Hey, Ma'am why the hell, dumbstruck? That's how it feels, is it me? Da? Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows, "Why? I'm getting hotter, Ma'am?"

"Mbak, hey, blink Ma'am! Blink!" He blew my face, "Well, this look is like my wife because she's been left behind."

"I'm scared, Cil."

He turned to look towards the fence. Then monitor around. Then back to face me. "Fear what?" He held both sides of my shoulder.

"Fear I blink, you say again."

He's snapping. "Emang Mbak thinks I'm a subtle creature who can tell in the blink of an eye? Huh uh?!" He further pinched the squash either side of this cheek. Original, he actually went home apparently.

I'm a tabok, he complained. I pinched, she screamed in pain and rubbed my pinches. Then I looked at me in astonishment. I formed the letter V with my finger.

"Bak why the hell, the husband came home instead of being loved and even persecuted!" skink. I hugged him tightly. Happy tears just escaped. He returned my embrace, rubbing this soft head.

"Udah dong, the husband came home and was greeted with tears. Make coffee cake, eat. Thirsty and laper, here."

I don't care if he keeps snoring. I was afraid to let go of the embrace. Afraid he'll turn up again.

"Mom!"

"Mom!"

"Diem!" my snapping.

"It's nothing, Ma'am. The problem is ...."

"What?!" I still hug him.

"Lepasin first yes, his embrace. Later, want a hug or whatever. Now go first, jerk off!"

"No way!"

He chuckles. "Ciyeee, someone's afraid of being left behind, huh? That's how you feel, isn't it?"

I don't care about the ledge. Maybe I should start being honest with my own feelings. I am tired of lying to myself. The mouth says it doesn't like it, but the heart actually likes to wear it. But, what about Bocil? Embarrassed.

"Mbak, I'm anyway, grinning. Even suuueneng really mbak this way, justaa ...."

"What's free?"

"Kasian Kang Ojeknya waiting for a jacket with a helmet" he whispered. I let go of the hug. Shy to the motorcycle taxi driver who was standing behind the Bocil. Then ran into the room, out again to the kitchen. Well, so confused don't know what to do. Wrong attitude.

My heart was pounding when I heard Bocil shut the front door. Duh, what do I do now? Suddenly I want to look good in front of my husband. I also cut my hair and clothes. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, repeatedly.

Hearing her step here, I got more nervous and misbehaved. Pretending to be busy in the kitchen. Intentions want to boil water to make coffee, even wrong narok face to the stove. Tap jidat, glance at the Bocil who is now standing at the side.

"What are you cooking, Ma'am?"

I'm poking my lips, trying to stabilize a heart rate that's as pauses-jedug as dj music. The body also suddenly shook. Moveahin the pan so obvious if again trembling.

"Mbak why? Sick? How's that gemeteran?" he asked, seconds later he pulled my shoulder to face him. Taped to the forehead and neck is the back of his hand.

"Not hot" he said, "Oh hohoho, I knowuu!" then shouted. His ears point to this face.

"Surely sick of longing, huh?"

"Ish, don't get sotoy, deh!" tepisku. He turned back to her, holding her in shame. He stood in front of me. Seductively. I turned again, she kept flirting.

"Can it be?! Watch out move! I'm gonna make some coffee, Cil!"

He pulled this body into his arms. Very warm and comfortable. I inhaled deeply the scent of his body that was like a sedative to me. Nah! I'm not letting you go, Cil.

I put my hands to her waist. My tears escaped again. I happy. Very happy. Present you like a rainbow after a rainstorm. Like a lamp in the moment of death. I wouldn't be able to stay away from you anymore, Cil.

He stretched his arms. I also let go of the embrace. His hand framed this face, wiping away my tears. I was fixated on enjoying the rumbling heart as he drew his face closer. Keep getting closer, warm breath hit this face. My eyes closed enjoying the warm waves running through the body.

I felt his face getting closer, and his breathing getting warmer. Her soft lips stuck to these lips. I was fixated on not being able to resist. Seconds later I no longer felt the soft touch of his lips. I'm still embarrassed to open my eyes, but there's no further movement from him.

I open my eyes slowly. Blank. There's no one. Where the hell is he? Lost again?

"Ciii!"

My steps stopped when I passed the Bocil on the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room. He looks nervous. Me either. The mood suddenly turned clumsy.

"I'll take a shower!" nervousness though. Then ran into the bathroom. I put on a smiley lip. Gemes saw him who is usually installment suddenly turned embarrassed and misbehaved so.

I touched these lips. Warmly puffed his breath, and also softly his lips as if still clearly felt. It feels like laminating this lip so that the former kiss is not missing.

"It's still there from then on?"

I gasp. "Where?"

"That's it." He pointed to where I stood.

I'm looking around. Geez, yes yes, I even continue to imagine the scene earlier. Forgetting to make coffee and cook. Scratching the nape that is not itchy. Then he started working in the kitchen. Bocil after changing clothes he helped, but instead made me fail to focus and misbehave. Especially since the morning kiss scene earlier, the atmosphere became very clumsy.

*****

"Yes, Ma'am still working in the desk's office?" I asked as we enjoyed breakfast. After a long time we were silent without a word.

"Eza," erratiku.

"Yes, that's the point." His face looks upset.

"Still."

"Keep the desk still likes to bother you, don't you?"

"He rarely goes to the office, but if you go to the office still like that nodong."

"How's nodong?"

"Nodong so I can leave you and marry him."

Suddenly I want to obey him. I want to fill his heart. Okay, I'd rather lose my job than lose it again. No! I don't want him to sulk again. I met after a long time apart.

"Okay, this is gonna be my last day at work. I'm going to the office all resigned."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah." I accompanied with a nod of confidence.

"Yes, I'll take you to his office later." I nodded at his offer. She smiles.

"What about your job? After being exposed to the case yesterday about where you work still want to find you, right?"

"Safe, Ma'am. I slept there last night."

"Huh?! Meanin?"

"I'm still allowed to work there" he explained, "So, I actually got out of jail last afternoon. Because I want to give a surprise to Mbak, let him go home right to coincide with his wife's birthday" he continued.

"Dad, so mean! I came home from yesterday, but even went to the workshop. Don't know if the wife at home is worried, worried!" my murmur.

"Khem! I think now there is no longer embarrassed, ngakuin his feelings, nintuin care. Fiks, you're so cute, huh, yeee?"

Kesel, want to cry. But I paused, considering that he didn't exist, this look and feel is what I miss the most. Okay, grin with rage.

"Yes, by the way ... How can you be free?" many ensure. He was afraid he was free because of other means and not because of his help Mr. Broto.

"I'm sure you know. Ma'am, who asked Broto to help?"

Oh, that means Mr. Broto has proven his point. "Yes, Kil. No longer know what to do? I suddenly thought of asking him for help."

"It is fitting that your boss is responsible for what his beloved nephew is doing!" resounding.

After breakfast, I served the tart she had brought. We enjoyed it together, punctuated by laughter. The mood is no longer felt. But I can't forget the touch of his lips. Uh!

*****

Arriving at the office, my steps slowed down. Looking strangely around. The atmosphere is so strange today. Not as usual. Some employees are in a group and are having a good conversation. Earlier in front of the guards were also huddling. What the hell, is crushed?

"Five!" call me while waving my hand. He also approached. Then asked 'what's up' with his facial movements.

"This is why it's all in those shoes, anyway?"

"You don't know yet, Sa?" I nodded, because I knew nothing.

"Your ex was arrested by the police" he whispered.

"Eza?" He's nodding.

"What's the case for him?"

"Narcoboy equals harassment of a woman" Rima explained. I scrunched my forehead. Wait a minute, harassment?

When Mr. Broto nanya, I want to make a report or not for the abuse Eza did to me, I refuse. Because he is lazy to continue dealing with the law. After all, Eza has not had time to do anything, yes, even though it leaves trauma, anyway. I chose the path of peace, and Mr. Broto compensated for his nephew's actions with the guarantee of freeing the Bocil.

Then, now which other woman was he harassing? Ah, it's none of my business either. Why am I dizzy. Karma is real, Za. Enjoy what you have planted. Punishment too, right? Rasayn!

*****

"Where, Ma'am has permission left from the office?" ask the boy while we were having dinner.

"Udah."

"Continue?"

"Eum, Mr. Broto refused my resignation letter, Cil. He said, don't want to lose one of the competent employees like me." He's looking down lethargic.

"Pak Broto also promised not to let Eza set foot in his office again, really." I heard him sigh in relief. I put on a smiley lip. Don't know why, just look at the look of his jealousy.

"Eza is now in jail." He who had been focusing on the plate, was now looking at me.

"Couldn't you? Why?"

"He's taking that illegal drug. Same with the abuse case."

"Mam-pussy!" the curse. He seemed very pleased to hear this news.

"So, how? Can I still work? If it is not possible, tomorrow I will talk to Mr. Broto again."

"Yes, if indeed Eza has not wandered there again, it is okay if it still wants to work. It's up to you, ma'am. I don't want to be a restraint. After all, I see Mr. Kroto is a good and wise man."

"Brotoo!" erratku. He's snapping.

We cleaned the dinner table and washed the dishes together. Then watch television together. Waiting for the continuation of the kiss this morning. There's no connection, huh? Uh!

Minutes passed, but there was no sign of movement from the boy. He enjoys playing drama on television. My eyes are tired of needing to fall.

"I ... sleep first yeah, Cil."

"Yes. Good evening. Good night, good dreams."

"Hmm." I rushed to the room. Wish he'd snuff, but it's impossible. Ck!

When ready to sleep, suddenly there is a lizard falling onto the mattress and then silent the herd there. I automatically screamed hysterically, because I was very amused by the animal. Straight away from the mattress standing in the corner of the room.

"What's up?!" ask Bocil who went straight in.

"That'suuu!" I answered while pointing at the bed. He shuddered and then ran out. I'm tailing.

Kutabok. "Ihh, I'm running anyway, not getting rid of the lizard!"

"I'm also disgusted, Ma'am," he replied, but the look on his face seemed to hold a mystery. There was a faint ignorant smile imprinted on his lips.

"Udah, just sleep there!" he continued, pointing at his room with a facial movement. The deg!

He grabbed the remote and turned off the television. Then I walked into his room. I was stuck next to his bed. Waiting for him to close the door. My heart is beating erratically. It's been a long time married, but it feels like it's just the first night. Grogi. Original! His heart grew stronger as he stepped closer.