MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Amberly

Suddenly trembling, nervous mixed fear, and also shy kepalang want to move back to its original position. Uh, not shy, but already comfortable in his arms. Warm.

But, long tired also tilted like this continues. I tried to move back to the starting position. He even hugged a hug.

"Oh, cil!"

"No, Mbaaak. Gini tauk delicious. Angett's."

"Well, cil time. You're delicious!" my sigh she finally relaxed her embrace a little. I inched upwards, and accidentally hit my head against his chin.

"Byhoo!" our screams at the same time. He continued to complain. I shuffled up to sit on his face.

"Oh my goodness, is it sick? Does anyone bleed?" His face was in the dark.

"Sakiiit," his whine spoiled.

"Which one, is sick?" He took my hand and put my index finger on his lips. Gently rub while resisting vibration and pulsing in the chest. He did the same. Gently caress these cheeks, then her fingers stop at these lips.

He pulled my head softly, close to the front of his face. Getting closer, and for the second time our lips fused together. I can just sit back and enjoy the beauty of tonight.

We flinched, the unification of our lips was released when the lights suddenly lit up. We justify the position, tidying up each other's performances. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward again. I shuffled my head against the bed, and he did the same. I dare not look at him. Embarrassed.

Kulirik he even played hp. Ih, what the hell, Bocil. I folded my hands on my chest, breathing softly. Do I need to unboxing him! It feels really good.

My forehead frowned as my phone clinked at the sign of a message coming in. I reached for the hp that I had placed on the small table beside the bed. Message from the boy. Kulirik he who pretended to be busy typing. Why try using an all chat show? But, we sit side by side. It's strange!

[Are you not ready to be my wife?]

The deg! I swear, suddenly the body feels stiff can not be moved. Huf, reply what, huh? Honestly, yes? Okay, be honest Safa! I don't know how many times I deleted the messages I had been struggling to type. Lip pengulum, so shy.

[What the hell is it, Ma'am, long time?] Again he sent a message.

[So how are you ready yet?] Another message from him. Makes me like an interrogated investigator know, anyway?

[Udah.] After a long sigh finally it was a message I managed to send. Biting lower lip, genuine, severe embarrassment.

[Surely, are you ready to be mine?] tanyanya.

[Yes.]

[Yes what?]

[Surely, make it all yours.]

Heard me sighing and hurrying to put his phone to its original place. I did the same thing. Closing his eyes waited for him to act.

He stretched out his hair, slid closer, his hand stretched out slowly to grab my hand and then grabbed it. His hands are cold. Definitely nervous.

"Yes, ma'am?" tanyanya. I nodded faintly.

"Huf! Same," he answered. Seconds later his hand was tight. It's unboxing what's going to cross at the red light, anyway? I poked my lips holding an amused laugh.

Again, he shifted closer until finally without a bulkhead. Crazy, my heart feels like it's about to jump out of the contest. Huf! His chin is to face towards him. Her eyes looked at me deeply. These eyes were closed enjoying his caress on these cheeks and lips.

I felt him then kiss his forehead, both eyes, both cheeks, then. Don't faint, Safa! Don't faint! It felt like I was floating in space.

I pulled away as he was about to poke this neck. His gaze seemed to imply asking 'why?' I put my lips on the stomach that suddenly felt pain and wrapped around.

"www!" my groaning as his pain grew.

"Why?" he asked in panic, maybe he was confused as yet had complained of pain. Well, this is the stomach why else should it hurt when you think gini, anyway? Can't be compromised!

"My stomach hurts. Yuk, anterin to the toilet!" I pulled his arm. He just shuffled.

I got to the toilet and patted the eel. Open the door and cross the index finger in front of him who is still folding his hand on the chest in front of the toilet door. He called, not understanding maybe. Then I shook my head.

"What?" His face looked very curious.

"Eum, I don't think tonight's the right time to make ...."

"Why? Wasn't Mama ready? Why did you suddenly change your mind like this?" Now the look on his face seemed disappointed. I walked back to the room. He's tailing.

"I have an uninvited guest."

"Guests? What guest, anyway, Ma'am?"

"Monthly guest."

"Coming moon?"

I'm nodding.

"Hayd?" Again he asked. Probably sure.

"Yes." Yeah."

He patted the eel, and immediately dropped himself onto the mattress in a prone position. I heard him sighing harshly. Must be a big disappointment. I'm really disappointed, too, Cil. Why come at a time when you think gini, anyway? Yes, it's a vulnerable date, anyway.

After changing the interior and wearing pads. I put my body back on the bed. He was busy with his cell phone. Is he angry? But, this isn't my fault? I leaned back to him. Before long I felt him coming closer, and clutching my body from behind.

"Cil, I ...."

"Yes, I know. No need to explain anymore. I'm just gonna go to bed hugging you like this, all right?" I'm silent sign agree.

"May I ask you one more thing, right?" tanyakanya.

"For a long time, huh?" He chuckled, "Yes, what?"

"Come back here dong! I'd like to look at your pretty face." I pulled my shoulder slowly. I finally obeyed his will. Turn around and now the position of our faces parallel to each other. Look at each other in close proximity.

"I love you, Ma'am."

Really want bales, but these lips seem sticky there is glue. The tongue also feels bad. Why is it so hard to say, "I love you to."

"So, yes, now we're a fix."

"Huh?! Meanin?"

"That was just me shooting."

Huh uh?! I thought the reply was just spoken in my heart? It turns out that it really is spoken.

"From now on, Ma'am is my halal girlfriend, and vice versa." He raised his eyebrows. Pinched this squash of cheeks, then frowned this forehead.

"Good night. Good night, good dreams."

"You too." He nodded, lurching closer to embrace me with his lips pressed against this forehead.

*****

I woke up, the position of my body is already poor across the top of the mattress. Loh, where's Bocil going? I sat looking at the clock. It's still 2 in the morning. Celingukan looking for the whereabouts of the Bocil. Turns out he slept under a mattress. Lah, why?

I slowly shook his shoulder. "Nuts!"

"Hmm." He blinked and opened his eyes.

"Why are you sleeping downstairs?"

"Sleeping sack like a lumping horse again trance know not?" he answered while rejuvenating the drowsiness.

"Sleep fidgety, hit my face, crush my stomach, kicked until I rolled down to the floor. Instead of battered, yes, mending moved down. Let's also be relieved, anyway" he continued.

Emang anyway, said Mother if I was again sick or menstrual pain like this restless sleep is not necessarily the direction. I don't know if it was that bar. Poor him.

"I'm sorry, Cil. I was unconscious. If anyone else is sick, they like gini. My sleep is restless not necessarily direction."

"Yes, it's okay. I'm sleeping again still malem, this." I'm nodding. He even got up.

"Where are you going?"

He took wind oil as it turned out. "Here, I rub her stomach with this let's go. A few times, a little bit later the pain."

He sat down next to me lying down. Pull my clothes and gently apply wind oil to this stomach. After feeling enough, my clothes are tidied up again and enveloped themselves to the chest. He went back to sleep next door, this time not hugging each other, but our hands holding each other.

******

When the alarm went off and I woke up, I couldn't find the Bocil on the side. I went out of the room after making blankets and pillows. I found him busy in the kitchen frying fish while wearing a helmet. Yes salaaam! I was overwhelmed by his absurd behavior.

"Why don't you wake me up anyway, Cil?"

"Bak, again his stomach ache. I can't take it."

I don't know why I suddenly couldn't take it anymore. It's just as funny as its sound. I hugged him from behind and I leaned this chin over the side of his shoulder.

"Connect later yeah, hug it. Pick up the fried fish first, Mommy." I let go of the hug. He offered to help, but he refused. He told me to sit down and enjoy his warm tea. He said to let my stomach settle a little.

"Yes, it's almost forgetfulness. This is what I made turmeric tamarind. Google mbah word anyway, this herbal medicine can relieve menstrual pain," he said after we ate breakfast together.

Jamu curayh that has been placed in the drink bottle. Still warm nails. I feel like crying. Very happy with his behavior today. He has been up from 4 am more minutes, continues to do all the homework, even still had time to make me all herbal medicine. Just pain because of menstruation aja so this he treated me, until can not say anything at all. Se-lebay it's him.

"You can make jamu? Sure, it is safe to drink? Later if it even makes stomach pain how?"

"Pure. That guy I was searching on Google. Part of the material is just turmeric powder packaging, sour as sugar Java, I continue to boil. That was doang. Herbs, safe." He held his thumb.

"Thank you," I said, teary eyes. Behind his attitude that installment and sometimes mutebelin. I can feel his love so amazing. Also her tender heart was loving.

*******

After work, after a short break. I swept it up to the terrace. Before the husband goes home, the house must be clean and tidy. Pity it, if he had to again later who digerjain all of it. My activity stopped when a car stopped in front of the fence. A woman soon came out. Mom, what else is he here for?

He immediately sat on the terrace seat. When I offered him a drink, he refused as usual. Then I told him to sit down and say something to talk about.

"I met Dafa ...."

"Yes. Dafa why, Mom?" ask me when he doesn't continue his sentence.

"That dafa really wants to come with me. He was also very cool when I offered to study at a famous university, but ...."

"But, what?"

"But, he's confused about how you are? He is afraid that you will be saddened by his decision. He said he wanted to live with me from the beginning. It's just that he feels bad about you. That's why he pretended to refuse in front of you."

Huh uh?! The hell, Bocil like that? Emotional conditions are again unstable like this, there are those that make it more unstable. Patience, Safa! Sabaaar!

"So, please dong, the understanding. If Dafa is confused to talk to you. Kamunya dong, who initiative talk first! Don't be selfish! That Dafa wants to go forward pursuing his success, don't be your hindrance!" he just left just like that. I'm still sitting limp in the patio chair. The tears glistened. A myriad of questions filled my brain space.

Is that right, what you said was true?

Is it so, all this time the sweet words of the Bocil just came out of his lips?

Are they, their attention and affection that look so real are only masks?

Could it be that all he did was just to fulfill the obligation as a mere husband?

I flinched from the daydream when I felt someone rub this cheek.