MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Wetter

"Hey, why daydream while crying? What's up?"

I'm shaking. "There's nothing." A second later I stood entering the house, she was tailing. My steps came to a halt as he blocked this arm. He passed through my body, and now stands before me.

"It's impossible to cry if there's nothing. You have to tell me the same story! If not ...." He stopped his words. Maybe you're thinking about the connection.

"When not what?" my ketus. He hugged me tightly.

"I will not let go of this hug, before the promise of a detailed and honest story about what makes you shed tears like this!"

"Yes, hug me forever!"

"okay!" My challenge was met with passion. Minutes had passed he did not loosen his embrace. Long-long sultry and tired as well.

"Yes, I told you. But, later after we shower." I finally gave up.

He let go of the embrace and immediately pulled the arm. "Corn, shower!"

"Oh, what the hell, tinker!" Patted his arm.

"So he said take a bath in a bareeeng."

"Well, who's fighting? It's halu!"

"So, Ma'am said gini 'after we shower' yes, right?" I'm nodding.

"Naaah, 'we' means we're both taking a bath?"

"No! Replace shower!" sewot. Then run into the bathroom first. Keep coming out again, forget not to bring a towel.  After the towel was in hand, I went back into the bathroom. Closing the door, not forgetting to lock and turn.

"Oh yeah!" my screams. Bocil took his pants down.

"Babciiiil! Why did you help start? Huh uh?!" my nag.

"Yes, I don't think you're taking a shower."

"Mode!"

"Oh yeah, we take a shower together what a hard thing. The place is wide."

"There was no shower. Get out! I take a shower first!" my firmness.

"No way!" He put the face of Tengil bin ngeselin. I was upset to take the water one dipper and I threw it into his body. He did not want to lose, return water to my body using a bucket. Of course my whole body is covered.

When I got upset about to scream, he poured another bucket of water. I spilled water with a dipper repeatedly. The impact is now equally drenched.

He grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and poured it onto the bath sponge. Then approached. I quickly put the horses.

"Eitz! What's to do?" I asked while pointing at him.

"Mau nyabunin Ma'am."

"Eh, I don't want to!" I'm avoiding. Wanted to run towards the door and get out, but was intercepted.

"Don't be weird, Cil!" my tent.

"We are both wet, so yes, we take a shower together. Aren't you?"

"No! I don't want to! You took a shower first. Watch, move! I'm going out!" He even spread his hands in front of the door.

"No want! I won't let this beautiful moment end."

"What a beautiful moment. It's cold, Cil! That's it, weird shit. Hunt if you want to shower! Let me get out first!" I shifted her body away from the door.

"Yes, yes. The mother who took a shower first. Let me get out." He finally relented. But, before he actually came out smeared the soap foam that was stuck in his hands onto these cheeks. Some of the busan narrowed to the eyes, of course, causing a sense of pain.

"www!" my moans.

"Geez, got an eye, huh?" He sounded panicked.

"Behold," he continued, "Now, wash his face first" he added, pouring water into my hands. After washing my face, I tried to open my eyes slowly according to his instructions.

"I'm sorry, not intentionally," he said, rubbing this cheek gently.

"Don't, don't go in mode! It's out there!" I pushed his shoulder out. Then lock the bathroom door. Safe.

*****

"Said your mother, you really have been since the beginning of wanting to follow her. Just ... It's not good to say the same to me. Yeah, really?" I finally started a conversation after she kept coming after me about my crying this afternoon.

"Loh, not Ma'am huh, who is actually not happy with our marriage? You're just waiting for the right time, right, to end this marriage?"

"Well?!" I was flabbergasted, "What do you mean, Cil?"

"The woman said, yesterday my brother found out, and Mbak told her that he was actually not happy with our marriage. Keep waiting for the right time to talk to me."

I shook my head, brushed off the hoax. "No. I didn't say that."

"Same. I don't say that either, Ma'am."

We were silent for a moment. Busy with their own minds. Then kompak sighed. If I breathe a sigh of relief. That him? I don't know.

"That means it's a new way he's making our misahin, Ma'am. So that later after I separated from Mbak, he can continue to collect." He continued to shake.

He changed his position to face me. Throw this hand and hold it tight. "Look at my eyes!" her word.

"Indeed ... The way I've treated you all this time hasn't quite explained, huh?"

I'm speechless. Look at our adrift hands. Sighs deeply, exhales slowly, and looks back at him.

"From the beginning I decided to be a substitute bride for you. I am absolutely sure of my feelings. That I love you.  You're my guardian, my world, my happiness, my stars, my fullness, my ment."

My chest is starting to cramp. I'm moved. I can feel your sincerity, only I need more certainty.

"I just want to get through the days of the rest of my life, with you. Aged with you, and our children later if God wills."

Defense jebol. Tears drip drop by drop after each other wet the cheeks. He wiped my tears gently. Even with my snot, there was no hint of implied disgust.

"Now how do you feel yourself? If you have any objections to this marriage .. I am ready for all your decisions. It's important you're happy."

"My happiness .. you. With you." My tears are hard. He pushed closer and buried this head on his chest. I sobbed there.

"I wouldn't be able to live without you."

"I can't be away from you either, Ma'am." He pecked this forehead, and framed this face, "Listen! From now on, we can't just believe the same words of others! Okay?" I'm nodding.

"From now on, we just need to focus on setting the future. No need to care about people. Hand in hand, the road goes hand in hand through the joys and sorrows together. Until death separates. Agreed?" He held his pinky. I nodded, then fused my little finger.

After the pinky promise came off, he spread out his hands. I slammed into his arms again. It felt very comfortable and happy after hearing the expression of his heart. My heart also felt plong after successfully revealing the contents of the heart.

"Eum, how about we call her now with a call baby?"

"What?" my husband then withdrew from his embrace.

"Eum, how about Mimu and Miku?"

My forehead winches. "What kind of call is that?"

"Yes, Mimu means yours. Well, Miku is mine."

"You're mine, I'm yours. You call me Miku, I call you Mimu" he continued.

Byehah, mending diiyain aja, rather than mumet right. "Yes, whatever."

"Okay, deal yes, Mamu."

I shook his hand. "Deal, Miku."

Mimu's? The miku? Jeezoo! Not really Alay, anyway? Ck!

"Nr ...."

"Hayooo, what was the deal?" as usual.

I grin. "Sorry, Miku. Kan, it's been a habit of calling Cil, so forget."

"Just if Mimu is wrong to call Miku the law."

"The law?"

"Yes. Juristic. If Miku is also wrong to call, Mimu must also give punishment. Okay?"

I took a long breath. Looking up at the ceiling. Gini has a very dirty husband.

"Because Mimu was wrong to call .. now is the time to take the punishment."

"His sentence ... what?" I just feel horrified. He raised an eyebrow. Smiling ignorant.

"You've got to hold on, 'cause it's gonna hurt a little bit."

"What the hell, Miku?! Don't be weird, you!"

"Brake!" I closed my eyes as he ordered.

"Okay, hold on, this is gonna hurt."

Duh, what the hell, is he going to do? Ck! It's more absurd his behavior.

"Oh yeah!" my screams are horrified.

"Ck! Kan, it's not been achieved yet," he growled. I giggle.

"This is the punishment!" he yelled while tickling this waist. I'm getting giggled by the inclinations. After escaping his naughty hands, I ran to the room. Sleep first. Even though it was late afternoon, the eyes were heavy. Maybe because I was too tired to work in the office. Also had a moment down by the words Mother this afternoon. Miku is still going to finish watching the movie, he said.

******

"No! Don't take my husband, Mom!" my whine came when the woman came again. This time he brought a bodyguard. Four men dressed in all black and large bodies were dragging Miku forcibly.

"Take him to the car!" tell the woman to all four bodyguards.

"I don't get them! Say something Miku! Remember our promise! You said we wouldn't be separated except by death!" Somehow my husband did not say, he seemed resigned when dragged into the car.

Mother followed in the car after previously had pushed me to fall. I got up while holding ringis in pain. Miku remained indifferent.

"Mikuuuu don't stayin akuuu!" I sat on the street after I couldn't catch up with him anymore. I'm fucked up, beating the asphalt. Evaporating emotions. I don't know whose hand is suddenly holding this shoulder.