MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Compact

The boy came home from work smiling. He looks very happy. I chose the stupid time.

"Mom!"

"Hmm."

"Mom!"

"Hmm."

"Mom!"

I took a rough breath and faced where I was sitting. "What the hell, bociiiil? So onion!"

"Right turn," he said, "I want to talk, Ma'am."

"Yes, by the way! My monkey is still sane!"

"If the husband again says it .. look at his face. Gini-gini I'm your husband, ma'am. Appreciate it, dikiiiit. Not much is not good."

Again, I breathed rough. I approached her and stared at her face from a very close distance. I could even feel her warm breath coming down on this face. Not only that, I could also hear his irregular heartbeat. He was silent, shaking for a moment. Our eyes meet.

"Come, by the way! He said he'd talk!" my sentakku.

"I-iya, but don't do it, Ma'am, look at it."

"So he said to be stared at?!"

"L-yes, just don't be so cute, I'm, so groggy, Ma'am. Then the eyes are full of love that loh, do not look like Suzana that. Scary me, Mother. The oath!"

"What is deg-degaaan?" godaku with a sighing tone, do not forget to drop these eyebrows.

He swallowed, then grinned. "Both, Mother. My heart is always pounding more than usual if the same deck-dropping you, Ma'am. Because it's you, my first and last love, Ma'am."

"You know what, the horror."

"What's your taste, Ma'am?"

"Nausea!"

"Like!"

"Nausea!"

"Likea."

Ugggghhs! I think I want to devour it.

"Okay, come on, by the way!" tell me after I get a little away from him. Also tired if long with him.

Now replace him who brought his face closer.

"Ngapain whorls?"

"You nyium, Ma'am."

"Don't be weird, bociiiiil!"

"What a weirdo, Ma'am? We are legal to be husband and wife."

"Bociil, what do you want to say?! If there's nothing to talk about, I'll go to the room, no!"

"Oh, so Ma wants to be in the room? Yes, come on, come on! I'm ready for this, Ma'am."

"BOCIIIIIL!"

He chuckles sucks. Never changed in the past, it always worked to upset me at the god level.

"Yes, Mom, I'm talking now. But, that's his hand down first! Can not loh, ruffled waist in front of the husband so. Not polite."

Now I fold my hands to my chest. "Udah, let's talk!"

He pulled something out of his bag. An envelope. "Now, make Mommy."

My forehead frowned while taking over the envelope from his hand. "What's this? Divorce papers?"

"Geez, Mbaaak. Not even clumsy to be separated."

"Gee!"

"That's my first paycheck, Ma'am."

"Hmm?"

"Saw!"

"Why do you love me?"

"Loh, how about? Kan, you're my wife, Mommy."

"Yes, you keep it simple, make your own handle!"

"No, that's it, Ma'am. Your reaction is ugly. The vow! Should have said yes, said 'thank you' cake, continue to hug your husband with love that loh. Even his expression was flat."

"That's aja ngambeeek," my lead when she's a manyun.

"Not that, Ma. Nyesek heart. Yes, anyway, my salary is not as big as your salary, Ma'am. But that's my first salary. My hope, Maak can accept with a joyful face. It's even flat, it doesn't want to accept anymore. Nelangsa, Ma'am."

"Yes elaah, so doang lebay really, bociiiiil. Therefore, because I know this is the first salary and it means a lot to you, so I return it to you. You need a fee, right, every day to go to work?" He nodded, "Yes, this is a hold! Make another sustenance bigger."

I put the envelope back into her hand gently. Our eyes are clashing. His face was implying sadness.

"So, you really don't want to accept it, do you?"

"Or just go for it, Ma'am." He opened the envelope. The money is divided in two. A million and a half are given to me. Still a million left, he's got it. I just accept, than this is the first salary problem is not complicated.

"Mom!"

"What elseiii?!"

"Once in a while, if called the husband, his gentle answer is nothing, Ma'am. Screamy."

Kuhela took a long breath. Slowly puff. "What else, bociiiiil?" This time with a tone that was forced to be rather gentle.

"Well, that's it, good to hear. Adems. We'll have dinner later, yuk, ma'am."

"Huh?! What?!"

"Later malem we eat out. Both."

"Ck, what the hell, eating out of everything? Umpah, let me cook, bocil."

"Come, Ma'am. Once this is done yes, your husband. Please!"

We argued for quite a while. He stays to his will. I finally gave up on giving up. Receding. Tired of arguing with him who won't give up.

"Well, that's dong!" yells. I shake the hand of stupid. Go to the room save money.

*****

"Are you ready, Ma'am?"

"Hmm."

"Handle, Ma!"

"It's a handle, bociil. Do you want to continue eating out, what? If not, I go back to sleep in the house!"

"Ngomel grandiose, not tired what, Ma'am?"

"Yes tired. After all, that's your. You're bockered!"

"Yes already. Here, where's your hand, Ma'am?"

"Make what?"

"Once in a while napa's husband, anyway? It's no grandiose as a journalist."

"Now!" I put my right hand on him.

"They?"

"Now!"

"The real hold, gini loh, Ma'am." Looped both my hands to his waist. I rolled my eyeballs. I forcibly pulled my hand, then I grabbed her helmet-wrapped head.

"Mode!"

"Sama's own wife kokarama mode. It's for your safety, Ma'am."

"Udah deh, I hold your jacket just gini. Let's walk! If I don't walk back into the house!"

"Yes, whatever, but if why-why don't you blame me, ma'am."

"Yes! It's moving!"

He starts his bike and goes straight without warning. Of course I'm reflexively hugging him. Close-fitting. Our heads wrapped in helmets clashed against each other. Of course I nag. Piqued. When I was ready to let go of the hug, my hand was blocked.

"Udah, just hold gini! Than you'll be back again, right?"

"Mode!"

"Not mode, Ma'am. It's for safety. Just napa, anyway!" ketusnya sok fierce.

*****

"We ate here, Mom. The food is delicious here. I used to love eating here in school."

"So, are you in school hours hanging out here?"

"Not school hours, Ma'am. It's time to go home."

"Masaaaa?"

"Seriously, Ma'am. Back in school, I was the head of Osis, Ma'am. A leader of Osis, right, should set a good example for other students. So, I've never skipped a study hour, ma'am."

"No way!"

"Safa!" call someone, the leak did not even close to my ledge. We both turned our heads toward the source of the sound.

Holy hooch! That's Nela, my old college friend. Original, really embarrassed to be found out the same way bocil. Where would I put my face if he found out that this baby is my husband?

"Hi!" sweep it up after close.

"Huh-hi." I'm nervous.

"Yes, where have you been Safa? We've been together a long time, not met. Just last time I was pangling with you, Sa." I grin.

Nela and I were in a conversation asking each other for news. While the snail was standing next to. Limpets. Hopefully Nela is not aware of the existence of the leak, and not about who he is.

"Who is this, Sa?" ask Nela. Argha! Just hope that Nela does not realize the existence of the leak.

"Your grandfather?" continued Nela. I nodded in agreement.

Uh, the leak shook his head and replied, "Not!"