MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Not as Beautiful as Love Should Be

"Hey, Mamu why cry so much?" My brain is still trying to digest everything that has happened. Wait a minute, this is in the room? I wasn't on the street, was I? Continue ... Is this Miku? Not that it was ....

"You dream? Huh yeah?" I wiped my tears and gently rubbed this head. Still confused. Consciousness has not been perfectly gathered.

The dreams? So that was just a dream? I inching my head to sit and hugged Miku tightly.

"Miku jahaaat!"

"Evil? Evil why? What am I doing?" He took my body away. Loosened the embrace then looked at this face with a puzzled expression.

"So you wanted to leave me, Cil," I said. His index finger directly pointed towards this face.

"Hayooo, just called him whataa?"

"Eum, New. Uh, Miku," my errata grinned.

"Ninggalin? When try? My guy's been watching tv, and Mommy's sleeping here. Just happened to enter here, Ma'am already crying."

Now replace my index finger that leads to his face. He was still confused yet to realize what his mistake was. He asked 'why' with a movement of his face.

"I made the rules, Miku broke them too. He said he had agreed to call Miku Mimu, but just what did he try?"

He grinned, scratched his nape and then apologized. Just delicious! It's not that easy bufalo! I was punished. The time he didn't? Nice on her dong! I glanced at the bolster, and as fast as lightning my hand grabbed him then smacked into Miku's shoulder mercilessly. He also grabbed a pillow, and the pillow fight was very fierce.

Until Miku fell down. He was reflexive maybe his intention was to hold my hand, but I had no readiness for him. We also fell to the floor. I fell down on his body. In a matter of seconds we looked at each other, speechless enjoying the irregular rumbling heartbeat.

"It is his delicacy. Don't know what her husband is doing" she murmured. I got up and went back to the bed.

"wake-wake yourself. There's no initiative to help your husband wake up." He continued to menggedumel.

"Udah is great, right? Can you get up on your own, 'kaan?" He was a manyun and then sat down side by side hugging the bolster.

Seconds later he looked agitated. Glanced at me at a glance then turned his gaze to the other side. Look again, then look up at the ceiling of the room. As if to talk, but confused where to start.

"Eh, don't sleep yet!" prevent it while holding this arm.

"Why?"

"Eum, Mimu ...." His words stopped, he continued to scratch his head which I was sure was not actually itchy.

"Whataa?"

"Nrank ...."

"Ck, what are you?!" It was also long-simmering.

"Done yet?"

My forehead is creeping in not understanding. "Done what?"

"It'saaa." His eyes were aiming towards the forbidden direction.

"www!" the ringis when it gets a tab from me.

"The guy's fine and he's being ticked!" skink.

"Not yet!" my ketus.

"How much longer?"

"old. It could be 10 more days or 15 more." He sighed listlessly. I put my lips together to hold my laughter.

"What elseiii?!" when again I was forbidden to lie down.

"By the way ... What was the dream? Why is it crying so much?" He looked at me enthusiastically waiting for an answer.

"Udah forgot!" my pretext.

"Chose, bohooong! If you don't want to tell me ...." He formed his finger into a gun, a mark ready to tickle this waist.

"Eh, uh, don't macem-macem, yeah!" my threat. He moved his finger closer to his waist. I was tired of pillow fights. It feels like there is no energy if you have to face another attack from him again. I also choose to tell my dreams.

"Ciyeee, so afraid of being left behind," he said, "Where in the dream called him 'Miku' again. That call the cake had already penetrated into the trough of Mimu's heart, huh? Sampek in a dream also called him a favorite call. Ciyeeeee," he continued.

I clucked in annoyance and then took a tilted position behind him. I ignored him who tried to seduce me to change position to face him. She hugged me from behind, and her legs were pressed against mine. I'm locked up unable to move.

"Mikuuu, I can't geraaaak!"

"Wildamah! Let Mimu diem. Not tired of running around in my mind?"

"Ck! Get rid of your feet! Hands too!" He's receding. His legs and hands no longer locked themselves.

"www!" he nodded after a moment of silence. I turned towards him and asked why.

"Link," he said as he rubbed his eyes.

"Let me see here." I framed her face ready to check her eyes, but she locked me in her arms again. Argha! Betmen trap again.

"Bab!iil!"

"Eits, call him whataa?"

"Mikuuu," my erratus was lethargic.

"Pinteeer," he said, and instead intensified his embrace.

Although he's a prick, but he's your husband Safa. Appreciate and respect him. Hold it, don't get his head on! Even though you want it so much. Okay fine! Huff!

*****

This is the most annoying day I've ever had in my entire life on this earth. How not? After attending the wedding of his best friend Boc .. uh, Miku, the bike broke down. Where do I wear heels. Argha!

I stumbled behind Miku who was pushing her bike. This leg feels like it has started to ache. Already a range of 200 meters running using heels. Beuh, enjoy matchless.

Earlier at the party where the event wear fell all the more fitting to come down from the top of the guarantee after congratulating the two brides. The shame still feels until now know no, anyway? Uhhh! Yes, even though it had been caught the same Boc .. uh, Miku, but still the ending we fell in a position to overlap. Iyuuuw! Even worse there are very boisterous suits.

"I told you, take a taxi. Ngeyel, if you say wife. Strike too, it's finally a motorcycle! Not tired of thinking what the way to use heels like this?! Where was a little sprain again fitting fall!" dumel. Then sit on the side of the road. Fuck the driver's stare. I feel like this foot is no longer able to be taken on the road.

I snorted annoyed. Hugging knees. Manyun. Bored. He set the standard of his motor. Then come back here and come sit next door.

"Yes, that's why Mimu just sit on the motorcycle seat so as not to be tired."

"Wouldn't! Shame to see people. Like a child's time. You push it harder than you do, if I sit on it."

"It's okay. I am strong. Come on, sit in the seat!"

"No way!" reject me. He dyed. Then ask me to wait here for a while. I just sort it out. He pushed the bike a few meters forward. Apparently there's a workshop there. After putting the motor in the workshop. Miku's back here.

"Eh, what are you doing?" my jolt as she groped this leg.

"Keep ... How are you?"

"Easy. I can nyeker" he replied.

"Related?" I just can't believe it.

"Know it. Later Mimu's legs can be more painful if forced to use these heels. Come on out the way! We stop right ahead. Next to the shop was a cafe. Let's wait for the bike to be serviced there. Yuk!" He stood up first extended his hand and helped me stand up. Miku willingly nyeker while nenteng my heels.

"Here let me bring the heels" I asked. He refused, and kept bringing his heels. While one hand holds my hand. I put on a smiley lip.

"Are you sure you want to go to nyeker's cafe?" I asked when I got in front of the cafe.

"Rest assured. Why emang? After all, there are no rules, right, entering the cafe must use footwear?" answer's rancid.

"Not gituuu. Not ashamed of it?"

"Why should I be ashamed? Just don't wear sandals. Still wearing these pants."  He pulled me into the cafe.

"Eh, Mum!" One of the cafe employees Miku called out also replied with a friendly nod. Then approached.

"Yes, why, brother?"

"Ngafe here is okay, even if you don't wear sandals?" ask Miku while pointing her legs. Contact the officer, looking down at my husband's feet*ng.

"Oh, beb-can't, brother." The officer looked clumsy. Laughter seems to be laughing. Then let me and Miku sit down.

"Are you sure you want to sit here?" I asked as Miku chose a seat on the VIP sofa.

"Ck, from earlier nanyanya 'sure' grandiose. What other words?" skink.

"It's not gituuu. Later if it is expensive how to sit on the VIP gini sofa?"

"And we can pay the joint," he replied casually. I chuckled, he chuckled.

"Oh yeah, calm down. This one has my coffee cafe. Later if not strong pay ... can nyicil pay," he jokes, but not funny at all.

"Yes, weigh ngafe doang must nyicil? It's just like a nyicil house!" my murmur. He's snapping.

"You wait here, yeah! Sit here and enjoy the food, okay!" he said when the food we ordered was served at the table.

"Where are you going?"

"You go there for a minute."

"To where? Here's the flip if it's that."

"Udah gini aja." He immediately left. I didn't heed my call to wear his neck. I patted the eel when I found out that he went on stage without wearing sandals. He looks so cute and confident. I'm here looking down withstanding the overwhelming shame of his absurd behavior. Ughhhh! Got a husband that's great, huh?

Then he wants to do the hell, go on stage all? Just be ashamed! He asked for permission to borrow a guitar belonging to the band who worked to entertain visitors to this cafe. Coincidentally this cafe has live music.

"Previously, I'm sorry, everybody. If I seem to be disrespectful for going up to this stage barefoot." Instead, use the microphone again. Fucking bocil! I want to feel nothing.

"Abis cut off in the middle of the road, yes, the same?" call one of the visitors. Bocil. Even with other visitors including band children also laughed.

"No. It was my wife's dipake that sat there." Miku pointed. All the eyes of the visitors were immediately drawn here. I showed a row of teeth. Smile and act ordinary. In my heart the shame is incredible. Bocil even explained about my leg that had sprained to visitors. Though it is not at all important for others, and does not need to be explained as well.

"So that's the story. That's why I don't wear sandals" Miku continued. Visitors even applauded.

"Cool bro! So men should be!" exclaim one of the visitors while giving his thumb.

"Yoy!" miku said with a proud tone. Fix, big head, tuh.

"Okay, let's just say yes, I'd like to dedicate this song to my dear wife."

"Can we come along, bro?" one of the visitors. I think it's a server visitor's behavior is the same as the leak. Both ngeselin and tengil. But, Miku's arm, anyway. Uh!

"Bby dong. Make everything here. Especially for my beloved wife" he said, winking one eye at me. Then start strumming the guitar strings. Other musicians accompanied.

Not as Beautiful as Love Should Be

By: Naff

I love you as sincere as my heart

I love you with all my soul

I loved you all my age

I want you more than anything

Not as beautiful as you want

'Not as perfect as love should be

But I love you, I love you

I love you as sincere as my heart

I love you with all my soul

So tight (so tight), so sticky (so sticky)

(My feelings for you) Oh...

'I can't stop 'em

'Unable to 'me to clear ('unable to 'stop)

Not as beautiful as you want

'Not as perfect as love should be

But I love you, I love you

Not as beautiful as you want

'Not as perfect as love should be

But I love you, I love you

Not as beautiful as you want

'Not as perfect as love should be

But I love you, I love you

But I love you, I love you