MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Duren Passage

All the way home, I covered my lips with a smile. Still can not think about what was done in the cafe. I hugged him tightly when he suddenly sped. Bocil chuckles. Fiction, intentionally!

"Can you slow down, can't you?" my snapping.

"No! You see if slowly his embrace must be released. Yeah, right?" guess it.

"Ck!"

"Udah, enjoy it!" his yell. I want to bite his ear, but he's wrapped in a helmet.

When I got home, he forbade me to walk. Asking me to stay in place until he finishes parking his bike. Just-there! It's absurd of him today.

"If I can't walk, go into his house howaaa?"  My reflex wrapped my hands around her neck as she suddenly carried me.

"What are you, anyway?" my murmur.

"Shhhh! Diem! Husband of nurut!"

He carried me to the middle room. I sat on the sofa, and grabbed this soft leg, put it on his lap.

"E-eh, what are you doing?"

"Satursth!" hisses. My ankles are gently massaged lovingly. Until the pain subsides a little. I even almost fell asleep because of his ease. Her sweet treatment like this made me even more afraid of losing her.

*****

"Ashiiic. Have you been shampooing, yeee?" goda.

I ignored his chatter and continued to focus on drying my hair. Wearing hair vitamins. The last stage of the sideline. Done it.

"Khem, is it over, Ma'am?" ask him while elbowing the side of this arm.

"Didn't you see it's over from the shower?" Purposely pretended innocence.

"Not finished ituu ...."

"What?!"

"Great hustle! Wonder. Itoooo."

"What the hell, Cil? Not very clear!" my murmur. Then out the room. He's tailing.

"That's it, Ma'am. Ituu ... eum, what's his name?" He continued hissing thinking, "Eum, come the month of the end?"

"Udah."

"Yes!" He selebrated jumping into the air while clenching his hands. I was suddenly nervous again. Will, tonight his goal be broken? I shook my head to dismiss the thoughts that began to fuss. Into the kitchen making coffee, but continue to recokin same bocil. He does not tire of flirting and pricking.

*****

"Where, are you ready to split duren yet?" I coughed at hearing him blur so.

"W-what?"

"But duren! It's du-ren!" it's full of emphasis.

"What if you're being sook."

"Tomorrow anyway, he wants it now." He's chortling.

"But ...."

"But what else? Many reasons continue. Now what more reason?"

"Eum, not gituuu. It's just, eum, eng ...."

"Why are you carrying a knife?"

"You're gonna cut duren!"

"So sad to use a knife?"

"Yes keep on using whataa?" He passed to the terrace, and returned with durian fruit. I grinned at the nape that didn't itch. Duh, otakkuuu. It turns out that he wants to split durian fruit that was bought in a traveling fruit kang. Don't think you want .... Uh!

"When you put your hands on this?" continue while demonstrating. I grin. He looked at me full of probes. Then chuckle.

"Oh hohoho, I know you. So, Mimu thought duren ...." His eyes skinned this body. Quickly I scooped his face.

"Condition his brain!" my snapping. He's snapping.

"Oh, again nasehatin yourself huh, sister?" his lips. I blushed. Pretending to check hp, even though there is no notification. Wrong attitude. He still chuckled while starting to split his duren. Its distinctive aroma also makes the throat go up and down. The saliva instantly melted.

"Now to warm up this duren execution first. Later the execution of duren which is located hidden," he chirped. I stared, my eyes moving left and right. How horrified, huh?

"Basic mes*m!" Shaking her hair, she chuckles. His hands were still busy splitting the durian fruit.

"That's what started first" he replied, not to lose.

*****

"Come, Mbaaak! Yes, yes, yes! Please! Itung-itung honeymoon," he said begging.

Indeed, a few nights have passed, despite having slept in the room, but we still have not done the ritual husband and wife. We are always nervous when we start. If not he who suddenly got a stomachache and went back and forth to the toilet, then I was suddenly sick. Either the head, stomach or stomach acid rises. Anyway, there are always obstacles when going to make love.

Maybe it's true, we need a different atmosphere. Coincidentally there was one of the friends of the Bocil who used to live together in Panti, and now has been adopted by a rich family as the sultan, inviting us to participate in a vacation to his private island. I don't think it would hurt to follow Bocil's will to appreciate his best friend's invitation.

Yesterday, Bocil's best friend invited him to meet at the Panti. My husband and I came to the house. There chatter about a holiday to the private island took place. Said his best friend Bocil, this holiday as a wedding gift because we were married when we did not have time to attend.

I finally agreed to come along after remembering Mother Panti's words that suggested we come along. It is undeniable, I do need refreshing as well. Every day faced with that routine, bored as well.

"Yes!" he shouted after I nodded in agreement to take the holidays. He also contacted his best friend.

"Hello, Bro! How's it?" his friend replied, Ali's name. Phone on speaker so I can hear their chat clearly.

"This cave wants to go on vacation."

"Well, okay. It would be fun, if so. Okay, tomorrow's Friday afternoon I'll pick you up. Share the location!"

"Ready, Bro! I'll see you Friday afternoon, yeah!"

"Siip." The phone was disconnected too. Bocil immediately invited me to pack.

"It has to be now, huh?"

"Yes, right now, Mimuuu."

"It's still Wednesday night. Tomorrow is Thursday, Ciiil. There is still plenty of time for packing. Erah!" He pulled my arm and really packed up tonight. Ck, that's as enthusiastic as he is.

*****

The day that awaited has arrived. Bocil told me to quickly lock the door, and we waited for Ali to arrive on the porch. Before long a white pajero stopped in front of the fence.

"That's Ali's time!" exclaimed the Bocil while standing from sitting. I also stood up.

"Argh! What the hell, is he here? It ruined the mood!" his grunts when he got out of the car turned out to be the woman who had given birth to him. Mother.

After some time not here, he looked again. I don't know what the plan is this time? Is it possible to persuade the Bocil to stay with him again? Or would you blatantly tell her son to divorce me this time? Or ... will the woman take the Bocil from me forcibly as in the dream?