MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Lingerie

Ali followed, we kept shouting Bocil's name. Still, there was no answer from him. Did he fall into the ocean? I wiped the tears that started to drip. Bad thoughts continue to haunt causing vibrations in this body.

My eyes swept down the cliff, then monitored into the forest. He is invisible. The worry is growing. Knees felt weak as if they lost their bones. Several times almost collapsed, but supported by Ali.

I sat among the weeds that were flowering. No matter how it feels there is a piercing child. I no longer have the strength to stand. Tears are flowing. Ali is still trying to find my husband.

Ali walked down the bush, into the forest while shouting for his best friend. But there's no answer. Before long Ali came out of the forest, walking to and fro, his eyes sweeping across the ocean below.

"Maybe we should go back to the Villa to ask the others for help in finding Dafa, Brother," Ali suggested, I nodded in agreement. Then he led me to help me stand up.

"Can't you walk?"

"You can," I replied limp.

"If you can't, mending me ajar, yes! You see, big brother looks really lemes." Ali crouched down in front of me ready to carry.

"E-eh, what the hell is this?!" I turned to face the owner of the voice. Ali stood up.

"Where are you from, anyway?!"

"Elo from where, anyway?!"

Ali and I asked the same question. The boy looked at me and Ali in turn.

"Bikin' panic!" omelku later.

"Who panicked, anyway? My man shits in the woods there," he explained.

"Why not call, shucks!" Ali was upset.

"Yes, people shitting right, can not make a sound," he said, but his lips were slanted ignorantly.

"You must be on purpose, right, want to do us a favor?" my tent. He smelled lips withholding a smile.

I hit her shoulder hard, she complained of pain. I don't give a shit. "You think that cake is funny? Huh uh?! It's not funny at all, you know?!" my cerocos while continuing to pinch and beat her between my broken sobs. He complains and avoids. I was upset and chose to leave him with Ali.

"I'm wrong, I'm sorry" he said in pursuit. I kept quiet and kept walking back to the Villa. Ali and bocil. We finally got home. The fishing plan is too big.  I was already upset because of the prank. Arriving at the Villa, enter the room and lock the door. I ignored her screams at the door apologizing and asking for the door to be opened.

I put earphones tuning music and lying on the bed. It is better to stay here first so that these heart-burning emotions subside. So that the problem is not getting runny and long.

I enjoy music that is sweet. Then get up and straight in a sitting position when I feel someone patting this shoulder. I quickly removed the earphones that were attached to the ear.

"How did you get in?" I just can't believe it. He pointed at the window. I snorted in annoyance.

"I don't want to be disturbed! I need space to myself. Out now!" She shook her head.

"I won't be out until I get sorry from you."  I shut down the music on my phone.

"I'm sorry, but that made you panic and worry. I promise I won't repeat." He held his pinky forward in the face.

I looked at him nyalang. "You know what I was feeling? Afraid to know?! What you did, it's not funny!"

He went straight up to the bed and hugged me tightly. I can't be cut out. My tears are spilling in her arms. I don't know, suddenly very scared. Afraid lost. The word 'sorry' he continued to say softly while rubbing and peeping the top of this head repeatedly. He also promised not to make me panic like that again.

*****

We spent the whole day at the villa. I still bete with the Bocil choose to spend time reading novels. There is a mini library. Tired of reading, I talked to Ms. Rus and helped her with her job cleaning the Villa yard.

Tonight, all prepare for a barbeque event in the front yard of Villa. In addition to illuminated garden lights, there is a small bonfire that was made by Ali assisted by Mr. Rusman.

While I was burning meat, sausages and corn, helped by the Bocil. Eum, more precisely ngerecokin anyway, yes. He's so ignorant. There's always a way to make me laugh or grumble. The atmosphere that had been frozen all day, now warmed up and melted again.

"Woi! Can you, cook the real thing? Grandiloquent storm!" snapped Ali.

"Girl me!" sahut the Bocil.

"New bride's indictment," teased Mr. Rusman. While others giggle.

"The feeling of the newlyweds is romantic, friendly, sir. It's not like Tom and Gerry are, "tie Ali.

"Heh, ntar if the same mesra-friendly cave bini cave in front of you, you burn again," led my husband. Ali snorted annoyed. The boy was satisfied.

Before long Ms. Rus came out carrying her drink and the necessary equipment. Like plates, forks and butcher knives. After we were all ready to eat, we ate together interspersed with chatter and laughter.

"Now, aaak!" Bocil put meat in front of my mouth. I shaken refusing. Because I'm not happy with the others. Embarrassed. Ali berduthem.

"Don't ignore them. Consider them invisible. Aaaa!" Bocil.

"Wei! Caves are not subtle creatures, yes!" ali refused. Ms. Rus and Mr. Rusman chuckled. Even with the others.

"Come on, one mouthful. Huh!" He kept pushing when I insisted on refusing. I finally had to go too. Ali and the others sighed in annoyance.

"Oh, so miss the same wife," chirped one of the crew. The man, who was under 40, called his wife. Mr. Rusman glanced at his wife's affection. Ali and the others were still angry.

"Kamvret is everything! No kelen!" sulk Ali. Then he entered the villa. Me and the Bocil after eating directly helped Miss Rus beberes. After that, go to the room first. I left a leak that was still talking to Ali in the front room.

I gawked in disbelief as I opened the suitcase intending to change my nightgown, and my neatly arranged nightgown was replaced all by the Bocil with super sexy lingerie. I don't know when he changed all my nightgowns, and I don't know when he bought these horrible clothes?

A message notification came in. I quickly grabbed the phone I had originally placed on the nightstand. Chat from bocil apparently. I open it and read it soon.

[Dipake yes, his business suit!] Tucked the sticker with the tongue out to the side.

[See if it's not made!] The message came in. This time it was an angry sticker. I remember reading his horror message.

How's this?

I can't possibly constantly refuse him, ignoring his orders. Anyway, he's my husband. My imam.   I have to obey his orders, right? But, amused if you have to wear lingerie. How's dong?

The pake?

No!

The pake?

No!

Em ....

Again, hp tinkled the sign of a message coming in.

[PACK!] Message from the bakil again. This coercion is his name, not a commandment anymore. Ck!