MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Malem Sunday

I pat the teidat, the bocil is not one way, anyway! It sucks! Look out for you, Cil! Bocil instead reached out with a relaxed expression of a rancid bin. Nela welcomes the outlines. They shake hands now.

"I am Dafa, her husband ...." The boy pointed at me with a gesture of his face. Original, surely now my face is like a boiled crab. So shy. Nela flinched looking at me and the baby in turn. He seemed to be in disbelief at what he had just heard and seen.

"So-seriously Sa, is this your husband?" Highlight Nela's eyes aiming at me asking for an explanation. I glanced in annoyance at the bocil. Then turned to look at Nela, grinning, the next second was forced to nod justifying.

"When did you marry her? How come you're not, anyway?" I grinned, scratched the nape. Wrong attitude.

"It's been almost 2 months." The bocil replied with his casual style. Don't know what if here he's ashamed. Ughhhh!

"Well, congratulations, may it be lasting and quickly given a baby." Nela prayed. I flinch for a moment. Then nodded faintly. The boy nodded loudly. Damnit damnit! Nela took a breath, I'm sure she'll pry more info about our marriage to satisfy her curiosity. Fortunately, someone called him from a distance. A man waved at Nela asking her to go there.

I breathed a sigh of relief as Nela retreated. Huf, safe from deadly questions. I pressed the chest in which my heart was pounding incoherently.

The boy stood in front, looking at me with an annoyed look. He folded his hands on his chest.

"What was that?"

My forehead is creeping in not understanding. "What's? Which one?"

"That was?!" He's a fierce ass.

"My college winner, her name was Nela Kharisma. Wh why? You have a crush on him?"

I heard the leak sigh violently, rubbing his face with a huff. "Not that!" he said, "Why didn't you admit me as your husband in front of your friend? Why, Ma'am?"

"Eum ...."

"What am I so ashamed of?" as usual.

"Not that, Cil. I-I just ... just ...."

"Hey, broo Dafa!" exclaimed a boy of the same age as the bibil. I think that's his playmate the leak. The boy approached with some other friends, then a children's-style salaman with the baby.

Now replace me who was silent listening next to him the leak. He was busy talking to his friend. Waiting for him to finish talking. Feel like a parking guard here directly from earlier.

"Well, where are you going, Brooo? Long time no longer hanging out here? Been busy? Work or college now?"

"Working gue. I'm married" replied the child with a proud expression. I pat the jidat. Slowly escaping into the restaurant, but my hand was blocked. Bociiils!

"Know, this is a cave, Safa!" he said with pride. Original, no longer understand the same way of mind is leaked? No shame in admitting me as his wife? I am 9 years older than her. He's 19. While me? Shamefully called. Yes, I don't have to say how old I am.

All the friends of the baby looked in disbelief. One of them pointed at me. "Your wife, Daf?" ask him once again to make sure it is possible.

"Yes, my wife!" clearly the leak was full of affirmation.

The bocil's friends look at each other. I don't know what's on their minds. Clearly, their faces looked confused and astonished.

"Elo was inspired by the artist Rafi Ahmad, yes, Daf?" knock one of them.

"Guus!" jolt the others while nudging. They continued to cry. Then replace my greetings and mention their names one by one.

"Yes, have fun, bro. Let's go!" Bocil. All his friends left. Again, I breathed a sigh of relief. This part of the parking lot why the lights are so bright, so detected right, my whereabouts here. Argha!

"Yeah, yuk, come in, Ma'am!" bring him. I'm tailing. Inside it was very crowded. I just missed it, it's Sunday night. Deserve many. Arriving inside, me and the baby had trouble finding a seat.

"That, in the corner there's an empty table. We're going there, Mommy."

"Hmm." Again, I followed him. He accidentally bumped into the waiter who was carrying a tray filled with drinks ordered by customers. The drink also spilled on the customer who was sitting on his stool.

The waiter, the leak and other customers were involved in an argument. I shook my head in embarrassment as all the eyes of this restaurant visitor were on our way. The bocil ngeyel did not want to be blamed by other visitors. The waiter apologized repeatedly.

"Don't let it go, Ma'am!" the jolt of another visitor whose shirt was spilled by a drink, his eyes aiming at me sharply, "You know this is his sister!" sewotnya.

"He's not my brother!" sahut the bocil. I tugged at his arm so as not to say weird anymore, but he didn't pick up the code from me.

"He's my wife!" firmly the bocil loud. Instantly the atmosphere of the restaurant that was originally noisy was suddenly silent. All eyes were on me and on the boy. Some looked at us with uwuw gazes, some might be amused, and some gaze no matter what. Some of the visitors started whispering, but his eyes were still pointing here. I'm not comfortable with this situation. Choose to return to the parking lot. I heard the boy calling, then following.

"Sir, why come back here again?" ask him after we stood side by side.

"According to ngana?!" sewot.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, if I'm ashamed, ma'am."

"Duh, that's it, cil. I'm not in the mood to eat here. Let's go home, yeah!"

"Give up, most importantly not here!"

"Yes. Yes, yuk!" Kusahut helmet thrusting with rough.

Along the way he usually carries, this tumben just silence. Does he feel guilty? Or is it sluggish, boy? His spirit and joy were gone. It's weird, but it's good, so peaceful.

"Why?" I asked when the motor suddenly staggered like a jerk. Not smoothly. The motor eventually stopped. I'm straight down. Bocil is still a manyun. Tried the starter motor repeatedly, but nil. Fiction, strike!

Bocil swore at length times wide. Even getting kicked around is an innocent bike that knows nothing. I chose to sit on the sidewalk hugging my knees.

Tired of being indistinctly angry, he sat down next door. Sighing in a rough breath, scrambling his hair in a huff.

Silent.

"Well angry?"

"Who's angry?" ketus deny.

"What was it if it wasn't angry? The singing? What do you read spells?" He whines.

"Samples when are we here to see a vehicle passing like this, Cil?"

"Sampek open your heart to me."

"Ck!"

"Come on, Ma'am, open your heart to me!"

"Love can't be forced, Cil!" I got up, ready to continue.

"Eh, where are you going?"

"Go home! Would you like to spend the night here?"

"Yes, Ma'am sitting on the motorcycle seat, let me push. Let me not be tired."

"Relieve it! I can walk!"

Turns out the location of the workshop is far away as well. Do not have the heart to also see the baby intermittently stop wiping sweat. Forced to help push it quickly to the workshop.

"From there cake!" insinuations.

"Not be a pussy! If I don't help you!" my threat.

Also in the workshop. While the bike was taken out, me and the bocil enjoyed the meatballs. It just so happens that there are traveling meatball merchants. Because the stomach was rumbling, we finally had meatball dinner.

"If you want to add, add it, Ma'am!"

"No! Dah satiated. If you want to add, add it!"

"I'm full too, Mother. The same content of hope .. hope can be loved by you." I rolled my eyeballs. Sighing in rough breath.

Shortly after, the mechanic called the boy. The motor is on again. I heard that there were a lot of motor services just now. A lot of things need replacing. Starting from oil and also spark plugs and other tools.

*****

Asked to speed even relax. On the way home, it was raining more and more. Bocil pull over first. Checked the trunk, and we forgot to bring a raincoat.

"The rain is falling, Ma'am!" yelled the bocil.

"Udah shit!"

"Oh yeah, we're shady at the front stop there. Come on, spout up!" As he said, I went back up. The motor drove back to the stop which was a range of 200 meters, we stopped again. Be shady.

The rain is hard. The cold weather felt. Seeing me shivering in the cold, the leak took off his jacket, and gave up his jacket for me.

"Will you be cold, Cil? You make the jacket!"

"Udah, you make it!"

"But, Ciiil!"

"Yes, come on, Mom!" He sat right next to me. Sticking without a bulkhead, and covered with one jacket. I glanced at him who was also glancing at me. Damnit damnit! Why is my heart beating like this?