MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

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I stopped the activity when Bocil came. He pulled something out of his pants pocket. It turns out two packs of pads.

"I bought a unit, two seeds. No papa, right? Enough right?" tanyakanya. I flinch at him. Marveled. This chest feels bad, moved. I stood up and held her chair.

"Thank you, yes," I said raucously. He returned to wrap his hands around this waist.

"Yes. Udah dong, do not cry, right, just want to meet again." He pulled himself out of my arms. Keep framing this face and wipe away the tears flowing down the cheeks. I nodded, but the tears kept flowing.

"Eh, you said it was crying. I'll think I'm another one." I took a deep breath, nodding. Then stop crying, and smile.

"Well, that's dong, that's pretty. I'm also his work spirit."

"Oiya, are you, straight away from work today? Is it accepted?"

"Initially start training tomorrow, but I ask to start work today so that I can continue to hold the same steps as my beloved wife" he explained while elbowing this arm.

"How long is the training?" He held out three fingers.

"Yes, back to work. I also want to get ready for the meeting."

"Yes, here let me just tidy up the file, you go to the bathroom. Pake it." He pointed at the bandage that was now in my hand. Oh, yes, I forgot.

"Well, I'll go to the bathroom first." He's nodding.

"Yes, this one right, the file is stacked?" tanyakanya. I nodded, then left. When I got back from the bathroom, all the files were neat just take it to the meeting room.

When I was ready to enter the meeting room, I passed my husband. Looks like he's finished setting up the meeting room. The look in our eyes met, he blinked one eye. I put my lips on holding a smile.

"The spirit of the meeting, the focus. Don't fail to focus because I keep thinking, imagined my excitement haqiqiqi this." She puts her hair back, folds her arms around her chest, poses as a model. Yeah, the stringsis is him.

Before long all the staff started to arrive towards the meeting room. I waved to my husband. "I go in first, yeah," I said. He's nodding.

*****

At 16:30 or no later than 17:15 I usually get out of the office ready to go home if there is no overtime. However, this time he stayed in the office waiting for my husband to finish his job. After all the office staff went home, he still had to work cleaning and tidying up all the rooms, along with several office boys and other office girls.

"You want me to help you, don't you?" I offered help.

"No need. Mimu sat there. That was right, Mimu was tired all day of work, meetings, and it must be very energy drain, right? So, just sit there, wait for my work to be done. I'll speed it up to let the spit be done." He continued mopping.

He managed to make me feel amazed. These eyes continue to focus on seeing every movement. Until unknowingly, he had been standing in front of me sitting down, folding his hands on his chest, raising his eyebrows.

"Why? That's how it goes, is it the same good looks of your husband? Hmm?" Kumat. I took a deep breath, he chuckled.

"Udah, there's a splinter put the mop tool into place. Keep us home."

He even brought his face closer to this side of the cheek. "Why? I can't wait, I want ...." Soon I scooped his face to silence, and it worked. He immediately put the mop in the warehouse. I was out waiting near the parked bike.

"Hi, my wife is loved" she said.

"Kok lebay, anyway?" grabbing a helmet. I took a tissue from inside the bag and wiped his sweaty face. He's unmoved.

"Why? I'm a cook, my face?" tanyakanya.

"No, it's pretty." He immediately put the face of narcissistic bin tengil. Ah, it seems I was wrong in choosing diction.

He put a helmet on this head, tidied up my messy hair. Then I got on the bike. As usual, she wrapped my hand around her waist.

"I'm sorry, because I have to wait for me to finish my job, you take so long, wait. His home was also a little late," his stall when the bike had started to run.

I put this chin on his shoulder. "Yes, it's okay. I'm proud of you, and happy like this."

"Woiya, jelaaas, wait for a handsome man to feel nothing. Aye, right?" His helmet-wrapped headcloth, he complained. Seconds later broken. Realizing, I no longer hug him like before, he gasped, reflex I hugged him again. Close-fitting.

*****

Bakda isya, he came out of the room was neat and fragrant. My forehead is curious. He grabbed the helmet and approached.

"Where are these nights going?"

"I want permission to meet my friends, okay, right?"

"Are you not tired? I've been out all day of work, now instead of rest even wandering!"

"Just a moment, really," he whined.

"What's the show, anyway?" my murmur.

"Bujang party. So, one of my friends is getting married in the near future."

"And you're not single anymore."

"Yes, but .. not good if you don't meet the invitation."

"Yes, let's go, but don't go home! Inget, tomorrow we have to work again."

He put his helmet on the table. Then frame this face. "Thank my wife. I love you." He continued to kiss this forehead, then these two cheeks and last of these lips.

After hugging my body for a while, he immediately parted and completely left. I was alone and lonely. A place to fall asleep on the sofa in the middle room, then woke up and saw the clock turned out to be 23:15, but he had not returned home. He said it wouldn't be night after night. I'm getting upset and anxious. Pacing in front of the door, the curtain flicked looking towards the front fence. There's no sign of him coming.

My anger has peaked. I lock the door and enter the room. I want to sleep well, but I can't. Keep thinking of him. Now the clock has pointed at the number 00:45, and the sound of the motor has not been heard.

I got off the bed. My hands were clenched perfectly, it felt like I wanted to scream, and .. ah, that he had already come. The sound of his motor entering the front yard. It was like talking to someone on the porch. I'm curious.

He didn't knock on the door. I don't know what he's doing out there. After a few minutes, he knocked on the door. I rushed out of the room, it felt like my tubers were ready to explode. Emotions are mounting, need an impingement. I can't wait to scold him. Already know his wife again PMS, this even deliberately provoked a commotion.

I stopped nagging when the door was wide open and found she was not alone. Except with a young girl. The girl looks so fucked up. I don't know who else is that? Suddenly my heart felt hot and hot. Yeah, I'm jealous.