MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Unsettling

I stared silently at the two people standing side by side in front. This chest feels hot and squeaky. I don't have the energy to nag.

"This ...." I turned around and went straight to the room unwilling to listen to her explanation.

Inside the room, I sat on the edge of the bed, breathing long breaths repeatedly. Trying to quell the anger. I don't want to make a scene in the middle of the night like this.

Not long after that my man came and sat down. Seeing me just silently silent, he seemed hesitant about starting a conversation. I heard him sigh a few times.

"I'm .. I'm sorry, if I'm ...."

"I'm sorry you said?!" I glanced at him, the anger I was trying to endure finally exploding as well.

"You realize, anyway? You made a lot of mistakes tonight! First, you came home late. Continue to do so with the rest of the time bring the girl to the house. Who else is he?!"

"I'm sorry for that. She ...."

"What is your relationship with him?"

"He ...."

"former? Or ... gebetan whose story is not yet finished like the Pare or who else it is. Huh uh?!"

"Eum, he ...."

"He who? Let's explain!"

"Yes, so let me explain first. How would you like me to explain if you continue to burn," he said softly.

I stood up and folded my hands on his chest in front of him. "Oh, so you mean, I'm a nag, right? Huh?!"

"No. No one said you're chatty ...."

"Argh! I don't want any explanation from you." Quickly I lay down and curled up under the blanket.

"Whatever, you want to hear what not, but I obviously want to tell a story. That girl, she's the son of the donor, she's still at the parlour. He used to come with his parents to the house. That's where we know him. I came home from a party, happened to meet him on the street."

He stopped talking for a moment. I was still silently listening.

"He again had a problem with his parents ...."

"If he has a problem with his parents, why not be told to go home to solve the problem? Why was he brought here? Do you think our house is a social service?!"

"I told him to go home, but he didn't want to. He said he needed time to catch himself."

"Yes, but it doesn't have to be here! You can, find an inn out there! In a cake hotel, or in an apartment. He must be the son of a rich man, right? It should be able to do it in such a place!"

"The thing is, he didn't bring a penny. I also don't have money to pay for the lodging for him."

"So he has no friends, relatives or acquaintances other than you? Huh uh?!"

"There, but he tried to call, just his deception out of town."

"Oh, no, I don't want to be horrified anymore. Dizziness, tired, going to bed!"

"So, how? He can't, nginep here? Just for tonight, really. Tomorrow morning he'll pull it."

"Whatever!"

He no longer speaks. Also did not leave the room, immediately fell asleep next door. I'll brush his hand when I touch this head.

"Good bobok. Have a good dream" he said. I was a fool.

****

The morning was bright, but not in my mood. The girl still stays. When I came out of the room, I immediately saw the sight of my husband talking from heart to heart with the girl.

I heard my man was persuading that shoulder-haired girl to come home. I was a fool, going straight to the bathroom. Cooking, there is already cooking. Other housework is also done.

"Why what?" asked the boy who was suddenly standing behind me.

"What, anyway?" my murmur.

"You want to make coffee, right? No need, no, I've made it," he said, flipping this body to face the dining table. Beside the hood, there's already my favorite cup of milk coffee.

He must have done it all so I would stop sulking. Oh, it's not that easy. You have to fight even harder to ease my anger. It is not enough to drink a cup of coffee.

"I cooked for all of us. I also nyapu nyepel. So, my dear wife just sits sweet, keeps eating breakfast. Abis was taking a shower, and getting ready for the office" he explained. I'm unmoving.

"That's the coffee you drink! I can do it myself!"

"Eh, don't dong. I did that too. If that's not Mimu drink later mubasir. Honey, you're." He pulled out a chair, shifted this body then pressed both sides of this shoulder to sit down.

The girl approached, introducing herself as Alya. Then apologize, and say 'thank you' for being allowed to stay. Then I leave.

"Wait!" I shouted as the girl was leaving. I was just quietly folding my hands behind my chair.

"L-yes, why else, sister?" Alya stuttered.

"Before going, breakfast is best. Doyan right, the same home cooking alakadarnya like this?" ask me while opening the hood of saji. Apparently cooking long bean saute and omelet.

"Eum ...." Alya looks clumsy.

"Udah, sit down for breakfast!" Dafa pulled out a chair and let Alya sit down.

"Thank you" Alya replied.

Bocil still trying to seduce me by taking rice complete with side dishes and vegetables. Not only that, he also wanted to bribe me. Alya just quietly enjoyed her breakfast.

"I can do it myself!" I was firm when the leak continued to force feeding.

It turns out that the cuisine is delicious too. Although only sauteed long beans and omelet, but it feels clop on the tongue. Alya also admitted the delicacy of his cooking.

"That was seeing the tutorial on the internet" my husband said. I keep chewing lazily.

"Udah, let me wash the dishes. Mimu get ready, yeah! We'll be at the office soon." He took over the dirty plate in my hand, and took it to the sink and washed it. I went to the room to prepare. He soon followed to the room to prepare.

"Yeah, go!" bring him.

"You're your Alya's anther. I ordered an online motorcycle!" my ketus.

"He's gone home. I ordered the motorcycle online," he explained. I don't care, and I'm still riding online. He was trailing behind me to make sure I was okay he said. As I looked back, he raised an eyebrow and smiled. Quick, take a look the other way.

****

In the office, while I was massaging my forehead that felt dizzy. Suddenly there was a pair of hands that were without permission massaging this forehead. I automatically looked back to make sure it was whose hands. Who else if not the handsome Office Boy, my husband. He was still trying to persuade, raise an eyebrow, comment on a smile.

"Udah, just take care of your work! Don't be so angry!" my sentakku.

"Udah dong, angry. My world feels like it's collapsing if you're so jutek and cuey," he whined. The bay! Still massaging this shoulder.

"Ck! Back to work! I want to work too. I still have a lot of work!" I pushed her body away. It still feels upset, but I can't bear to see his sad expression when I drive out.

****

By noon, my focus was split as the staff started to crackle. I stood to ascertain the situation around. Some people ran around while calling the emergency staircase area. Before long Ulfa came from the direction of the pantry carrying a cup of coffee.

"Fa, what's up, anyway?" I have no power to resist curiosity.

"Say there is an office boy falling right in the area of the emergency stairs," explained Ulfa while putting his coffee cup on his desk. He continued to silence his gaping mouth, maybe he suddenly remembered that Dafa also worked here as an office boy. My knees began to limp at the news. Hopefully not a leak.

I quickly ran to the emergency stairs. I looked at Ulfa. Until there the person who fell was carried to the ambulance according to one of the staff. There are a lot of blood left. Seems to be quite serious injuries suffered.

I felt Ulfa holding both sides of this shoulder. Maybe he noticed the panic I was feeling. Soon another office boy was about to clean up the blood, and he said 'consecutive concern' to me.

"So, that means the one that fell earlier, Dafa?!" I couldn't believe it. The office boy nodded in confirming. Quickly I ran to where the ambulance was parked while continuing to nag because I was upset why no one told me. Tears kept flowing with worry.