MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Disjunct

I had suuzan on the graceful lady earlier. It turns out my guess was wrong. The woman claimed to be named Tania, and only asked for Mr. RT's home address. Not the Bocil fan as I thought. I breathed a sigh of relief, she looked at me with a frown.

"Why?" tanyakanya. Maybe he noticed my strange facial expression.

"Repo!" my sentakku.

"Kepo equals attention. Attention equals love, and love equals compassion. So, that poo is proof that I love you" he wrote while following himself.

"Udah, don't have much cincong! Mending you sit down!" I pressed both sides of his shoulders so he could sit on the living room sofa. Then I grabbed the television remote and turned on her favorite channel. Upin and Ipin.

"Watch, look, your sister!" I said as I put the remote on the table, and passed from before him.

"Mimu!" call him.

I turned around, locked myself in the room. "What?"

He formed his finger into a Korean love again. "Peo nest!" said later.

I took a long breath. There was no intention to correct his words. Then go to the room, put no mini. Put dirty clothes in the washing machine.

"Why what?" ask me when I see him carrying a bucket filled with floor cleaning fluid along with his mop.

"You're mopping, futsal time!" the answer continued to laugh.

"No need! I told you it was a break. I just got home from the hospital too. It's hard to say, anyway?!"

"Bosen Tauk, sit still. In the hospital, we also rest. I'm healed anyway, huh."

"Yes, but right, you're still hurting it."

He put his mop in any place, immediately framed this face, and our gazes met. "I'm well. The injured part is his head and just waiting to recover. My legs and hands are also my body can be invited to work."

"Even if you can only finish 2 or 3 rounds tonight," he whispered. I clucked in annoyance, he chuckled. We also started to get busy with our duties. He mopped, and I cooked.

"Much less, the job?" ask while cutting the distance.

"Living fried tempeh is the same tofu, anyway. Want to fry eggs, right, your wounds have not been completely dry, fear it will even itch. So, it's okay, right, if we're the same tempe dish know today?" He held both thumbs up.

"I helped cut the temple, yes" he asked.

"Have you finished mopping it?"

"May, dong." He immediately grabbed the tempe and cut it into small pieces on the cutting board. I just finished sauteing chickpeas and carrots.

"Well! Ow! Aaaaac! Argh!" his yell. I stopped my activity of moving vegetables from the pan to the bowl. Then approached him who was holding his finger while bowing. Looks very painful. I panicked at him.

"Why? What's that sick? Huh uh?! Why?" I pulled his arm, and checked all his fingers. Nobody is bleeding. I saw him sharp when he realized this was just being bullied. He grinned to reveal a row of teeth while forming his finger into the letter V. Then immediately formed his finger so love again.

Cut his hand. "Not funny!" sewotku upset. Then pass.

"Akh!" I was suffocating in shock as he pulled this arm tightly. My body bounced into his arms.

"Report, Ciiil! It's when's the end of the cooking if it's gini?"

"I still want this." He even tightened his embrace.

"I'm a laper, Cil. Tired too. Want to finish his work so that he can mepet eat continue to rest."

"Yes, I'll take it off, but I'll go on, okay?" her door.

"No further! You think sinteron has a conglomerate mode!"

He chuckled and pinched this squashy cheek. He continued his work that had paused. With me.

*****

"Why?" I was surprised when the spoon he was holding dropped while we were having lunch together.

"Don't know, suddenly my hand lemes," he said.

"Yes, I'm bribing you here." He was immediately sparkling and excited.

"Hmmh, this mode, sure!" my guess.

"No! Who is the mode! Really this lemes," he whined.

"Well, gini right, delicious," he chirped when I had a bribe.

"What's wrong?"

"I can eat while looking at your face as much as possible" he replied.

"Well, that means really, right, modus?!" Quickly he shakes evasive.

"Drink," his whine spoiled. Ah, yes, I forgot to prepare drinking water. Quickly I took the water in the dispenser, but it ran out.

"Eh, what are you doing?" ask when I'm ready to lift the gallon over the dispenser.

"You're falling. Pake nanya, yes, want to lift the gallon!" He quickly approached and took over the gallon in my hand and placed it on top of the dispenser. I crossed my arms, and breathed a rough sigh. Then back to the chair and continue eating. Soon he also returned to his original place.

"Suapin again," he whined.

"Eat it yourself!"

"Hand lemes."

"So lifting gallons is strong, the time to lift a spoon doang lemes!" my nag. He whines. Then eat alone while mumbling out of nothing. I don't give a shit.

*****

I stopped reading the next sheet. He looked at her who was sitting next to me. On the terrace chair.

"Read a novel."

"What novel?"

"Novel romance comedy genre, his work Fahriani Syahputri Abdullah. The title, Marriage Yuk!"

He auto glanced at me clingy. "We're married, Iaaang."

"The title of the novel, Bwambwaaang!" I showed the cover of the novel to his face. He chuckles.

"You bought a new novel?" tanyanya. I'm shaking.

"Certainly, that?" He pointed the novel in my hand.

"This novel is given the same ... Ali." He flinched, then faced and looked at himself in disbelief.

"What?! Why didn't Ali tell you about the novel?"

"It says." He breathed a rough breath.

"In what order does she love you novels?"

I put my shoulders together, because I had no idea what this novel was for. All I know is, he sent me a novel and it was meant for me. That'sallthatis.

"He owes this explanation to me! It's good to play a gift to a man's wife without permission from her husband!"

"That must be so, huh? Don't be weird! Anyway Ali, just a novel, doang. Maybe he gave me a novel because ...."

"Because what?" He interrupted with a high tone.

"Maybe because he knows I'm a hobby of reading. That was nothing more. Don't be prejudiced. What else to interrogate him all."

He continued to nag when a car stopped in front of the fence there. A moment later the driver got down, opened the fence and cut the distance. I heard the bocil sigh violently.

"Geez, that's your head why? Why on such a bandage? And that's why your face was so injured?" Mom nyerocos straight away nonstop.

"I don't think I need to explain it to you! It doesn't matter, to you!" sahut the Bocil ketus.

"Mom's really worried about seeing your condition like this, Dafa."

"Worry?" The boy continued, "Where have you been?" From the look in his eyes there was a deep grudge and hatred for his mother.

"Mom's sorry for that. I really want to make amends for all the mistakes of the past. That's why you went with me, huh? Same with your wife too. We live together, and you manage the husband's legacy company, Mother. So, you don't have to bother anymore like this."

"I'm sorry, I'm used to living a hard life. So not interested in living well instantly so. Don't equate everyone with you! I'd rather live like this with my wife!"

"Mom promised not to macem anymore. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you and your wife. That'sallthatis. You can also go to college like what you aspired to."

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested anymore. All I want right now is to spend time, to spend the day with my wife." He clasped this hand, "That's all I want. I don't need anything else anymore" he continued steadily.

I was glued, Mother her eyes were glazed over. Then leave without excuse. I saw Mom wipe away the tears before disappearing behind the closed car door.

"When are you acting like this to Mom?" He breathed a rough breath.

"Looks like Mom was sincere, willing to change, willing to make up for all her mistakes. You sure you don't want to give Mom a chance to prove her point?"

He pulled his hair back, and stood in one jolt. "Udah ah, males discuss him. Mending us a walk, bosen at home continue."

"Yes, I finished the novel first. Take the bag."

*****

He and I were walking down a busy street in a traffic vehicle. Our hands are tied. He won't let go of his grip for a moment. I was afraid he said. Lebay, it is, but I like it.

"Where are we going now?"

"What if we go to the front garden there," he pointed. I nodded in agreement.

Arriving at the park the condition is quiet. Not many visitors came. Some are ready to leave the park.

"Why?" ask him when I suddenly cleared my throat feels tight.

"I don't know, suddenly the throat feels dry."

"Yes, I bought a drink first yes, to the stall across the street." He pointed at the shop across the street. 30 Meters from where we are. I nodded in agreement.

Again engrossed in the phone check, suddenly it sounded like there was the sound of someone being held back by the clot. I looked back and forth, it was true that there was a young woman who was being smothered by some men and forced into a car.

Quickly I put the phone in the bag, and ran closer to the rows of flowers. The woman still looked rebellious, but no one cared.

"Hey, what's going on?" my many. It happened when the girl was put in the car.

"Don't interfere with you!" sniffed one of the men.

"Can't do it dong! You want that girl? Why is he smothering everything? What's going on?"

"Here you go, take it!" tell the other guy. Without the ba-bi-bu, my mouth was smothered and forced into the car. I tried to scream, but was restrained by the foreign man's provisions. I turned to the direction the leak was, he was still paying for drinks, seemingly unaware of this incident. Rebellious too, free. My energy is losing strong. I shouldn't have been rash.

Now how's my fate?

Our mouths were both gagged with cloth, our eyes were also covered with black cloth, while our hands were tied backwards. The bag with my phone was snatched, and the car drove. I don't know where I'm going to be taken?

Bocil must be worried. Poor him. What if I can't see him again?