MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Gunned

I was struck by the moving door. Nita glanced at me in fear. Seconds later our gaze was equally fixed towards the door waiting for who the opener was. Nita grabbed my hand, and held it tightly.

"Sister, I'm afraid," she's restrained.

"Silent. Okay!" I rubbed the back of his hand. This heart is pounding no need to wait for who will appear. Nita's hand grips tighter as the door starts to open slightly and the door leaves open slowly getting wider. Then immediately it appears who the opening is. My eyes were round in disbelief. Mouth wide open.

"Bobbilly!" my yelling. He hissed while gluing his index finger on the lips gave me a signal not to be noisy. Quickly I ran up to him and slammed into his arms. He began to ask the circumstances and news, also inspecting this entire body. Nita was stunned in her place.

"Pure. No one was hurt, really," I explained.

"I didn't think you could find my whereabouts?" imbuhku. I shed tears in her arms. He gently rubbed the top of this head, and let out this brow repeatedly. Then frame this face and wipe the tears that wet the cheeks.

"I will definitely find you," he said confidently as he stared at these clingy eyes. I smiled proudly at him. You are the greatest man, Bocil. I continued to hug him again.

A second later she let go of her embrace and her gaze was fixed towards the direction Nita was in. Then looking at me, his eyes look as if asking me for an explanation of who the girl is. I explained everything too.

Nita came closer and shook hands, they both mentioned each other by name.

"This, Safa's husband?" I nodded at the question Nita asked. Nita's forehead is faintly wrinkled. Maybe he feels weird about our age difference being so obvious. But, the girl chose a faint nod and did not ask anymore.

"We need to get out of here!" lirih. Nita and I agreed.

"Follow me, yeah!" abugn. Again, Nita and I nodded. He began to slowly move his feet towards the front door.

"Don't be noisy!" she said softly as she looked towards me and Nita. Me and Nita nodded again. He looked back and forth to make sure things were going. I also looked at the situation. With Nita.

"Come, this way!" take him with me while waving so that Nita and I follow. The three of us walked around. Sneaking behind walls, closets, tables, or other items we pass. When we felt safe, we continued with caution.

With a quick snap pulled my arm and Nita's arm to hide behind the bookshelf when a man was walking towards us. I closed my mouth, panicking. The heart seemed to be ready to be thrown out of its place.

I heaved a sigh of relief as our whereabouts were undetectable by the plontos-headed man who had just passed by. Bocil came out first from hiding, observed the situation and waved back to signal me and Nita to follow in his footsteps.

Quickly, the three of us hid behind a wall when we reached a room that turned out to be where some men were gathered and were playing cards. Unfortunately, I was separated from my husband and Nita. They both slipped to the other side.

I peeked a little. Bocil gave me a signal to hide behind the door. I also nodded.

Not long after, the man with the head of the plontos came. "Buzzy prisoner!" his screams told the others.

"What?!" sahut another man with long hair. I could see them from the door. A moment later the six men split up looking for me and Nita for sure.

After the big men were away. Bocil approached and pulled my arm as well as Nita's arm half ran towards the exit. Because I was so nervous, my leg hit the table leg.

"Akh!" my strangulation was held back by my own provision. Bocil and Nita stopped their steps. Quickly, my husband approached and checked the legs. Bloody thumb. I groan in pain.

Nita runs away first. Seeking safety yourself. Leaving me and the Bocil. No morals that boy, already helped now even betrayal.

"Udah just let him go first. Thank you that he thought about reporting to the police" said the boy.

"If he's looking for safety himself how?" lirihku raucous between pain in the big toe and in the heart.

"Yes, justin. Take it easy, I'm here" he said calmly. He then memapah this and continue the path slowly while continuing to be vigilant.

At the end of the stairs, we monitored the situation first before going down the stairs. This heart is beating badly. Afraid of being caught by the executioners.

My eyes were round when I heard something throbbing. We both looked at each other and glued for a moment. A moment later without the ba-bi-bu she carried my body in one jolt and was led away hiding into a room.

Arriving at a room more like a warehouse, I was taken down. He gasps. I wiped the sweat that flooded his forehead.

"It turns out you're strong, too" I said.

"Firmly," he said in his breathless breath.

"What weight am I?"

"Heavy, no," he replied, "It's just a bit heavy," he continued.

He scratched the nape. Maybe it feels like eating simalakama fruit. Answer honestly ruined, melting lie.

"I love and love, really."

"What question, what answer?!" my ketus.

"Don't talk about weight first, right? This is again a gini-like situation as well" he jolted.

He smothered my mouth when he heard the footsteps outside. I also stop further nagging. We hid behind a broken closet. I heard the door was opened from outside.

My eyes were round when on our side wall there was a lizard. Quickly the leak smothered my mouth before I cried out hysterically. A second later this face was buried into his arms. My eyes were closed there while enduring the horror.

I heard footsteps getting closer to this closet. The tighter I hugged the boy. I don't know what will happen to both of us if we get caught.

"Where, isn't there?" Another man asked from outside the door.

"Somewhat." Their footsteps were heard leaving this room. Quickly I came out of hiding while chopping down this whole body. Tingly the same lizard. The boy came out of hiding.

"Some, there's no lizard, really."

"Yes, but geliii," I said shuddering.

He pulled this body back into his arms. Our eyes met at a very close distance. I could feel her warm breath hitting this area of her face. I put an index finger on her lips as she drew her face closer.

"You what?!" I snapped, "At this kind of situation too?"

"A little," he whined. I shaken refusing. Trying to escape from his arms, but he even more tightened the embrace. Until I feel overwhelmed by it.

"Don't be weird, man! Lepassin! We need to get out of here!" He just let go of his embrace after I glanced at him.

"Yes, deh, I let go," he said languidly.

He silenced his gaping mouth, while his index finger pointed towards my shoulder. His eyes glared as if horrified.

"A-what's up?" I stammered.

"Geez, cic ...." Before he finished his sentence, I was already back in his arms.

"Singkiriiin," my whine raucous. He chuckles. Realizing I had been bullied, I quickly distanced myself and pinched his waist. He groaned in pain and asked for forgiveness.

"That's why if the prank knows the place, dong!" I grunt my head. He framed this face with an anxious expression, and pulled her closer. A few warm kisses landed successfully on this forehead, both cheeks, and lips.

"Well, now my energy seems to be on the charger," he said, "Well, go on!" He slipped his fingers between my fingers. The back of my hand was blown twice. I snorted annoyed. I don't know the same way of mind anymore.

In the doorway. We looked to the right and left to confirm the situation. Back to the stairs.

"Woi!" someone shouted behind us. Me and the Bocil fell silent on the spot, down the stairs. Then turn around slowly.

A dark-skinned, curly-haired, somewhat crib-haired man stood a few meters before the two of us. In his hand was a long shotgun. Bocil again slipped his finger between my fingers. I felt his grip tight. I got scared.

The man in front brandished his weapon towards my chest. Then switch to Bocil's chest. I slowly nodded. The glass began to bathe this eye patch. Dafa feels tight, heart pounding. Blood seems to stop flowing.

The man stepped closer and the shotgun shot back towards me. Cold sweat began to wash over his forehead. The bones of this leg seemed to disappear. Limply. The throat feels dry, but when going to swallow it feels bad. Like swallowing a pebble.

"Don't hurt my wife. Just shoot me! Free my wife!" said the Bocil. I looked at him in disbelief. Then shook his head to signal not to talk again. But he remains nyerocos.

The man turned the gun to Bocil's chest again. The sound of the eruption sounded deafening. A moment later the body leaked like a jerk, then he collapsed. Our hands were also released. Fresh blood seeped out from his chest. I was stunned, shocked. Seconds later also collapsed and rested next to him. Cry broke. He's like he's gonna say something, but no sound comes out.

"Bolciii!" I shouted as his eyes suddenly closed. I shook his head and called his name unresponsively, before long fresh blood came out of his mouth and nose.

I put his head on his lap. I put my index finger in his nostrils. I shook my head in disbelief when I no longer felt her breath.

"BOCIIIIL, NOOO!!!"