MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Galfok

He raised his eyebrows. I look away to the other side.

"Why, Ma'am? Stunned yes, same my fondness? Hmm?"

I'm unmoving. Observing the traffic vehicles that were dashed by heavy rain.

"Mom!" He elbowed my arm slowly. Bodok very much, yes!

"Mom!"

I finally looked towards him too. "What the hell, Cil?!"

Again, our eyes meet. He saw me dive into my eyes, looking for something. Don't know what? Seconds then raised his eyebrows again. I rolled my eyeballs.

"Deg-degan huh, Ma'am?"

"No! Aja!"

"Masaaaa?"

I snorted in annoyance. Shift your eyes in the other direction. The air was getting colder, my hands were trembling, lips were too. Heart too. Oops!

"Well, it's raining why not let up, anyway?"

"Rain is a gift, Ma'am. We should be grateful, not complaining."

"I'm hoping it rains a long time, Ma'am. Let's ...." He stopped his words as I glanced at him. Then he grinned. Uh, how cute is he, if you grin that way. So pengeeen .. uh, geez! What the hell happened to me? Shake away the thoughts that are starting to fuss. Looking to the other side again.

I gasped as the child slipped his fingers between my fingers. I looked at our hands that were now linked. Then glanced at him.

"Please, no?!"

She shook her head. "Don't want to."

"Deliver!"

"No!"

"Bab!iil!"

"Come!"

When I tried to let go, he even tightened his grip. Argha! No! Don't baper! Don't baper! Don't baper!

"Well, what the hell, Ma'am? Let anget! I know, Mbak is cold, hold each other gini let the angel."

I really feel a lot warmer now. My heart is also getting bigger. Asem!

"What else if ... cuddle, Ma'am." He continued to grin as I glanced at him.

In one jolt I stood up, our hands were released. I don't know, suddenly feeling amused. Stand next to each other and lean on the pole support stop. Bocil approached, slipping his jacket back into this body. Without a word, he again sat down on the chair stop, folding his hands to his chest. Long time could not bear to see him continue hissing cold. I sat down next to him again. He stood up straight. Piss off! I threw his jacket and hit his head. Bocil. I grumbled a piece.

"The rain has subsided, ma'am. Do you want to go home, do you still want to be here?"

I'm unmoving. Bocil put his helmet on my head forcibly without cue. Jacket too. As if hypnotized, I just kept quiet.

"Udah, Ma'am, the manyun! I love you more, Mom." Pull this arm, "Yuk, go home!"

Again, I nodded as he wrapped this hand around his waist. I don't know, tonight feels weird. Not as usual.

"Why stop, Cil?"

He looked towards me. "Ciyeee, get at home, ma'am, ride the bike with me?" The style of the rancid. I shook his head which was still wrapped in a helmet. He complained of pain.

"It's home, Mbiiaaak."

"Huh?! Masa, anyway?" I was watching around. Holy hooch! It turned out to be right at home. Spring down, when going to remove the helmet hook, stuck.

"Why, Ma'am? Hard to open, huh?"

"Hoooh."

"Clop yes, same heart, Ma'am. Hardly broken!" his lips.

"Don't you, gosah bawel! This book!"

"okay!" She's excited. I took off his hand and opened the jacket I was wearing.

"Said you asked to be booked?!"

"Helmyaaaaa, bociiiiii!"

"Oh, so don't be ambiguous, Ma'am."

"Don't be whittling either time, cil!" I pushed her body a little bit away.

"Open this helmet hook, it takes a lot of concentration, ma'am. If it's far away where it looks .. beautiful you."

"Ck! Seriously napa, cil?!"

"From a long time ago I seriously loved you, Ma'am."

"Ck! BOCIIIILL!"

He's snapping. I swear, he's a hell of a bitch!

"Here, hold the key!" He pulled the motor key out of his hand. This heart was pounding erratically as he tried to open the helmet. I secretly stole the field through the tail of my eyes.

"Well, open, helmet. Now, it's time to open your heart, Ma'am."

I melengos. Hurry up to unlock the door.

"Ck! This is why the key doesn't go in and out, anyway?!" dumelku emotions.

Bocil chuckles. I glanced at him while shaking my waist.

"Something funny?!" my sentakku.

"The funny boy. Grogi huh, Ma'am? Hmm?" He's up and down his eyebrows. The rancid! I tried to open the door again. The boy was getting uproarious to see me having trouble opening the door.

"Mr, fokusss!" He snatched the key I was holding, and held in front of my face. Jagaaa, it turns out that I used to open the door of the house. Pantesan not in.

Kurogoh the key to the house is still in my mini bag. The boy folded his arms around his chest, leaning against the side of the door. Staring at me in such a way as a cry.

"Failing to focus on my fondness, huh, Ma'am?" The bocil followed me into the house while continuing to babble exactly the abis parrot being fed.

"Bak, honestly, if indeed Mbak already frowned at the vibration of love! Don't prestige!" This time he blocked my steps while stretching out his hand.

"Surge cil!"

"No!"

"Surge!"

"No way!"

Upset, I pushed him to the floor and hit his head against the foot of the table in the living room. I shut my gaping mouth. The impact on his head was very hard, it must have hurt a lot.

He held his head that had been knocked off, standing staggering. "Sir, how dark, huh?" Seconds later he collapsed again.

"Cil! The kid!" I pat her cheeks slowly, she flinch.

"Cil, wake!" I feel guilty. Between panic and fear. Afraid she's why-why. My tears are falling.

"I'm sorry, Ciiil. Banguuun!" Curse his head and put it on his lap. She smiles.

"Artificial breath," he said.

"BOCIIIIIL!" I've got his ear, he's complaining. I rubbed my tears violently. Latas went to change clothes into the room, ignoring the booty who was laughing out loud.

Get out of the room and make coffee in the kitchen. I saw the child sitting on the sofa in the middle room. He had changed clothes too, in his room. Yes, our rooms are separate. It just so happens that the house we live in has two rooms.

The room that was sleeping with the child was smaller than the one I was in. In her room was a small closet containing some of her clothes. Some of her clothes were in the closet in my room.

"Nuts!"

"Hmmm. Why, Ma'am?"

"I want to make coffee, you want to, don't you?"

"No ah, Ma'am. This is my stomach feeling bloated."

"Wind in?"

"I think so, that's it."

I went to the kitchen, made coffee for me and ginger wedang for the baby.

"More." I put a ginger wedang in front of him. I sat next to him.

"What's up, Ma'am?"

"Ginger sword."

"Widiiih, thank you, for your attention." I rolled my eyes, fed up with his style of being tengil bin ngeselin. Squeaky, looking at me while raising his eyebrows. I stupidly blew hot steam on my coffee, then sipped it a little and put it on the table.

Bocil keeps burping. He struck her slowly in the stomach, his voice filled with wind. Must have been driving without a jacket. Poor too.

"Eum, do you want me to kerokin, no, Cil?"

He immediately changed his position to face me. "What, Ma'am? Kelonins?!"

"KEROKIN CIIIL! KEROKIII!" I screamed near his ear. He's snapping.

"Yes, I can do it, Mother."

"Yes, take the wind oil as much as the coin!"

He wants to take wind oil and coins.

"Continue scraping where, Ma'am?"

"Yes, here, cil!" I pointed to the sofa.

"Why in the room, ma'am?"

I'm waist-racked. "No mode, cil!" He chuckled again, then undressed and lay on his stomach on the sofa. I didn't think the body was good either. Uh!

"www!" his moans.

"Why, cil?"

"Pake it again. Pissing his tightness. It hurts! Pake feeling dong, Ma'am, ngerokinnya!"

"Look it with a coin, cil! Not a feeling!"

"Silent Mommy, deh. Most importantly, don't be fussy. It hurts."

"Yes." Yeah."

*****

On Sunday, me and the boy didn't work. We're on duty, as long as I cook for breakfast, she cleans the front yard. Although while nagging along the way memories finally his work was finished as well. We continued to have breakfast together. After that we cleaned the house with gotong royong again.

My voice is almost done. Every time he screams because of his actions. Fucking bocil! The job that should have been finished was abandoned because in the end I was chasing him. Original, really feel momong child who is active again. Dingy. Emotions too. My energy seems to be drained.

At nap time, some houses are almost finished. Now live nyapu just as mopping. Supposedly, I'm the one with the sweat and he's the one with the mop. But, he complained tired and took a nap. Wake up at 5pm. Kebo-bener, napping for almost 6 hours.

"Bak, make coffee, dong!" the door was really just waking up, and immediately sat next to me who was fun watching Indian dramas on television.

"Wash your face first, or take a shower there! It was afternoon, here!"

"Yeah. Easy, later. I made coffee first, Mbaaaak," he whined while pushing my shoulder slowly. I walked into the kitchen with lazy steps while muttering. Sebel.

"If told by the husband who is sincere, while smiling that way, Ma'am! Don't suck!"

I stopped the step on the connecting doorway, let out a long sigh, exhaled slowly. Then turned towards him, and smiled as widely as possible.

"That's gorgeous. Whose wife is ituuu?" He continued to blink one eye. I turned and went to the kitchen.

After making coffee, we were involved in the scene of the seizure of the television remote. My favorite Indian drama is not yet. The bocil play moved chanel aja. Chanel Upin and Ipin. Ck!

"Basic bocil!" I screamed when I couldn't take the remote. Folding hands on the chest, leaning on the back of the sofa. Sebel! He did not feel guilty at all.

"Now!" He thrust the remote in front of me. When he smiled happily and was ready to reach for the remote, he pulled away from me again. He tucked the remote into his thigh.

"BOCII!" He's uproar, dooong. Continue to casually sip the coffee. His eyes were still seriously watching Upin and Ipin. Sometimes he laughs, but I don't think anything is funny at all.

"Sir, coffee tastes weird, huh?" he said while tasting.

"Times, anyway?" I frowned, trying to remember if I had put something wrong in the coffee. But it doesn't seem wrong, though.

"Take it if you don't believe it!"

I grabbed the coffee cup and sipped it. He smiled wickedly.

"Nothing weird, cil!" He's snapping.

"There is no one." He's up and down his eyebrows. Then grab the cup and sip it.

"Hmmm, more favors, ma'am. Your lips are."

Smuggles!

*****

After breakfast, my phone rang. Mother called. He said he would visit and stay here.

"What's wrong?" ask the bocil.

"Mom's gonna be here tonight."

"Ashiiic. If I go here it means ... I'll sleep in that room." He pointed to the room that had been sleeping.

"So I can sleep in .. there," he continued, pointing to my room.

"No! There will still be a living room or living room sofa" I said. He's manyuning. But, it's most likely to sleep in the room with her later that night. Because I'm sure you'll talk at length if I sleep separately with my husband. Mom would have told me to sleep in the room with her. Scroll the leak, then shudder. Gelii.