MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Bianglala the Biangkerok

When the three of us were confused. He even made a movement as if he was holding a baby. Mom smiled, me and the lyrics leaked to each other.

"So how? Any sign yet?" continued Mr. A whiny little boy, scratching the nape that I believe is not itchy. I flapped his legs softly, gesturing for him to explain to the Father. He even gave me a signal that I should explain. Finally we both just grinned towards Father and Mother.

"Your marriage is about a year away, you know. Don't you want to have kids?" ask Father. Me and I leaked again just mutually lyrics, then smiled towards the Father and Mother.

We were both too busy going day by day like a courtship guy. Forgetting to plan a future together. True what Father said. Our marriage is about a year old. While I was my age, no longer young. I should have started planning big things. One of them is a plan to give the Father and Mother a grandson.

"Easy-after. The child's question is God's secret. Some are loved and some are new loved. So, yes, just walk it all according to God's terms. No need to ngoyo, but also do not forget the effort if it wants to be loved," said Mother at length. Me and Bocil listen. Occasionally with a nod. He just kept quiet and sipped his coffee occasionally.

"We should have lunch first. The food will be cold. Come on!" take Mother.

"Yes, really. Worms in the stomach of the Father have also been on this demo," said the Father. I smile. Then stand up and clean the cup of our four drinks. Take him to the sink. Sit in the dining room chair.

Since the discussion of the child earlier, bocil looks a bit quiet now. Is he uncomfortable? Or is she not ready to have children soon?

*****

"Said Mom, there was a night market, right, in the morning market decker field?" I nodded in confirming.

"We're going there, yuk!" bring him.

"Well?"

"Yes, go. Huh, come!" He pulled this arm. I stood up and followed. He led me out of the room. Passing through the living room, where Mom and Dad were relaxing watching television. Bocil also said goodbye, then asked the Father what Mother would buy.

"Not bother ...."

"If there's a hammer, you can, deh." I snatched and Mother's speech was paused.

"He's the nawarin," said the father defended himself when Mother belied.

"Yes, it's okay, ma'am. If there is, I will buy it. Yes, already, we leave first," concluded the Bocil. Mother assented. You only reply with muttering, his hands are busy pressing the remote moving the television channel.

*****

"We ride it, yuk!" take him after parking the motor. I looked in the direction pointed. I smiled as he took me on a rooftop.

My memory seemed to be thrown into the past. Yeah, well, before we got married, he took me to the night market. It was my first experience riding the bianglala. After we are satisfied to ride various games and eat, then I'm the one he told to pay for everything. What a disturbing ending, isn't it?

"I haven't been on a ride in a long time."

"Surely last time, it was, right?" guess it.

"It wasn't the last time, but the first time" I said. He's laughing at me. He said I was too dirty. Lose the same child who has repeatedly climbed the arena. Yeah, I admit it's true.

"So what's up?" my murmur.

"Yes be!" He then slipped his fingers between my fingers. We walked up to the ring, then sat side by side in the gondola. Bianglala started to move, I tightened my grip.

As the gondola slowly moved up, I closed my eyes. Bocil then gave me instructions to open my eyes slowly. Up above, I can see the city at night. There are many colorful lights dotted all over the city.

To get a romantic atmosphere, we do not need to go far abroad. In the nearest places can be, as long as we enjoy every second of time with loved ones. In fact, on the edge of the river, it will feel romantic and happy if we are good at gratitude. The point is, wherever we are, as long as we are with loved ones, we will definitely feel happy.

"Where am I looking forward to?" I tried to tease him.

"Eum, where's it going, huh?" He seems to be thinking. This chin rests on his shoulders. I looked at his handsome face, from a very close distance while waiting for him to answer my slur. Suddenly, he felt anxious to kiss his cheek. I'm so grateful to have you, Cil. Present you, give a million colors and flavors in my life.

"OK, because it's been bribed with a warm kiss, so .. wait for my wife."

"Hmmm, so if I didn't, wasn't pretty, was I?" godaku pretended to sulk.

"You are more beautiful than those nights with a thousand stars in the sky. Perfectly full, in my eyes you are more perfect."

Hearing his words, my heart raced like a sinking. It feels like people are in love. Yes, he's my husband. The one who can make me fall in love with her many times. He's the greatest man in my eyes.

We were carried away by feelings. Unknowingly, now our lips meet each other. I kept my face away when I remembered this was in the gondola. We both misbehaved. I blushed, he cleared his throat.

I leaned my head on the side of his shoulder again. "If it's the same woman out there. Wait who?" Again, I intend to tease him.

"Hmmm, out there a lot of hell, which is much prettier ...."

Hurry, I keep my head off his shoulders. Staring at him irritated, snorting bitterly and manyun. "Tuh, kaaan. Yes, all men are the same. Can't see the clear."

"People haven't finished saying it's been cut," she said, "Out there are many more beautiful ones, but you're the only one who can fill the empty space of my heart. And you're the only one who's made me love you to death."

"Masaaa?"

"Don't believe it? What do you want proof? You want me to jump now?"

I quickly shook my head and hugged her tightly. "Wouldn't. I want you to be by my side, with me until the end."

He returned my embrace, tucking this forehead warm. "certainly. Without you asking, I will always be by your side. Let's age together!" I nodded in his arms.

"It's going down what's going on to the eleventh round?" said the operator of this bianglala.

"Huh?! Eleventh round?" we both got compact. So excited to not realize it has been up to ten rounds.

"What's one spin, huh, sir?" tanya bocil while grinning.

"Twenty thousand," replied the man before.

"How do you expect?" my whiskey.

"You're the one who paid."

No, I said that too. It must be this ending, right? Ck!

"Eh, but one more round, sir," he said. I'm flabbergasted.

"We are not selfies yet. We go up one more time, it will continue to fit right up to our selfies to be posted in Instagaram," he continued, pulling this arm to sit again in the gondola. I can only pat the eel. W-well, the red sheet in the wallet!