MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Promise is Debt

After the night market, I was still in the middle room. Still watching television. As for Mom, she fell asleep on the sofa next to Dad. When I and I got to the side of the sofa, Dad raised his hand. Contact me and leaked to each other lyrics, confused.

"What the hell, sir?" my many.

"Your husband must be bad," guessed Father. Bocil looked at me confused, I put my shoulder around.

"What is the target, sir?" ask Miku.

"Loh, how about? You were the nawarin, you forgot?" reply Mr. sewot.

"Navarin?" lirih Miku's. He seemed to be thinking hard, a moment later ber-oh while patting jidat.

"What, anyway?" my many.

"Martabak," Miku replied without a voice. It was just a change, but I immediately understood and remembered.

"O, yes. That was right, bocil said he wanted to buy it cilok, yes, sir?"

Father looked at. "Kok cilok, anyway? Egg slings!" father Error full of affirmation. I grimaced and sniggered.

"So you promised, yes. This Mr. Belain has not slept because waiting martabak, uh, not even dapet. If you don't have the money, don't be nawarin!" continued Mr.

"Help no morals. Hey, fire him, sir! Depose him as son-in-law, sir!" I was like someone who was protesting. Until Mom wakes up.

"What's up, anyway? It's so noisy," Mother nagged. It seems like Mother's consciousness has not yet fully accumulated.

"Sorry, Sir. I completely forgot," said Miku. Instantly the look on my face turned sour. Snuggle.

"Mbok has to, Paaak. Like a little boy. Only things are not bought martabak eggs only, cramming," Mother's nagging.

"It's not the hammer, ma'am," replied the Father.

"Keep what?" ask Mother. Me and Miku quietly listened to the two of them.

"The promise to be kept. Your favorite daughter-in-law, I promised to buy martabak. A promise is like a debt that must be paid or paid. Anyway, that man held his nonsense," said the father. The boy pulled me straight to the terrace. I was confused when he put his hand in front of me.

"What?" ask me not to understand.

"Solicit money," he said.

"What else do you do?"

"Make buyin Mr. martabak."

"No need, it's too bad, too" my barrel.

"I'm not good with you, sir" he whined still looking up. I'm pissed off.

"How much?" my ketus.

"One hundred thousand."

My forehead winches. "Much really? Fifty thousand times is also enough to buy martabak mah. The rest."

"Frightened, lost me?" godaku while crossing and leaning on the porch pole.

"Woiya, obviously! I will never be willing and will never want to lose you" he replied in a super-tiny style. His hands were busy wearing helmets. He then rushed out again looking for martabak.

I went in and sat down on the sofa next to my dad. I asked where Bocil was. When I said he went to find martabak, Mr. mangut-mangut.

*****

My husband finally came too after more than half an hour he was gone. Bocil put one martabak box on the front desk with a proud expression.

"Good fun, sir," said Miku.

"Thank you, but sorry, it's too late!" reply Father with a flat expression. His eyes remained focused on the television screen that displayed the action movie. Bocil looks bad.

"This father, it's been bought instead of 'thank you. Yes, for me if that's it." Mother immediately grabbed the martabak package and took it to the dining room.

I pulled Miku's arm into the room, then peeked at Father from the crack of the door that I opened a little. We both giggled when Dad finally went to the dining room. After Mom also entered the room. I'm sure, you must have checked the hammer is still left or not.

My eyes were round as Miku pulled me away from the door, then closed it tightly. I was glued to the door. He immediately sat on the bed and patted the empty space next door. I sat down when he said he wanted to talk seriously.

"What are you talking about?" my many.

"Soal .. said the Father."

I cringed trying to remember. "Which father?"

"Eum, that's about the kid."

"Kids? Whose son?" He pointed at himself, then at me.

"O-oh." I was suddenly nervous.

"So, how?" tanyakanya. I turned my face. Wrong attitude.

"Yes, not how."

He's slashing. Now our position is in. "What if ... we start the process" he whispered. I'm lip smacking. Hearts pounding erratically.

"What process?" godaku's.

"Process ... make a child."

I put an index finger on her lips as she brought her face closer. Seeing me put on a serious expression, he also followed seriously. Sitting still, it seemed to be waiting for me to speak.

"Why?" tanyanya while holding this hand. It seems he realized my anxiety.

"Eum, if for example it turns out I can't give you offspring, how?"

"Yes, I'm getting married again." His answer made me stare at him. Slowly the glass began to inundate this eye patch.