MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Guests Not Invited

Slowly my tears began to drip down my cheeks. Bocil lulled his lips inducing laughter. A second later, his laughter exploded.

"I was just kidding. Don't cry, dong. Cup, cup," he said, wiping his cheeks wet with tears.

I pat her hand. "You think your joke was funny?"

"Eum," he muttered, continuing to grin and scratch the nape.

"Not funny at all!" I glanced at him. Cobalt. For him maybe it was just a joke, but for me it was very hurtful.

"I'm sorry" he asked. I went to sleep on his back. I ignored her as she continued to try to seduce.

****

When I opened my eyes, my husband was nowhere to be seen. Waking up first seems. I sit on the head of the bed. Clean the corners of the eyes and tidy up the hair. It feels so heavy to part with a mattress and pillows as well as a blanket. Very lazy to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Finally managed to fight the lazy feeling too. After taking a shower and changing clothes, I went out of the room. Look at my eyes monitoring the living room, quiet. So do guests and patios. I set foot in the kitchen. Mom's still in front of the stove.

"Good morning, ma'am," I said, cutting the distance.

"Morning." Mother replied without looking. Focus on something that is being fried.

"What cooking, Mom?" I took a stand next to Mom. Apparently I'm frying potato chips. It's one of Bocil's favorite foods.

"For whom?" I pretended to ask.

"Make Dafa."

Tuh, right, really.

"Why bother, Mom? I should have, don't bother like this."

"Why? I don't feel bothered, though. I cooked your favorite too. Sambel pecel."

"What hasn't, Mom? Let me do it."

"Leave fried crackers, anyway. Later, finish frying this parchment."  I nodded, then waited for Mom to finish frying the parchment. Actually wanted to ask where the Bocil went, but prestige. Anyway, I'm still upset with him. But, curious. What if he went to see another woman?

"Eum, Mum ...."

"Why?" ask Mom when I don't finish my speech.

"Ma ...."

"Ciyeee, kangen, huh?"

I turned to the owner of the voice, urung continued the sentence. The boy stood at the connecting door between this kitchen and the dining room. Lean on the sills with both hands folded on the chest.

"But! Gee!"

"Who wants that?! Geers! I want it to Mom, and the fried bells!" my pretext. In fact, that was true, wanted to ask Mom about her whereabouts.

"Heleh, ngeleees," he said as he elbowed this arm.

"Can diem, right?!" my snapping.

"can't. I can't help it, as long as my wife is longing" she said as she brushed this chin, "Let me treat you, my wife!"

"What the hell, it's so gaje! Go, right? Far-away! I want fried crackers!" sewot. Mom blushed, then took a deep breath. Then passed putting the parchment to the dining table.

"Yes, let me help fry the crackers."

"No need!" sewot. He immediately took over all the frying equipment. Also took over my position, then started frying the crackers. I chose to leave it on the terrace. I ignored her screams asking me to stay.

Twenty minutes passed, he followed to the terrace. Sit down next to. His mouth chewed on crackers, in his hands there was still stock.

"Why, anyway? Still mad about semalem?" tanyakanya. I choose to be quiet.

"I'm sorry. That's just a joke, anyway. I'm not getting married again." He continued to raise his finger to form the letter V, "Suwer!"

"But, suppose I really can't get pregnant, how?"

He pulled his chair closer. Now our position is without a partition. He grabbed both of my hands and held them tight. The look in our eyes met.

"Look! I married you because I wanted to live with you. Not to make you a child-printing machine. About the child, dear, yes, grateful. No, no, no problem. Because for me, being with you until the end of life, that's more than enough."

This cheek warms to hear him speak so. Like someone stuck in this throat. I'm moved. Regarding age, I admit he still smells. But, as for the thought he was an adult. Yes, although sometimes still childish, anyway. But, at a certain moment he can be spoken to seriously.

"But, right, said the marriage person is incomplete without the presence of children," I said.

"Who said? The marriage .. when two people of different sexes together tie a sacred promise, yes, it is complete. The child is a bonus from God. Syndicated, grateful. If not loved, yes, keep going with sincerity."

My hand is still in his hands. It was drawn softly and taped to his chest. My chin was pulled gently as I lowered my head in. Now our eyes meet again.

"One thing you should know. To me, having you and being able to live with you, that is the most beautiful gift of my life. You by my side, I don't need anything else." The back of my hand is soft.

"If one day we have children. Then I am told to choose between you and our son, I will still choose you. Not that I don't love our son." He continued to kiss my back again. I'm silent holding tight. The glass began to bathe this eye patch.

"If you lose a child, you can still try again. Either by way of pregnancy or adoption programs but, if I lose you, I'm not sure I can find anyone like you again. If that happens, I will be devastated. I don't want to live anymore" he continued at length. My tears just escaped. My defense is breaking too. He wiped away the tears that had run down the river on his cheeks.

"You're the same brother as this Orok?"

My eyes were round, staring at the figure of a man who had just come with a look of disbelief. Even with the Bocil. He looked at the man who had just come with an annoyed look. Bocil then got up and gripped the collar of the uninvited guest shirt.

"Why did you come here?!" ask the angry boy.