MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Ice Cream Semanis

After work, the application to order an ojek or taxi online error. Angkot is also difficult, every passing passenger is full. I tried to walk around looking for a motorcycle or whatever I could ride. It has run a range of a hundred meters more, but has not met the vehicle. Wiping off sweat, sitting at a bus stop waiting for someone to pass. While waiting, I tried to mess with the taxi or ojek online booking application may have been able to, but it was still error. Ck! A motor stopped in front of me. A second later the biker made a sound.

"Hi, you beautiful boy!" Suddenly I stared at the owner of the familiar-sounding voice. Husband!

"Babies!" I stood up and approached him.

"Duileeeh, excited to meet husband. Kangen, haven't you seen me all day?" Again, her style makes me nauseous.

"Well, are you here? It's, isn't it, far from your place of work?"

"So many who complain about the application for motorcycle taxi or taxi online again error, so I came here, Ma'am. Get my dear wife. Understand, me, Ma'am." He continued to raise his eyebrows.

"Ck! What did your mom crave, cil? How can I have a child like this?"

"Yes, don't know Ma. Kan, I grew up in an orphanage." His face immediately turned gloomy. I feel so guilty. Original, this is the first time I've felt bad to him. I shouldn't have mentioned her parents. From childhood he never saw how his face and where his parents were.

I touched his shoulder slowly. "Cil, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make ...."

"Udah, here, put on the helmet!" as usual. I'll just recite, he's still moody. Usually bring me to make him bend with the reason of a real grip, but this time he is not that cute. I feel guilty. Pity him too.

"Nuts!"

"Hmmm. Why, Ma'am? Is anyone missing?"

"No. Eum, in the front garden there we stop, yeah!"

"Why, Ma'am?"

"Udah, just give it a try!" He muttered while nodding.

"Here, Ma'am?"

"Yes, right here. Stop, stop!"

"okay." He set the standard of the bike, then went down. Bocil sat on a garden chair made of elongated iron. Folding hands on the chest, leaning on the back of the chair. There was still sadness on his face. I shouldn't have mentioned her parents. Ughhhh!

I waved at the ice cream merchant who was selling on a paddle bike. As I approached, I chose my favorite taste. Vanilla flavored ice cream chocolate mix. Keep his favorite leaked what, huh? Eum, he does, he likes coffee. I choose the coffee flavor. Don't forget I said 'thank you' to the merchant after paying.

I sat next to him, he was still observing the end of his shoe. It feels strange to see a leak so quiet like this. For some reason, I feel like I've lost her figure. I put ice cream in front of him.

"What's this?"

"Yes, according to ngana, what?"

"Es cream."

"That's know. What's nanya?"

"What do you mean in order to do, apply ice cream all over, Mommy?"

"Not in any way. I want to eat ice cream again."

He glanced at me. "Mbak cravings?! We're not, why haven't we, Ma'am?!"

I felt strange when she suddenly became quiet, but now fitting the nature of the rancid back, sprain as well. But I have to be a little patient. Looks like the little guy is sensitive. Don't let me say the wrong thing again and make him grim durja.

"Eat!" my word.

He watched the ice cream pack. "What is it, huh?"

"This is the writing, cil!" I pointed the ice cream flavor in his hand.

"Yes, Mother. At home already often made coffee, buy ice cream coffee flavor. No other taste?"

"Brewle! Still good to buy. Just eat fussy! I don't know what your favorite taste is, cil, which I know you like coffee. That's all!"

"Hmmm! Gini nih, have bini no attention at all to men, anyway! Hence Ma'am, don't be so indifferent to the husband. If you don't know that much, what husband likes!"

Anyway, my plan to cover him worked, but .. ugh! Greget also if the kebawelnya also back. Patience Safa! Be patient! Don't let him be sad anymore. Uh, why am I being so gini, huh? Usually stupid too!

"What does he like?" I love enjoying ice cream.

"Like you." I automatically looked towards him. He blinked one eye. Wanted to plug it in.

We were all so excited about each other's ice cream. Sometimes steal a glance at him.

"E-eh, what is this?!" I cried when he suddenly framed my face, and was faced towards her.

"Don't steal a glance, Ma'am. If you want to look at the face of your handsome husband at this maximum, look at it!"

My teeth glitter gregetan made. "Get your hands off, cil!"

"No way!"

"Bab!iil!"

"Mad Iaaaang."

I rubbed his face with ice cream. He complained. His naughty hands were also detached from this face. He was busy cleaning the ice cream on his face. I pretended to enjoy my ice cream.

"Bolciii!" I screamed as he took revenge, rubbing ice cream in my face. Very much indeed. I've been trying to reverse the toughness, I shouldn't need this serepot.

As I was about to reply again, he ran away while sticking out his tongue. I ran after him who kept dodging. Until I accidentally hit someone. We both fell after colliding.

The man woke up first. I asked if I was okay. I still grimace in pain. My tailbone hit the garden road made of paving. Be ill. Wait a minute, why is the voice of the man in front of me not foreign, huh?

"The banner!" I stood up and retreated away from him.

"Safa .. you?" Panji looks nervous.

"Mom, Mommy's okay, isn't it? Is there any wound? Is anyone sick?" The little nyerocos while examining both arms, snoring up to my feet. I still glanced at the cement man in front. Bocil continued to scold Panji.

"Sorry, Dek, I accidentally," Panji told the leak.

"Sorry! If the road was his eyes dipake dong, Bang!" sahut the nyolot.

"Safa, how are you? Can we talk to you for a second?" Panji. Of course I couldn't believe it. He can still act like a pilon.

"There's nothing more to talk about!" meek sharp.

"Come on, Cil, we're home!" take me while pulling the bocil's arm. I chose to ignore Panji's shout which he said would explain something.

Bocil seemed confused by my sudden serious attitude. But he chose to keep silent at all my requests.

"Who was that, Mother?" I asked when we were on the bike. It's far from the park.

"Pennants."

He immediately braked suddenly, of course I reflexively hugged him tightly. The heart that was originally pounding with anger, now the beat was changing. I don't know, it feels weird.

"The one that ran away on your wedding day?" I nodded with a mutter.

"Why didn't you say that earlier. If you tell me, I can teach him a lesson!" His voice sounded furious.

"Udahlah, Cil. Let's go home," I said limp. My mood's ruined, it's ruined.

"Yes, yes. We're home."

Bocil put the bike back on. No chatter along the way. We are so absorbed in each other's feelings. The motor finally stopped in front of the house. On the terrace there was a mother who was sitting waiting. I came down to regret it. Followed by the Bocil after parking his motorbike.

"Mother saw it. You guys are so friendly." Me and the Bocil exchanged lyrics and then compact grin.

After the door opened, the door let Mom in. She brought Mom's bag and was taken straight into the room. I followed after and showed you the room that the woman who would have slept with me 29 years ago.

"So, I'll sleep here. If you're tired of falling, ma'am!" my word. I looked around at every corner of the room. Then open a small closet in the corner of the room.

"Well, is this how Dafa's clothes are here?" ask Mother.

"Eum, i-it's ma'am, anu .. The cupboard in the other room doesn't fit," I said.

Mom looked at me and the boy was full of probing. "You don't sleep apart, do you?"

I shook my head, the bocil nodded. Ck! Can't be compromised, anyway?!

"Eum, Mom, why aren't you coming?" I'm trying to distract Mom.

"Kan, I told you, your father again has an event in his brother's village. That's why I'm here, because I'm home lonely."

"Sorry, Mom. I forgot."

"Yes, there you clean. Work Abis must be tired, right?"

Bocil took a shower.

"Yes, you've got a change of clothes for your husband there!" I nodded faintly.

"Let Mommy cook. There, isn't there, the kitchen?"

"Yes, Mom."

I went to the kitchen and was busy. I went to the room waiting for the baby to finish taking a shower. After she finishes the shower, replace me with the bath.

After taking a shower, return to the room of the intention of the heart to comb the hair and wear deodorant. But instead found the Bocil was lying on my bed. Wow, big head of him!

"Get out of my bed!" lirihku full of affirmation.

"I'm tired, Ma'am. Doang numpang tambahan."

"Exit!" force me while pulling the legion.

"If you want to fall too, next door is still wide!" He pulled my arm. I fell on his chest. My wet hair was partially rubbed against his face. My body suddenly stiffened, my tongue felt muddy. My face is very close to his. His breathing was warm to the cheek. Original, bocil emang sweet.

I flinched as he cleared his throat. Directly pulled away from the top of his chest. I was misbehaving. He put on a rancid face.

"I'm handsome, Ma'am?"

"B only!" my ketus. He left it in the room alone. I went to the kitchen with an erratic heart. Help Mom cook. Damnit damnit! Why did the scene in the room continue to be imagined?

"Awwww!" my moans.

"Why, Sa?"

"Because of the knife, ma'am, little."

"Could you, anyway? That's focus!"

I grinned, let the wound be small, but it hurt too. The boy looked into the kitchen and asked what was going on. Mom explained what happened.

"Yes, this is where the wound used to be, Ma'am!"

"No, Ciiil. Just a small wound, really."

"Even small should be fixed diobatin, Ma'am. Here!" He pulled my arm forcibly towards the living room.

"You, husband and wife, I call him that." I heard Mom mumbling.

"Sit down!" Bocil pressed both my shoulders to sit down. I sat on the sofa in the middle room. He took a P3K box in the room. Upon returning from the room, he sat next to her. He took the red medicine and gauze from the box. Then it was applied to my small wound. I watched him seriously treat my wounds.

Sweet is also.

"Well, bye!" he said after wrapping my wounds with hansaplast.

"Makanya Mbak, if again the work is focused! Don't think I'm grandiose. Relax, I'm not going anywhere!"

"But! Who thought that too?! Gee!" I melengos. He chuckles. Return the P3K box to its original location. I'm back in the kitchen helping Mom cook.

*****

After dinner together. The three of us talked in the middle room while coffee and watching television.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm going to bed first. Tired." Bocil pamit first. Though I wish she'd stayed here until Mom got into her room. Let him sleep on the couch here. Even mode!

"Yes, go to sleep first." Bocil went straight into my room. Before closing the door she stuck her tongue out at me, unbeknownst to Mom. I clenched my hands at him. Growled. He blinked one eye, then disappeared behind the closed door.

"You too Sa, sleep there! I still want to wait for the soap opera to connect."

"I slept with Mom, huh?"

"You have a husband now. Your husband is more entitled to you, Sa. Sana follow your husband. Maybe he needs a massage or something."

"But, Ma'am ...."

"Udah, there!" I had to obey Mom's word. Go into the room, I pulled Bocil's arm and told him to sleep under a mattress.

"No, Mbaaak. This is it, the bed is wide. Can be blocked using bolsters like this if Mbak is afraid of me anything."

I grumbled a piece. Finally giving up on sleeping downstairs. After getting tired of arguing with him.

"Yakiiiin, want to sleep under there? The mattress is hard, it's cold." Really, what he said. But ... amused if you have to sleep with him.

When I'm ready to go to sleep. The boy got off the bed. He sat next to me lying down. I sat up and moved away.

"What are you doing?!" my sentakku.

"Yes, according to Ma'am, I have the heart that mbak's just sleeping on the floor while I'm on that soft mattress?" He pointed at the spring bed with a movement of his face.

"Udah, I slept up there! Let me sleep here. But, if you want to sleep with me here, yes, no papa. I'm glad to have it."

I got up on the bed and lay down. Sighs in relief. Seconds later feel sorry for the baby, but choose to try stupid. A while later I heard a soft snoring, slowly I woke up, making sure the child had slept. Turns out to be asleep. He seems to be tired and sleepy. I covered him, and I looked at his sleeping face from the bed. Sweet.

*****

The alarm rang the sign was morning and I had to get up. How weird does it feel, huh? I think there's something around this waist. It felt very warm different from the usual day. I open my eyes slowly. Instantly my eyes widened when I found Bocil's face in front. The tip of my nose almost came into contact with his nose. My hands hugged her, and vice versa.

"Yahoooo! Nooooooo!"

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Thank you very much, for those who are still controlling the story of Bocil Dafa and Mbak Safa.

Have a nice day.

May you be faithful and not bored waiting for the next part.

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