MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

OKAY, FINE!

"Where did you find this guy?" I asked when my husband and his new friend arrived next to me.

"Hey, yei if you say sekate-kate. Eik eik this falling goods what found." The typical style of a half-man woman accompanies her speech. His style was trembling, his voice sounded like a spoiled sigh. I'm having a grim reflex.

"Who is it, him?" ask the transvestite while poking the spoiled Bocil's shoulder.

"Give me, it doesn't matter. Okay, yuk, go ahead!" reply the Bocil.

I stare in place. What say? Doesn't matter? Well, fight this Bocil. He continued on with the transvestite. I wish he'd turned his head or stopped waiting for me, but it didn't happen.

Quickly I ran up and blocked his arm. But he continued his steps. I'm ignored.

"Why are you, anyway?" my many. He did not answer, still pushing his bike assisted by the woman half man.

"Are you angry with me?" ask again.

"Hey, yei can't be diem? It's noisy!" sahut transvestite while ruffled waist towards me, then turned around and helped push the motorbikes again.

"That's what diem! I'm talking to my husband!" yells annoyed.

The transvestite stopped again and looked at me. Then the original sound came out. "Ups! Release," he said while silencing his mouth in a spoiled style. He continued to laugh, but this time his laughter was softened. Success makes me stare.

"Yey halu, huh? Why-I'm so this sweet-tongued wife, dih!" He nodded in disbelief, and it hit me. His eyes skinned every inch of this body.

"If yei ngaku as his aunt or grandmother leaned this sweet, beru eik believe. Don't be confused, dong!" He continued to slap my shoulder. I complained of pain, the leak did not care. My husband kept pushing his bike.

"Hey, my sweet leaning, wait for eik, dooong. Ihhh, how is it left, siiih? Zebelll," cried the transvestite. The last sentence of his tongue sticking out was shaken to the left and right. My eyes are rounded. Gelay's! The transvestite then ran after the Bocil, then pinched the spoiled waist of my husband.

Ouh, tainted is already my husband. Quickly I came running after and forbade the transvestite to stop holding my husband's body. Amusedly see.

"Hey, who doesn't want eik?" sahut the transvestite was spoiled.

"I'm his wife!" my firmness. He giggles cute pretentious.

"Damn, ngaku. The man he was from earlier was just diem, tuh. Not as his wife." The transvestite continued to stick his tongue out at me.

"Why are you, anyway? Angry at me because I was picking at Reno? Da? Kan, you've allowed. I'm not finally going to be the same guy, am I? Now pick with you," my story while balancing the steps with her.

"Sssthhhhhh! It's diem!" I snapped my forefinger to the front of the transvestite's face. When he's engaged and I'm sure he'll talk again.

"What the hell, people want to sneeze is forbidden," he said. I oh-oh shirk. The transvestite sneezed with a thunderous voice. The boy to tiptoe was shocked. My eyes rounded, then pursed my lips holding a laugh that was ready to explode.

"Ups! Let go again" said the transvestite, beating his own mouth many times. I also giggled at last. My husband also held back laughter.

The transvestite slapped my back. No. Accept I'm laughing. He continued to grumble with a gleaming style pushing my husband's motorbike again. Until finally I met the shop as well. We all stopped waiting for the bike to be serviced.

I tried to get Bocil to talk, but he spoke to the transvestite. I'm dicueki. When there was a cendol through, bocil offered the transvestite. I was not offered nor bought. Really nice bum, anyway!

"It's done, Mas, the bike," said the mechanic.

"Oh, have you, Mom?" reply the Bocil. The mechanic nodded, a friendly smile accompanying.

"How much is it, Mom?" ask the Bocil.

"That was changing spark plugs with oil, plus the cost of his services to 200 thousand aja, Mas," replied the mechanic.

"It's very expensive, Mas," complained the Bocil. He pretended to open his wallet, but I knew he didn't have that kind of money.

"Udah, ma'am, let me pay you" I said, extending two hundred thousand to the mechanic.

"Thank you, Ma'am," concluded the mechanic. I replied with a nod and a smile.

When I turned around, the bike was already on the bike and the transvestite was sitting sideways behind him. I was dumbfounded in disbelief. What a ridiculous sight.

"Are you ready?" ask the Bocil. The transvestite nodded, then wrapped his hands around my husband's waist. Success makes my eyes glare.

"Nr ...." I'm not done talking, my husband has put his bike on. Seriously, am I left out? He actually chose to piggyback on the transvestite and leave his wife here?

OKAY, FINE!