MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Until Here

I was forced to ride an online motorcycle, because Bocil really left me. He did not return as I expected. It sucks!

I didn't expect him to be this angry. In fact, my intention was only to test his love. I just want to know how she reacted when I chose Reno. That'sallthatis.

"Why stop, sir?" ask the driver.

"It's over, Ma'am."

"Well?!" I'm observing around. It turned out to be true, it had arrived in front of the fence. Quickly I got down, took off the helmet, then gave it to the driver of the motorcycle.

"Thank you, sir. I paid for it through the app, yeah."

"Oh, yes, Ma'am. Return love. Don't forget the star" the father replied while hooking the helmet. I nodded, then immediately gave him five stars. The driver nodded politely, then left.

I looked in the front yard. Still quiet. The motorbike of the Bocil has not been seen. Oh, my God, where is he? Time yes, he cheated on the transvestite. Argha! Nah!

I took a long breath. Opening the fence, then stepping lethargic to the terrace opened the door that was still locked. My feelings are very uncomfortable. Thinking about what my husband did with the transvestite. Ck!

Quickly I put the sling bag into the room. Clean all the rooms so that when he comes, the house is clean and comfortable. Check the refrigerator. There are still some foods I can eat. I also began cooking Bocil's favorite food in the hope that he would be reduced and accept my apology later.

I started to get nervous when all the cooking was on the dinner table, but my husband didn't come home yet. Bad thoughts start to haunt again. I shook my head and tried to think positively.

I waited for Bocil's return while cleaning the front yard. Every now and then I go out the fence, look over there and over here hoping she'll come soon. However, until my work is done, my husband has not yet seen the trunk of his nose.

I also decided to take a shower and make a shower. To welcome the return of my beloved husband. The house is neat, even with my appearance. But what we are waiting for has not yet come. I'm getting riled up. I don't know how many times it has paced from the living room to the living room to bring the curtains peeking out.

I tried the phone, but it didn't pick up when I connected. I tried to chat him. Never reply, not even read. Why is he so annoying today? Has he started to reveal his true nature? Is he getting tired of facing my sometimes even childish attitude.

I should have made her more mature, but why am I the child now? It is often like a reverse world. He sometimes acts much more mature than his age. I am .. ah!

I flinched from the daydream when I heard the sound of a motor entering the front yard. I turned off the television. Tidying up hair and clothes. He rushed forward to see who was coming.

Coinciding as I opened the door from the inside, the Bocil pushed on from the outside. My head is the door leaf. Of course I complained while holding my forehead. I hope to attract my husband's attention. However, he was careless and immediately gawked into the room putting a backpack containing our clothes. I caught up with him, just as I was about to get into the room, the Bocil came out and went straight to the bathroom.

I waited for him at the bathroom door. After a few minutes, he finally came out. Quickly I blocked his steps by stretching out my hands. However, he broke through under the hand. He left me. Without entering the room.

As I was about to enter the room, he closed the door. For the second time, my forehead was almost bent. I tried to turn the hendel to open the door, but it seemed to be locked from the inside. Exorbitant!

"I'm sorry. Dong, take it. Please! Not too excited if you go to Gini. Sorry, yes. Please!" He still does not answer. Silent. I don't know what he's doing in there.

I leaned against the door leaf and folded my hands on my chest. Cobalt. It felt like yelling, but fear even made him more upset. So you can only take long breaths repeatedly to dampen the emotions that control the heart.

"Oh yeah!" I screamed, as he suddenly opened the door. I was almost stranded too. He caught my body into his arms. Our eyes meet. He allowed my position to stand straight again. Then pass to the middle room.

I followed him sitting next to him. As I moved closer and closer, he shifted away. Until finally he was not stuck in the corner of the sofa.

"I'm sorry" I asked, holding her hand. He let go of my grasp. His eyes focused on the television screen. His chin and I put him in the face, he tried to take his eyes off, but I held back.

"I'm sorry. Sorry, yes. I'm making your favorite food. Eat, yuk!" I tried to seduce, not forgetting to blink one eye. Put on a sensual expression. He's still tight-lipped.

Let go of my hand on his chin, and he stood up and went to the terrace. I think this heart is amazing. But I can't give up. I should be able to get an apology from him. Any way.

After making Bocil's favorite coffee. I followed him to the terrace and brought a cup of coffee to the table next to him. Don't forget I let him drink.

I chose to leave him in. Leave it alone first. Because it's free, I'm talking also not chiming. I flicked the curtains a little, made sure he drank my coffee or not. Turns out it's still intact hasn't been wiped a little stuff. It feels more and more tight this chest.

I stopped closing the curtains when the Bocil's phone clanked. A chat came in. Quickly he checked and read it. He smiled after reading the message. While the chat from me is still ignored by him.

I closed the curtains. Then go to the room to break down the body. My tears also shed in the end. Grief and regret crammed into this chest. If I could, I'd like to turn the clock on and I'd erase the scene when I pick Reno's car.

Argha! I hate this situation. I want to get through this shitty phase soon.

*****

I was awakened by the noise outside. I don't know how long I've been asleep. I sat down, then straightened my hair and cleaned the corners of my eyes. Then get off the bed and get out to make sure whose voice it is. There was the sound of the Bocil and a woman talking interspersed with crisp laughter from the terrace. I stepped forward while enduring the tightness in the chest.

I just got to the doorway and wanted to ask who he was. Bocil has moved, then took the beautiful young woman away. Not only that, my husband also put a helmet on the woman's head. I flinch at the stifling sight of that chest. A second later he actually left me without a word.

Will this be the beginning of the destruction of our home?

Did it just get here my story and my booty husband?