MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

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"If indeed Mimu wants to go to the office, just go. I'm okay, really. If you want to go to the toilet, you can hold the wall. If you want to eat too, already Mimu masakin stay to eat doang."

Even though my husband has said so, I still can't bear to leave him alone. After all, I promised myself to learn to be a better wife for her. "No! I will not be working. I'll let Mr. Broto go on leave until your feet are completely healed."

"How long are you going to work? Even bother yourself later."

"Let's be snatched at the same other officer," I cheered.

"Well, if that's what Mimu wants." There was a happy twinkle in his eyes. I smiled faintly. Then call Mr. Broto and explain everything.

"Oh, yes. I've also heard about the tragedy that befell you, Fa. But, just found out that your husband's leg was shot. Yes, you take a leave of absence until your husband is healed. Take it easy, about your salary and your husband will not be cut, really," said Mr. Broto at length.

"If it has to be cut, it's okay, sir. I'm sincere," I said.

"It won't be cut. That was the final decision from me. It is sustenance from God. I'm just an intermediary."

I just nodded, unable to say anymore. Speechless is equal to Mr. Broto's kindness. I feel like my chest is slacking. Touched.

"Yes, Sir. Again, thank you very much. Happy activities," concluded I, then turn off the phone.

"Why? Mr. Broto is angry, huh?" Bocil looks worried. Maybe because she saw my eyes glazed over and my raucous voice held back the cries.

"Eh, how is it crying?" Bocil rubbed the tears that flowed on the cheeks, "Yes already, if indeed Mr. Broto was angry, you just mengantor. I'm really okay, really."

I'm shaking. "I cried not because I was scolded by Mr. Broto, but because I was touched by the same kindness. He allowed me on leave to take care of you until you recover. Even our salaries will not be cut, he said."

Bocil was silent for a moment. He seems speechless too. "Seriously?" tanyakanya. Ensuring possible. I nodded in confirming. We give thanks at the same time.

"Sir Broto is very nice, yes, the man. Very different from the table," he sneered. I who had originally spooned the rice for her fell silent and glared at her.

"Why? Can't thank his ex for being talked about?" continues sucks.

"Udah deh, I'm talking about the ex. Ntar the edges must be so unpleasant atmosphere. Don't ruin my mood."

He whines. "Yes, sorry. Don't talk about your ex. Eum, what if we're having breakfast talking to my ex?"

I clucked, folded my arms around my chest and turned my lips. He chuckled, then apologized. I pretended to leave the dining room.

"Where are you going? He said he'd take me like a black soybean."

"I'd like to have breakfast at Reno's. You're out of your way," my god.

"Eh, no! Back here, isn't it?" he shouted, "If I don't return I will ...."

"What stuff?" as if turning to face him.

"Bakaaal ... come and ask for food to Reno's house" he chanted. Success makes me laugh. Yeah, sereceh it's my sense of humor. I think he's going to go berserk, right. Continue to burn down Reno's house. Not even want to come.

I went back to the dinner table and got the rice with the side dishes and vegetables. Then I stretched it in front of him. He's unmoved.

"Why? The food's not good, is it?" my many. I took the rice and side dishes for myself. He shook his head in a doldrums.

"Taste you mah, must be delicious. It would only be better if ...."

"If what?" ask me when he doesn't connect his sentences.

"If bribed you."

I let out a rough breath. Kirain what's up. Not that it is doang. Holy hooch!

"Eat yourself. Kan, it's big."

"But, I'm sick again, Mimuuu," his whine spoiled like a child. Bocilnya nature.

"It hurts his legs, Ciiil. Eat them with feet?"

"Yes, it hurts again."

I blew the bangs. "Yes, here I bribe." He sparkles. Finally we ate a plate together and bribed each other.

"No way, look not so," I said as she looked at me, while her mouth was busy chewing.

She shook her head. "Cannot. I can't turn away from Mimu's beauty."

I turned his head in the other direction, but turned back and again looked at my face. I finally resigned. It's up to him to do it. She is the most important happy.

*****

"Eh, what are you doing?" I shouted as he got out of his seat. It just so happened that I just entered the house after sweeping the terrace.

"You go to the toilet. Kebelet peed," he replied.

"Wait first! Don't walk yet!" I put a broom in any place, then ran and wiped it.

"I can be alone, Mamu. I'm okay, all right."

"Can itself be what. It still grimaces that pain."

"Yes, but, if Mimu is like this, the ntar that existed is long healed."

"Even if you insist on making your own way, there is even a long time to heal!" my nag.

"Yes, it's up to Mimu. Now Mamu is out. I'll pee first."

"Godly, usually also tell me to look," my ledek.

"Yes, that's a different dooong. If you want to pee again Mimu see that there will be a different story, nih," sungutut.

I sniggered while walking out. Then close the door. "If you have said, yes! Be careful if you try your own way out. Ntar even keples ...." My words were not finished yet the sound of objects falling in the bathroom. Suddenly I opened the door and found that Bocil was already sitting on the bathroom floor. He grimaces in pain.

"No, kaaan!" I'm trying to get him up, "Why can he fall, anyway?"

"The floor is slippery."

It has not been brushed the bathroom for a long time. When I was taken hostage by the mafia, Bocil was busy looking for me to and fro. After coming home from the hospital yesterday I immediately fussed over the others and took care of the Bocil. Until I could brush the bathroom floor.

"Yes, I'll brush. The plan is to finish some other place just want me to brush. Take a shower," I obviously felt guilty as I pushed my husband back to the front of the television.

"I brushed the bathroom, yeah," I said.

He's blocking my arm. "If you're tired of taking a break."

"Not tired, really. Let him finish his job. Keep on getting you, huh." I framed his face, and then I pinched his two cheeks.

"Okay, if so. Spirit, yes, work." He replied to pinch the second squash of my cheek. Then I kissed my lips and forehead. He said it was ammunition to let me get excited.

*****

"I'm bored here all the time" he whined.

I put a jar of balado-flavored cassava chips on the table. Dipping hand-coated balado seasoning with wet wipes. Then look towards him. "Where to go?"

"Sit on the porch, yuk!"

I nodded at her invitation, then swept her onto the porch. We sat side by side. Talk lightly while looking at various plants in the pot as well as vehicles and people passing on the road in front of the house. Some neighbors stopped by to ask my husband, and some just said 'hopefully get well' from outside the fence.

Soon a red car came. I know whose car it is. True as I thought, seconds later the owner came out in hedon style.

"Well, did you come here?" ketus the Bocil. When the owner of the car just got to the end of the terrace.

"The two of you here want to look at you, woi!"

"Cua don't need you to look. It's not a cure, but it hurts even more if you see!"

"Ah, erah. It's very lu! Caves of expensive food, neh." Reno showed off a paper bag with a picture of cake.

"Don't kid, huh?" asked the boy his voice was weakening.

"Woiya, leaps! The price is expensive. There is a sprinkling of gold the same oreo supreme. Tuh, look!" Reno took out her cake and was properly studded with gold. That's a really expensive cake.

Bocil immediately pulled the cake from Reno's hand. "Make a cave, right?"

"Make us all. Make it eaten together. It's good for you doang. Expensive, neeeh!" Reno took back the cake from Bocil's hand. I could only roll my eyes around and leave them in the kitchen to pick up dishes and spoons.

While we were enjoying the cake, came again a few cars and stopped at the front road of the fence. It turned out that an office friend was coming. The house is also getting boisterous. One more car came, apparently Mr. Broto and his wife came to see my husband. I'm more and more moved by the kindness of my boss.

"Let's go in, sir, Mom!" Mr. Broto and his wife refused to enter the living room. The two joined sitting on the terrace. Reno took a seat from the inside for Mr. Broto and his wife. Everyone talks on the porch.

Suddenly a woman ran through the fence and the courtyard. Stomach distended. Looks like she's pregnant. The woman immediately hugged my husband and whined to hold him accountable for the child he contained. All were silent. Shock. Especially me.