MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Camping

We even took ten days off. During that time, we were really quality time. Passing every second together. If he complains of boredom at home, I tell him to take a walk to the park at the end of the alley. We enjoyed the meatballs or ice cream there. Sometimes accidentally met Reno. I don't know if he was stalking intentionally.

After ten days of leave, my husband today is determined to go to work. He was already able to walk even though he was still a bit limp. The stitching wound had also dried up, but I was still worried about his condition. Just can't do much, he's too clueless and won't listen to my advice.

We finally left for work, but took public transportation. Not driving a motorbike. I'm still afraid of being driven on a motorcycle. His feet are not strong yet.

In the amber, our hands were constantly linked all the way. Even until we entered the office area, our hands were still adrift as if there was only glue. Bocil does not want to let go, even though people who look at the throbbing tease.

"Just ignore those discordant voices, honey," she said as I complained in embarrassment, "Some, we are, we are legitimate."

"Either that. Impressed tacky, tauk!" my murmur.

"Kok tacky, anyway? This romantic, tuh." He continued to kiss the back of my hand. I'm getting blushed.

"Here's a lot of jomlo, woi!" shouted one of the officers.

"Grand, you!" bocil's nagging fools. He even became more by peeling the back of my hand repeatedly in front of the employee who claimed to still be single. I'm just chuckling in shame, but I like digininin.

"Safa, Dafa!"

Hearing the baritone's voice calling from behind, we turned around and stopped. Waiting for Mr. Broto to approach. When I asked for my hand to be removed, she refused.

"Well, why, anyway?" ogre.

"Shame," whine. He did not care and still held my hand even though Mr. Broto was in front.

"You're crossing, in a mouthful," seduced Mr. Broto. I blushed, my husband chuckled while still holding my hand.

"Fear taken, sir," he replied. I automatically glanced at him while smiling.

Mr. Broto muttered while mangosteen. "Yes, are your legs strong when taken to work? How did you go to work?"

"It's okay, sir. Aman," he replied excitedly, "Partially bored too, sir, if at home continues. Not good either, the cut time is over."

"Yes, that's okay. I did, said yesterday so that you take a leave of absence until you are completely healed. Don't forget to be sick if you still are."

"Safe, sir. It can be brought to work, really." Bocil remains chuckle.

"Yes, if so. But, if tired of rest, yes. Don't get suspended!"

"Ready, sir."

"Surely, sir."

Mr. Broto nodded, then went into his room. I drove my husband to his tool storage room. "Remember said Mr. Broto earlier, if tired of rest, yes. I don't want you to be sick anymore" I said before going to work.

"Cieee, that much love and bucinnya yes, same me?"

I let out a rough sigh, turned the ball around and turned around ready to leave. He complained, I reflexed back again and immediately held both sides of his shoulder. "Why? What's that sick?" I panicked, he put on an expression of pain. When I looked at her feet, she was peeping this cheek. Argha! Betmen's trap. The bocil laughed triumphantly as I grumbled.

*****

"I'm hers, why did the Danira choose you. There were a lot of men there at the time?" yanyan said when we were several employees both from OB and staff were having lunch together.

"People with stress know that my level of fondness is beyond doubt" said my husband in his style. A few pairs of nauseous expressions, some were sighing violently. I rolled my eyeballs.

"What did the cave say. There should be no need to discuss this issue anymore. Make her proclamation soar," said Tejo, my husband's professional friend.

"Well, gua mah won handsomely," he said confidently, "Well, honey?" Our eyes meet. Seconds later he blinked one of his eyes. I coughed because of it.

"Now, have a drink." She held out a glass of water to my lips.

"Well, the proof is that my wife was choking because she was stunned by my joy." He continued with his appeal. Her friends are starting to get better, I guess.

"Darling, try it, I'm really good at fish." He held out a spoonful of rice complete with his side dishes. I reflexively accepted that bribe. Because lately we often do this scene at home.

"Dissolve! It's suddenly hot here!" yanyan said as he moved. Others were compact to move to another table because they could not see our affection. It was just a bribe!

*****

Mr. Broto's weekend invited us all to camp in a protected forest area. From OB to officers. The condition of the Bocil's legs has improved greatly, so there is no harm in following. He was very enthusiastic to participate anyway.

"Sorry, Sir. I can't go, because there's a plan with the family." One of the officers spoke. Followed by several other employees who also raised their voices could not come because there was an event of their own. Until the day of departure, which comes only a little. In addition to many family events, there are also those who are sick and cannot follow.

Arrive at the campground. We set up our own tents. Who have married, live one tent with each other's partners. While the unpaired, which women live one tent with each other. The men are also with fellow men some people become one tent. Depending on the capacity of the tent how many people. For tents and other equipment, we rent in this place. Surely Mr. Broto's the one who snuffed it all. We just take care.

This event is in commemoration of Mr. Broto's umpteenth wedding day. After we finished setting up the tent, we split the task. Some take water to cook and make coffee. There are also those who are looking for firewood to cook at once for the campfire tonight. My husband and I are looking for firewood. We went into the forest with the others.

When I was busy bending over to pick up a dry wooden twig, suddenly the atmosphere was suddenly silent. The people who were noisy no longer heard his voice. I stood up and looked around. Loh, where are the people going?