MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

A Fresh Day

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

I opened my eyes and found my husband's face looking confused. I rushed into his arms. Continue sobbing there. He was getting more confused, continuing to throw a question while rubbing my head gently. Withdrawal my body away and framed this face. His eyes are looking at me.

"Mimu why? What's up crying? Try stories!"

I'm still sobbing. He was willing to take drinking water. I'm looking around. It turns out it's still in the room. That means, all those horrible stories were just dreams. I let out a little sigh of relief, but then was filled with fear again. Fear that the dream is real. What about my husband? Will he really accept me for who I am?

"Now, drink to calm down!" I flinched from the daydream, then drank the water to the toilet.

He re-embraced my body after putting an empty glass on the table at the side of the bed. "Why are you, anyway? Hmmmm? Why cry?"

"I'm a nightmare." This throat again choked the taste. The dream when the doctor explained that I was barren was recorded clearly in memory.

"What dream? Hmm?" her scatter while framing this face.

I shook my head, unable to tell him. My tears are melting again. He pulled my head and buried it in his arms. I felt him peeking at the top of my head.

"Udah, don't cry anymore. It was just a dream. Don't be told and thought about. Okay!" He framed my face again. Seconds later the lips were smashed. Morning kiss, he said so I could live today.

"Well, that's dong. Smile." The jawed chin, then pinched my gnarled cheek. Then he took me for a jog.

"Tumbens?" chirping.

"We haven't played sports in a long time. Aye, right?"

"Hmm." Assume justification accompanies.

"Yes, there wash your face and keep getting ready. I'm waiting on the porch, yeah." I nodded in agreement.

*****

"Snap. Thirsty plus laper, too," I whined as we rested on the park bench.

"Yes, we immediately find a restaurant, yuk. Get a drink at breakfast!" bring him.

"Kneel!" He also took my hand. We walked out of the park. Looking for a roadside food stall that is already open.

"Good morning, Mom!" greet us to the shop owner.

"Morning. Want to eat, huh?" reply the middle-aged woman of the owner of this stall.

"Yes, Mom." My husband answered. I just nodded in confirming.

"Yes, please sit down! But, the menu is just a few who are ready," explained the woman.

"Yes, no papa, ma'am. We eat food that is ready. What's wrong, ma'am, who's cooking?"

The shop owner's mother answered Bocil's question. When the mother called rendang jengkol, my eyes immediately wide. My husband looked, our eyes met. He raised an eyebrow, I nodded. Two servings of warm rice plus rendang jengkol, that's the menu we ordered.

"Mr, ma'am. My wife is hungry."

"Ready, Mas!"

We sat down to wait for the order to arrive. Seeing my male hair fall apart, these hands are reflexively tidying up.

"Thank you, sweetie."

"Hmm."

"Why?" I asked as I turned away from the camera.

"I'm ugly again. Don't want a photo. No make-up," I whined.

"You are beautiful even if you don't wear make-up. Confident in hell, huh?"

"No. Shame."

"People just to save in the gallery doang not posted on social media, really. Yes, we have ugly faces!" bring him. We also posed ugly faces, then laughed when we saw the results. Funny too.

"This is the food, Mommy. Please!" said the officer at this food stall.

"Thank you, Ma'am," replied my husband and I were compact. The woman younger than the owner of this stall nodded and smiled amiably.

"Yes, what's the drink?" tanyanya. Me and the Bocil compactly mutually lyrics.

"Tea warm only," we replied compactly again. The waiter in front of us just smiled, then nodded and went to make tea for us who were blushing. Eum, maybe I'm the one who blushed.

I nodded while chewing the jengkol rendang. It feels like abis in the mouth. There is a pedes, sweet and savory and chewy jengkolnya. A beautiful blend when combined in the mouth with warm rice. This eye until it blemishes to enjoy the sensation. It breaks in the mouth, slides without getting stuck in the throat, then lands smoothly in the stomach. Yami's.

"Geez, until the straws eat it." I flinched as my male hand rubbed the stray leftovers into the corner of my lips.

"Enak, huh?" I nodded his question.

"Yes, we pesen two more servings, yes, for lunch later," he continued.

I nodded in agreement while holding both thumbs before him. "Jengkol. We'll cook it ourselves."

"okay."

*****

"Are you not ready?" ask after a little afternoon. It happens to be Saturday and the office is off.

"Where are you going?" This forehead is cringing.

"Today I want to see a doctor. Want to start a pregnancy program?"

I'm speechless. Suddenly the heart is beating. Again, the memory of the dream this morning was recorded again. Fear is back to haunt.

"Eum." Sudden worry ambushed. I think I still need some more time. Too much fear is haunting.

"If you are not ready, yes, no papa next time we go to the doctor." It was like he could read my book. I held both my hands tightly. I agreed to postpone to the doctor.

"You don't have to be afraid. With or without children, I will not turn away from you. From the beginning, my intention was to age with you. Even if we are awarded a child, I consider it a bonus. If not, no papa. Being with you is more than enough."

"You are my world, everything to me" he continued, wiping away the tears that melted down these cheeks.

I hugged him tightly. "Thank you for being the best husband for me. I'm sorry if I can't be a good wife to you. I'm sorry, if I still like to insist ...." He pulled my body away from his embrace, then placed an index finger on this lip.

"One thing you should know, I fell in love with you because of that. Because you like to be loud and seem fierce. Behind that, I know and can feel the tenderness of your heart, my wife is loved. So, I like it when you insist. Sometimes even like kangen diethusin with you."

I ambushed her lips. I didn't give him a chance to babble or protest. Until finally we had to shower again. It was late in the day, but I took a shower twice.

"Ahhh, a fresh day," he chirped while drying his hair with a towel. I was just smacking lips, our eyes were lyrically interlocking.