MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Jealous

Singing has become a mistake. Don't know what to do? Confused, nervous, embarrassed to combine into one, stuck in the chest. I sipped coffee made in bocil. The dose is right, according to my taste.

Your presence, like a rainbow, Cil. Makes my days full of color. Life that used to be stiff like a dry canoebo, is now melting. Starting from your ignorant behavior, sometimes a warm and romantic atmosphere is born. But, why am I still afraid to confess my feelings and open my heart. Even though I've seen your sincerity from the way you treat me.

I am afraid ...fear that after opening my heart and confessing my feelings, you feel your purpose has been achieved and your sweet attitude has turned cold on me. I'm afraid I'm gonna lose that character of yours, Cil. Most men are like that, right? When her curiosity is satisfied, sometimes her attitude changes. Because I feel like there's nothing more to fight for.

If it takes too long to give you hope without certainty, I'm afraid too, Cil. Afraid you're hopeless and then turn around.

To be honest, I've started to feel comfortable being by Bocil's side. But it is also haunted by many fears.

My eyes were round as I felt someone frame this face. A kiss landed right on the top of this head.

"Bociiiiil, what are you doing?!" I shouted while pushing him away.

"Yes, I'm all daydreaming. I think it's too late, Ma'am. Oh, or Ma'am stunned huh, just as my fondness is also my sweet voice earlier?"

I grimaced with his true attractiveness.

"The boy was lucky to know, had a husband like me. Yes, yes ...." He leaned his body near me. "I was... was handsome, nice, considerate, romantic, funny, versatile, almost perfect, no, no?"

He continued to raise his eyebrows, then blinked one eye.

"Narcissus!" my lips. He stood up leaving her who was broken.

A few moments later he came into the kitchen. Standing behind me checking the ingredients in the fridge.

"I also feel lucky to have a wife like you. The child in my eyes is almost perfect. Just one minus."

I stood up to him, folded my hands on his chest. "What?!" my sentakku.

"Well, this. Erratic," he slipped and immediately ran away. Back to the middle room. I snorted in annoyance. Then prepare the cooking ingredients.

I heard Bocil is back playing guitar. This time she sang her song Judika called Love Because of Love. Grinding the fur of my romance heard her creepy voice from here. My spirit is also burning. Cooking vegetables and side dishes does not feel tired. Tau-tau is ready to eat all the breakfast menu.

*****

"Cil, the breakfast menu is ready. Breakfast, yuk!"

"Ready, Ma'am Iaaang." He soon arrived at the dining room. Pull up a chair and sit down. We sat face to face, stuck to the dining table.

"Sir, mine feels weird, anyway."

My forehead frowned, the article mine felt like nothing. Salty and savory fit. "How weird, Cil?"

"While anyway. Try to have Ma'am, how does it feel?" He mangap, reflex I evaporated a spoonful of rice complete with kale vegetables and omelet.

"Now try it, mine, Ma'am!" he said while thrusting a spoonful of rice complete with side dishes in front of my mouth. I also devoured it.

"Nothing strange, Cil. It's the same as it feels." He chuckles. Damnit damnit! I just realized, again hit by a betmen trap. Smuggles!

Finish eating I wash dishes. Bocil open the refrigerator to drink cold water. He came closer soon.

"Mbak, slide dong! I'm gonna wash my hands."

"What's the change, Cil? It's just a rinse doang loh."

"Just wash my hands, Ma'am." He's slashing. I also gave him space.

"Sir, that's on top of the fridge what?" I looked in the direction he was pointing. I frowned, there was nothing on the refrigerator.

"What's? Whereabouts? There's nothing either" I said. I flinched as I felt him applying soapy foam to the face. I can't believe what he's doing. I ruffled my waist, glancing towards him. He whines.

"Bab!iil!" Kubalas by sprinkling tap water on his face. He retorted once more, then when I was about to reply again, he ran into the living room. There I heard him stumble.

"I love you, Mbaaak!" his yell.

I love you to, Cil. I can only repay him in my heart. I don't know, the lips suddenly stiff.

*****

Sunday afternoon, Bocil took me for a walk without a definite purpose. After circling around the motor is unclear. Finally stop at a cafe. While waiting for the coffee we ordered to come, suddenly there were five girls approaching.

"Hi, Dafa!" yell at one of the five of them. Greet the Bocil. Bocil immediately stood up, enthusiastically waiting for the five girls closer. Then all was excited, like fans who met idols. Alternate shaman ala kids today. They were also busy talking, I was beaten.

How, sudden sprain and swipe, huh? Also bright. Is this the heat of the room or my heart?

The girl with long hair, pulled a leak out of the cafe. I heard there was something important to talk about. I don't know what to talk about.

"Hi, brother," said one of the four girls who still lives. I reply with a forced smile, "Sister must be Dafa's sister, huh?" continued. I haven't had the time to explain my identity, they've been boisterous taking turns to greet me while mentioning his name one by one.

"I went there first, yes," I told them. He left the four young girls. When I got outside, I saw a leak talking seriously with the girl, in the parking lot. Suddenly I want to kill people.

I left the cafe area. Bring a heart that feels warm. Am I jealous?

"Loh, Ma'am!" call the Bocil, waving, "Where are you going?"

I turned for a moment towards the Bocil who was still standing side by side with his female friend. Continue the steps. Shortly followed.

"Sir, where are you going?"

I didn't answer. Intersection. Continue way.

"Kan, our coffee hasn't been drunk."

"Stuck!"

"Mbak why, anyway?"

I keep going.

"Sir, the bike's still there, you know." It was his hands that blocked this arm. He ran and stood in front of me, stretching out his arms. He walked backwards.

"Mbak why? Wanna gohome? Wait here, yeah! I went back there again to get the bike and pay for the coffee. Okay. Wait a minute!" He then ran back to the cafe. I keep walking.

I looked back, almost 10 minutes had passed, he had not yet seen the trunk of his nose. Maybe it was fun with her girl friend earlier. I hastened my steps. Emotions are mounting. The inn wants to cry and also want to scream.

Bocil finally followed. He aligned the speed of his bike with my pace. Ask me why. I asked to stop and get on the bike. Because I'm obeying. He stopped parking his bike on the side of the road. Then ran after me, and blocked both shoulders. My steps stopped too.

"Hey, why's Mom? It hurt?"

I'm silent. He checked the temperature of this forehead with the back of his hand. Tears just escaped. Even though he tried to be arrested.

"Kok even cry? Mbak why? Don't confuse me, Ma'am?" He looks confused indeed. You know, that guy is insensitive! I sobbed, pecking in front of him. The tears that broke my eyes. Seconds later pulled my body into his arms.

"If I'm wrong, I'm sorry, ma'am" he said. Still hugging me. The rubbing of this head, soft. Her sweet treatment made me sobster. I'm afraid ..fear of losing her. Afraid she turned.

"Bak," she shrieked while loosening her arms. I put my hands to her waist. Close-fitting. He also let go of the grip. I leaned this chin on his shoulder. I shed tears there.

"Well, did you see Panji again?"

Let go of the hug. I wiped the remaining tears that soaked the cheeks with a huff. Staring at him annoyed. Not as jealous as his wife.

"Yes, really, did you meet Panji?" his pedicab.

"Why be Panji, anyway?!" my murmur. Spin around.

"Oh, ho ho ho, I know you! You're jealous, aren't you?" guess it. While staring into my eyes.

"What, anyway? No! Who's jealous," I'm. I take my eyes off. He kept trying to look me in the face.

"God, ngaku. Jealousy right? Yes, kaaan?" the accusation. It was her index cut that led to this face.

"No! I'm not jealous!" I was hoping he was sensitive, but now when he was sensitive, I somehow admit. Perhaps true, the creature named woman was indeed the most complicated.

I flinch as he puts a helmet on this head. When he told me to get on the bike, I nodded. Even when he wrapped this hand to his waist.

"I will take Mbak to a beautiful place" he said before advancing his bike.

A beautiful place?

To where?

I was curious, but I chose silence.