MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Stalker

                                         

After taking a shower, I headed straight for the room with a feeling of unwelcome. Obviously, the heart is not okay. Arriving at the door, this heart suddenly hesitated when it was about to enter. Hands back and forth holding the door. I took a deep breath, then ventured to open the door. I breathed a sigh of relief when I found my husband sitting on the bed with his back and head resting on the head of the bed.

"Faith," lirihku. Then change clothes and do not forget to make thin puffs. Then grab a comb ready to comb the hair. These eyes widened when suddenly a hand blocked my arm. I also combed my hair.

"Let me comb it" he asked. I smile. Our eyes met in the mirror. He then combed this hair with love and tenderness.

Finished combing this hair, put the comb on the dressing table. His hands rest on both of my shoulders. His face to the left of my cheek, his eyes looking at me from the reflection of the mirror. "Beautiful," he praised.

"Whose wife was it, dong?" sahutku. We also exchanged lyrics while smiling.

"Her wife Dafa handsome guy maximum universal valid no debit!"

I rolled my eyeballs. "The narcissistic disease is crumbling again" I said. He chuckled, then peeked at this cheek.

"Kan, Mimu is beautiful. It's time ...." His words were interrupted by the sound of my stomach rumbling. I grinned, and gave thanks in my heart. It seems like this afternoon I will be saved from a brutal attack and sure enough he invited me to the dining room to eat romantic together. Yes, even if only eating at home, but the atmosphere is made as romantic as possible by my husband. I'm treated like a queen, not a babu. And it succeeds in making my eyes tear up.              

"Thank you, yes," I said, hugging her from behind as she was about to wash the dishes in the sink. My man took off my hand that was still around his waist, and then he turned around and now we stood face to face.

"Thank you for what?"

"For everything. Thank you for loving me wholeheartedly, treating me lovingly."

"But, remember! It's not free, miss. There's a price you have to pay" he said and continued to blink flirtatious eyes.

"Ah, start again" I murmured.

"Joking, Ayang." He's poking the tip of this nose. Of course, the foam attached to his hands moved to the tip of this nose.

"I've made up, you know, Ay," I said.

"Sorry," he said, wiping the foam on the tip of his nose with his arm, "If Mimu is tired, just rest."

I'm shaking. "I want to help my husband wash the dishes first."

"No need. Just a little of this. Get some rest. It's up to you to relax in the middle room. There!"

"Well, if that's it. I'm going to sleep, yeah. Sleepy," pamitku. After my man nodded, I walked out of the kitchen, but came back again.

"Why?" ask her as I stand next to her who is wiping her hands.

"Something's missing" I said. He also dyed to make sure what items were left behind. He turned to the dining table, then to the side of the sink.

"What's missing?"

"My husband!" myrag. Then pulled his arm running into the room, and when he got to the room I pushed his body until he was lying on the bed.

"Says cap ...." I didn't give him a chance to babble.

*****

"Safa, you're called Mr. Broto! Asked to his room" said Ulfa, who had just returned after submitting a number of files to the chief director.

"Well?!" I'm flabbergasted, "What's up, huh?"

Ulfa raised her shoulders. I get out of the chair. "But, Ms. Mona and Mr. Jaka were also called. Maybe it has something to do with your job out of town yesterday."

My feelings are starting to get restless. There should be no mistake. I swung a step towards Mr. Broto's room with an erratic heart palpitating.

"Why, Yang?"

I was struck by a voice that suddenly appeared behind me. I turned around and found my man with a face of a flood of sweat. I approached and rubbed his forehead with my bare hands, not carrying a tissue.

"I can lap myself, Ayang." He grabbed my hand that was soaked in sweat and rubbed onto his shirt. "When you go to the boss' room, Mimu's hands smell like my sweat, right, not funny." I only responded to her babble with a fleeting smile.

"You why? Looks really jumpy?" tanyanya.

"I was called the same Mr. Broto ...."

"Yes, go in! Why is it still here?" as usual.

"Fear why?"

"Fear, this possibility has something to do with my work out of town yesterday. I'm afraid I made a mistake and Mr. Broto was disappointed or wanted to fire me."

"Don't think over first. It's in there. I'm sure, really, surely Mimu and the others' work was a success. Maybe Mr. Broto just wanted to say something."

I still flinch dropping glances at the clean white tiles underfoot. My man took another step forward. Our position is very close now. I stare at his face.

"Listen, no matter what happens, Mimu don't have to be afraid. There's me, your husband who's always by your side. Okay." Okay." He framed this face, "Not to be afraid of being scolded by Mr. Broto. Just relax, if he dares to scold my wife is love, then I will be angry back."

I smiled amusedly hearing her words just now. "Dare people?" shirihku. His hand that framed this face loosened, then slipped off. He clenched his lips, then shook his head. I woke up, and we laughed together. Before we finally separated. I went into Mr. Broto's room and he continued to struggle with his work. It was as if I had gained strength and courage after meeting my husband. The anxiety that had colonized this heart faded already. Apparently, Mr. Broto called me, Ms. Mona and Mr. Jaka wanted to say 'thank you' doang.

Mr. Broto greatly appreciated the performance of the three of us. He said, thanks to the three of us a big project was won by this company. Not only that, Mr. Broto also invited the three of us to dinner at a famous restaurant in the city.

"Yes, the three of you can bring their respective partners," added Mr. Broto. The three of us looked at each other and then said 'thank you' simultaneously.

"For those who already have children, can bring their children too," he continued. Ms. Mona and Mr. Jaka again said 'thank you.'

Out of Mr. Broto's room, I immediately looked for my husband's whereabouts. I can't wait to tell you this good news.

"No, what did I say. I'm really, really sure that Mr. Broto's choice was not wrong" he said after I told him everything.

"Why is that sure?"

"Because for sure Mr. Broto was not chosen. Must have observed and weighed the potential and performance of the prospective target first before finally deciding to send Mimu with Bu Monas and Pak Perjaka, that."

Patted his shoulder. After he's naughty, likes to change people's names at will. He complained, then asked for taxes.

"What tax?" many confused.

"Kan, Mamu already got the praise, from Mr. Broto." I replied with a murmur, "Well, now Mimu must pay the success tax to your husband, because right, your success is thanks to my blessing as well."

"Okay, uh, what's the success tax, huh?" my challenge. He pointed at her cheek.

My forehead winches. "What's? Kiss?" He nodded, "Good shit! We're still in the office. Later if it's at home. Ah, back to work!"

"Geez!" he shouted while pointing to my left, I also reflexively turned to the direction he pointed.

"People's apaan does not ...." I continued to gape as a warm kiss landed on this cheek. After landing a kiss, she runs off with her cleaning caddy. I can only shake my head with a smile.

*****

"Well, why, motor?" ask me when the speed of the motor falters.

"The smell will go, nih," he replied, and sure enough, seconds later the motor completely stopped. When my man tried to revive the motor by starting and being hugged, the motor only roared for a moment and then died again.

"Oh, forget to bring any more tools," he murmured. He continued to scratch his head.

"I brought it to the workshop first, yes, the bike." He pointed to the motorbike workshop across the street, "So of course, this is the motorbike later tonight we want to use to meet Mr. Broto's dinner invitation."

I nodded in agreement. "I go home first, yes," I said.

"Mimu sure?"

I nodded confidently. "Live this deck" I said. We're at the end of the alley. Range of two hundred meters to the house. There is no harm in walking all afternoon sports.

"Yes, ati-ati." I nodded, and we separated. He crossed the street and I stepped into the alley.

While crossing the patrol post and there was a man sitting there, I nodded politely while commenting on the smile. The man returned my smile.

"Come!" my broom, the man nodded. I continued my steps after saying hello.

I slow down when I feel like someone is following. I looked back and it turned out to be the guy at the patrol station. As I walked, the man walked along the road. When I stopped, he also stopped a few meters behind me.

I was horrified and chose to speed things up. The man did the same. He quickened his pace as well as being afraid of losing track of me. Arriving in front of the house, I hurriedly opened the fence and entered the house, not forgetting to close the door tightly. I peeked out from the gap of the curtains I opened a little. The man stopped in front of the fence, wailing around observing this house. Long enough he stood in front of the fence there. I don't know what's on his mind. It is clear that it is very suspicious.