MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

House Board

"Darling! Why is the door locked!"

Ah, yes. I forgot about the door that I had deliberately locked, because I was so afraid of the stranger.

"Open!" shouted again. Success makes me flinch from daydreams. So hurry to open the door.

"Why locked everything, anyway?" tanyakanya.

"Eum, that was ...." My words were cut off by the ringing of his phone. He was busy getting calls, which I assumed from Mother Panti. It seems that at the Panti there will be an event if from the conversation my husband who is willing to come tomorrow.

"What's wrong?" I asked after he put the phone back in his pants pocket.

"Tomorrow we're invited to the parlour. There will be a tasyakuran event there. There is a circumcision at once a marriage," he explained. I'm nodding.

"Well, I took a shower, yeah. The body feels so sticky. The smell of oil too," he continued.

"Yes. Yeah, take a shower. If you want to use warm water, I've prepared."

"Thank you, my wife is lovable." His hand reached into this chin, then passed. I turned around and found the door still open. I hurried to close and lock. Horrified that the man had come again. He fears having evil intentions. It can't be suuzan, but there's no harm, right, watch out. Quickly I ran to the living room and sat sweetly while enjoying the ongoing soap opera. Every now and then I turn to the living room to make sure everything is safe.

After the shower, my husband went to bed. Capek said. Apparently, from his narrowed eyes resist sleepiness and fatigue. Actually I was afraid, but I did not have the heart to forbid him to sleep.

"What time is dinner?" ask before entering the room.

"Eight nights."

"Yes, I woke up at seven o'clock, yeah!" I nodded at her door. Seconds later he disappeared behind the closed door. I was horrified in the living room alone. I turned off the television and ran after him to the room. I want to sleep, but I can't. I decided to check the files that were supposed to be my job tomorrow inside the laptop. So that tomorrow will be lighter work. Tired of checking files, I play mobile. View funny content in a video collection app.

Just felt a little comforted and momentarily forgot the fear that had been haunting since this afternoon. Now, my fear returns when someone knocks on the door. Wake up husband, no heart. You see, he just slept and his pules again. Want to check in front of who is visiting the Magrib like this, afraid. Ignore it, huh?

I tried to ignore it, but the door knocker didn't give up either. Still knocking without greeting. It makes me parno.

Not long after a message came in. I opened the green app and it turned out to be a chat from Reno.

[Where are you guys going, anyway? Why do I knock on the door, no one?]

Ah, dammit! Reno. It is appropriate not to say hello. I stepped out of the room, past the living room, then the living room. When going to open the door suddenly doubt and fear ambush. I make sure first by exposing the curtains a little to make sure the guest is right Reno or not. I heaved a sigh of relief, it turned out to be Reno.

"Whenever you come here at this hour?" todongku after the door opens.

"Yes, the guest told me to go in and sit down first, cake. It's a direct interrogation, '" he said.

"No one's in and out! My husband's sleeping. Just sit there." I pointed at the terrace chair. Reno nodded and sat down. I also sat on the other seat that was blocked by a small round table.

"Why did you come here?"

"Your question is not good. The impression I'm here only if there's a wish," he replied melow.

"Baperan very sik, asked that so doang. Why lu? Another PMS?"

I heard him take a long breath. "I'm sprained, here."

"Yes, why kelp?"

"For home. Sama ortu asked 'when to marry' grandiose."

"Yes, anyway, just look for girls continue to marry. Beret."

"The problem isn't that simple, baby."

I felt disgusted to hear him call me that.

"Estrictly easy. It's just a complicated team. Which woman is your type, anyway? Who knows I can help you make a soul mate."

"That's what I think you are."

I rolled my eyeballs. "Yes, I'll get out of here a thousand duplicates first."

"I want to wait for your jandamu."

I glanced at him. "Pull your words just now!" I really didn't like what he said.

"Yes, sorry. Kidding," error.

"Sorry, Fa. I doain deh, may your relationship with that snot boy last."

"Don't, let's hear you go home! I'm going to go too."

"Where to go?"

"No need to go, huh. It's pu ...." My words paused when these eyes hit the figure of the man I was afraid of earlier was passing in the street in front of the house. I clasped Reno's hand tightly as the man slowed his pace and turned his head here. His gaze was very unfriendly. It was so different from last night that it looked friendly. I sighed after the strange man finally left as well.

"Why are you, anyway?"

I flinched and hurried to release my grip. Then shake. "No papa. I'm home!"

Reno's forehead frowned. His eyes full of search. "Are you sure you're not papa?"

"Yes. Aman."

"But you're scared. What the hell is it, actually?"

"Eum ...." No! I can't tell Reno. The first person who should know about my problem is just my husband. Let me tell him first. "No need to be smart and pretentious. I'm home!"

I went and left him on the porch alone. Reno is also moving. Just as I was about to close the door, he parted, then stepped off the porch. Towards his car parked in front of the fence. Go home.

I quickly closed the door and locked it, then returned to the room. It's coming soon to Isya's time. I woke my husband up slowly so he wouldn't be surprised to get ready to meet the dinner invitation.

"Hmmm." He muttered, gnawed, then opened his eyes, "Udah malem, huh?"

"Yes, wake! Be prepared!" He answered with a murmur, but instead brushed again.

"It's so sleepy, huh?" Again, he nodded with a murmur.

"Yes, take a shower or at least wash your face!" He muttered again, then headed for the bathroom with his eyes still cracking to withstand the overwhelming sleepiness like it.

I chose to change my clothes and make a thin preening. Not long after, he came back from the bathroom. His head was wet as if it had been washed out by water. Maybe that's how he drives away that whacky drowsiness.

"Where?"

"Where's what?" he asked back while wiping the towel behind the door, then he used it to dry his hair.

"Well, is that belom?"

"Pay. Ready to eat good," he said while busy drying his hair with a towel earlier.

*****

Dinner is a solemn walk. A warm conversation accompanies. When I, Ms. Mona and Mr. Jaka were talking about work, my husband was playing with his four-year-old daughter, Ms. Mona. He is so easily familiar with children. And it makes me feel bad. I call because until this moment has not given birth to the fruit of our love. Maybe, it's good I immediately strengthen mentally to follow the pregnancy program.

I gasped from the daydream when a hand touched this soft arm. "Kok daydreaming? Why?" ask man. I spread my eyes around. Apparently everyone's eyes are on me. I shook my head clumsily.

"It looks like Ms. Safa is having a lot of thoughts," guessed Mr. Jaka.

Quickly I shook my head. "No, sir. I just feel a little tired today" I said.

"Oh, yes, if so let's break up this dinner. After all, it's done too and there's nothing else to talk about" said Mr. Broto.

To be honest, I feel bad. Because of what I said, this dinner ended sooner. After saying thank you and farewell greetings, all disbanded. Now, live my husband and I who are still in the parking lot.

"What exactly are you?" asked my man while holding both sides of this shoulder, "I'm sure there must be something else that Mimu was thinking about, right? It's not possible because you're tired" he guessed.

"I'm really just tired. Ah, we're home, yuk!" He nodded, not forcing me to tell the story. So put a helmet on this head and we went home.

****

For even a week, the stranger monitored the house. I'm getting used to it, not afraid anymore. I told that to my husband too. In fact, the Bocil had once reprimanded him, but the man who claimed to be named Toni said he said this house reminded him of someone he loved very much. That'sallthatis. And Toni lives in a house at the end of an alley, the border between this dense housing and the elite housing Reno lives in.

My husband said, as long as Toni is not being rude or endangering my safety, then let her be. I agree, anyway, all this time Toni just just look at me from a distance or just glance at me with her head slightly bowed when passing or just observe this house carefully from the front of the fence. And when I said hello, he also replied, although it seemed cold and flat.

*****

I nodded, blinked, then opened my eyes. Slowly my eyes were blurry, the longer it became clear. I spread my eyes around. Walls of dull boards and partially eaten beetles surround this room. I tried to get up from a cot that was also made of boards, but was held back, because it turned out that my hands and feet were tied to the wooden poles in the corner of the bed. I started to panic. Where am I?