My husband's a grown man

chapter 2

The luxurious black car, was running slowly as it approached the red light in front of it. The man behind the wheel stepped on the brakes suddenly, when a matic biker broke through the middle of another rider.

"Damn!" Umpat a handsome-looking man with a heavy voice that is so firm.

Almost touching the steering wheel of the car, lucky the man was able to hold his head.

The man honked his car horn loudly and repeatedly, causing a commotion in the red light area.

Lucky red light state still looks free, so it does not cause traffic jams.

While the girl who was behind the back seat, jumped in shock. Hearing the sound of the horn, quickly the cute-faced girl got up with a still circling view.

The girl looked the environment, felt the movement in the car, she turned her head out and looked around also moving and moving.

The girl narrowed her eyes to see what she saw, but her eyes were still twitching.

Amy hit her head slowly and rubbed both of her eyelids and she kept seeing the surroundings move and she also felt her body shake.

"What's going on in the earthquake?" Ask slowly and now he looks into the car with a swirling view.

He scrunched his eyes, when he saw the hair in front of him that was quite long and brown.

Amy closed her eyes and looked at the hair right in front of her.

Now he saw a burly hand in the car, a hand that had fine signs also visible veins of his hand.

The girl was so dazed, she seemed to be astonished. And did not realize that he was far from the area where he lived.

The girl who was still staggering, moving to peek behind the steering wheel, the girl could see the figure of a man with a sharp nose.

"That's a nose, really sharp, yeah?" The girl's great-grandson, who was unconscious.

Out of curiosity, he turned his head perfectly forward, successfully making the man who was driving stop suddenly.

Once again the man stopped at the red light by pressing the brake suddenly, making a loud noise. The riders around him were astonished.

"God, what a saucy!" Amy exclaimed in excitement as she looked at the face of the man in front of her.

Of course the man in the car was surprised, when he saw the figure of a tiny girl in his car.

The two men's eyes were wide open with shocked faces, he turned his head towards the car door and his head was hit on the car glass.

"You're who!" Screeched the man who was still surprised by the strange speech of the bule man, according to the hearing of — Amy.

Amy was silent, while continuing to look seriously at the face of a man who was so handsome, even though there were wrinkles in certain parts, the adult man was so beautiful.

"Sir, not here?" The cheerful girl was also careless, moving to the front seat.

The man could only gawk, looking at a petite girl who in his view was not much different from an elementary school child.

His forehead seemed to fold, looking at the girl beside him, the man was thinking so hard, where did this girl come from.

"God willing, Mr. Mr. so handsome. I'm like seeing Cristiano Ronaldo's people" Amy joked.

The girl was so stunned by the handsome face of the man beside her.

"What it says, baba. If sustenance will not run away," the girl again said slowly. His gaze was still fixed on the handsome man next to him.

"Oh my God, I'm so lucky today. I retract the words of I who regretted joining the brawl." The girl continued, her eyes flickering at the face of the man who had been silent since then with a gawking face.

"Sir, although a little wrinkled in the face, but why is it so pleasant to see? Unlike the baba, whose gray hair was so stiff, like a wall in our house that was cracked." Amy chirps that seemed to be confiding, the girl forgot the figure of the man who was with her was a stranger who had just met.

But Amy is unique, has made a familiar atmosphere, which successfully makes the stranger silent with a face that looks so confused.

"Father Mr.'s eyes, they're blue well, well, that's beautiful, I look like I see stars in the blue sky." Amy chatted again, and this time she screamed.

Do not ask the face of the man, who is so astonished. Just this time he saw a bar-bar girl in the country who was only 1 year old he was in to settle down temporarily.

"Oh my eyes, can't lie that Mr. Mr. is so handsome, let alone this crack. Akh ... What dream I had last night, can see the people of my dreams." Amy's cry was hysterical, while holding the man's face that could only gawk.

Amy's voice rang out of the car, making the riders reflexively stare at the man's luxury car.

Their eyes looked alert and suspicious. Wanting to look inside, but in vain, because they could not see anything.

The riders nodded and tried to think positively, the road started to jam, until the car remained in place.

"Deliver!" Said the grown man, releasing Amy's tiny hand from his face.

Amy only showed an ordinary face, but her lips pursed towards the man.

"Newly also praised, horned," said Amy softly.

"Hey, little girl. You who?" The man wearing a neat black shirt began to look sharply at Amy and interrogate Amy with the Indonesian language is still convoluted typical bule.

Amy heard that being confused, she scratched her hair and looked at the bule man beside her.

"Mr, what did you say? How to say it's like her tongue in that squeeze" said Amy.

The bule man became confused, he repeated his question to the little girl beside him.

"Hey, little girl, who are you?" The stranger repeated, this time talking quietly.

Amy is just oh ria with her tiny mouth in the shape of an o.

"I'm not a little girl, Mr. Mr. I'm 18 years old in less than 1 month, that means soon I'll have a birthday." Amy answered the man's question with a beaming face.

The stranger could only stare at Amy confused and not yet understand what Amy was saying.

Not wanting to get dizzy with the little girl beside him, the foreign man again asked.

But just wanted to say something by putting on his fierce face, his words hanging, when he heard Amy speak again.

"If Mr. Mr. wants to know who I am, well, I'll tell you, "soon Amy, don't give the stranger a word.

"My name, Mandalika Mahendra, is commonly called Amy. I don't know why my mom and dad named Mandalika. Though it's a boy's name, said mother, fitting me in the stomach, the shape of a sparrow, is .. pas I came out the same mother was shocked, how come out the shape of a snail? Not a sparrow? Be, the name that has been prepared mother and baba forced to use to me, he said he did not have time to find a name again." Amy who explains the events of post-natal also the origin of her name that is suitable for boys, to men who have just been with her and do not know each other.

Without the girl noticing, the handsome face of the man next to her, could only gape at her words which she did not understand at all.

"Get out!" Pinta the man with the typical speech of a bule man, who is slightly slurred.

Hearing that, Amy looked at the confused bule man. Trying to understand the man's words.

"Get out of my car!" Sent the man with a nagging look and remark to the gas.

Amy was surprised by the intonation to the man's gas bule.

But Amy was not afraid, she showed a confused face.

"Mr, what's the talk? Kelual dali mobilcu?" The girl imitated the man's words.

"Oh Allah, the elders are making lisp," said Amy, saying slurred words and the girl laughing.

The bule man, again could only be dumbfounded. He was so frustrated with the little girl beside him.

"Mr Mr!" Amy said, after stopping laughing.

"No, it's casual, it's lu-a-rrrr," the girl explained, spelling out the words so the bule could follow.

"No, dali. But, da-rrrii," he explained again.

"And ... my mo-bil, not my cu" continued the girl, who had suddenly become a paud teacher, who taught a child to speak.

"Sir, if you talk not to the gas as well, and the mention of his R should vibrate, so I can understand what Mr. talking about?"

The Caucasian man named, Alexander William Mahesa, again can only be silent with a gawking face with the attitude of a petite bar-bar girl beside him.

"Father Mr, talk like a movie that my mother and baba watch, uh .. where does that Pitung go." Amy again continued her speech while imitating the words of the Dutch man she used to watch with her parents.

Don't ask the face of the bule man beside him, who can't speak anymore.

mr. Mr. although wrinkled, but good at sight, said Amy.