My wife's a High School Boy
Episode 04 Risa wants to find out about loneliness.
CHAPTER 04.
***My Wife High School Boy.***
"If your husband likes her the same model as aunty, then you should also be able to be what your husband wants..."
"What does aunt mean?" risa is confused.
"From now on you have to change yourself" said Aunt Melda then tied Risa's long hair.
"Your husband may not like tomboyish girls... So take off all the piercings you wear, all without exception."
Risa nodded, looked at Aunt Melda from the mirror in front of her and began to release piercings on both her ears that she had always covered with her hair.
"That's the same thing on the nose on the tongue yet" said Aunt Melda.
After Risa let go of her actions, aunt Melda put on makeup Risa to make it look fresher and not kuel.
"Aunty really is a big man? I became a auntie kayak later." said Risa noticed aunt Melda putting on her face.
"That's what your husband wants."tante Melda relaxed.
"You're so pretty you know that dance and like gini... From today, you can no longer wear jeans. You have to wear a dress continuously, so that your husband can not turn from you to another woman" said aunt Melda with a big smile.
"You also have to smile a lot to let your husband melt later." continued Aunt Melda.
"Tante thinks my husband is an eckrim" said Risa.
"Duhh come, we should go shopping for your needs" said aunt Melda.
"What?"
"Yes buy a dress for you, anyway you should not wear trousers and t-shirts again." uca aunt Melda then invite Risa shopping a lot of dresses.
"This aunt is mostly" said Risa.
"No Risa, you should often shop for dresses from now on don't trousers just."
"So much aunt deh." said Risa resignedly received a lot of dresses.
*** My wife is a high school boy.***
Risa looked at Satya annoyed, she had been painstakingly groomed and bought a dress until coming home this evening uh even in the same katain auntie girang Satya. How not to try?
Sampe Risa sleeps too Satya still just ngomel still not clear say Risa's makeup is too thick, which Risa's clothes small. And many more!
"Today you want kamana? Are you not in school anymore?" satya asked as they were having breakfast.
Risa looks at Satya at a glance and then refocuses on her breakfast. "don't know, the road may look for loneliness." said Risa origin.
Satya also immediately choked on food when she heard Risa's casual speech.
"Now-huk..."
"What did you say?!" ask Satya.
Risa looked up at Satya who was staring intently at her.
"Why? Satya's sister says I'm like a 'girang aunt'." Risa replied.
Satya snorted not understanding how the thought of the High School boy before her was.
"From today until you go back to school again, you come with me to the office." said Satya decided to better Risa come to the office with herself than Risa really did what the girl said earlier. Looking for lonely om! Just be right!!
"Why should I go with Satya?" ask Risa.
Satya sipped a drink, confused to reply to what Risa said.
"Hmm anyway you have to come with me to the office" said Satya.
"don't you be afraid later if I tell the office guy that this high school girl is your wife?" Ask Risa.
'I'm more afraid you're actually getting lonely than unloading our secrets' Satya's inner self.
"Hhh come quickly you are ready we go to the office now, I have a lot to do" said Satya.
Satya glared at the dress that Risa was wearing.
"Would you like to wear that?" ask Satya.
Risa nodded with her wide smile. "Why indeed? I'm pretty, right?"
"You want to come with me to the office, not sell the body" said Satya sarcasm.
Risa's sniffing her shoulders indifferently. "Yes if Satya's sister is not so ngajak Risa is also okay. Risa can go with Risa's friend." said Risa casually.
And in the end, Satya would not want to say it, rather than let Risa act.
Arriving at Risa's office just followed Satya without much talking, like a walking statue.
"Risa don't follow me continue to dong" said Satya annoyed because it was like a hen.
"So Risa has to do something, sister?" ask Risa plain.
"Sitting on the sofa there, when you want to go to the bathroom you also come." said Satya.
"Why can't it?" ask Risa.
"Are you not ashamed?" satya asked back.
Risa smiled obliquely. "Why should I be ashamed of my husband?"
"Ck! You little boy." grumbled Satya while closing the bathroom door tightly.
"Well, your wife is also your sister" said Risa a little scream.
Risa sat on the sofa. "Keep I have to sit on the couch gini until the dog lays eggs."
And since when do dogs lay eggs?
"Come in." exclaimed Risa when she heard the sound of knocking on the door.
Alya entered Satya's room and looked at Risa who was sitting on the sofa cynically.
"Who are you, from the morning ngintilin Satya kept like a chicken. How am I gonna see it?" ask Alya cynically.
Risa grabbed next to her eyebrows then looked at Alya from top to bottom. "I'm Risa. Sis Satya alone is not worried why you are uncomfortable?"
Alya clucked in annoyance. "You better go, Satya will also not like this model girl like you" said Alya.
"Oh yes I'm gone... Later if Satya nyariin brother you are the responsibility yes." said Risa relaxed and then stepped out of the room Satya cheerfully because finally she can find fresh air.
"Satya won't look for you, 'from the morning she nyuekin you." Alya snorted to coincide with the open bathroom.
Satya looked at the confused Alya in her room and then looked around and glanced when she did not find Risa anywhere.
"Let's what Sat?" ask Alya. 'Don't tell that girl's nyari'
"Where is it?" ask Satya.
"Who? The girl who wants to do it you keep like that chick." said Alya.
Satya looked at Alya and nodded.
"Oh take it easy, I've kicked him out." said Alya casually.
Meanwhile Satya glared in disbelief at Alya's remarks.
"What did you say?!" exclamation Satya.
Alya looked at Satya confusedly. "Why, I'm just helping you kick that girl out."
"Why did you kick Al out, he was my ist-adek."
"Huh?"
Satya immediately rushed out of the room to look for Risa and hoped that Risa had not left this building. It could be bad if until Risa actually goes and nyari om lonely!
Sorry if I still found a lot of typos
