My wife's been misguided

reality is as beautiful as imagination

The party lasted until almost midnight I finally met the son of songong who said I repeat. Just come together the same Umi.

Nesya crouched down to be able to look into the eyes of the beautiful kriwil child, Nesya asked, "What's his name?"

"Aisha aunty." Answer the kriwil boy.

"iiiih don't aunty, call brother yes," Nesya did not accept being called aunty.

"Yes aun. uh brother." Ih. So want to have kids. But, who is the same?

"How old is he?" Ask Neysa again. It turned out that Nesya was a child loving figure as well. But if her boyfriend is like that, how would you like to have a child? Hadeh!

"Umul Aisha four beautiful sisters." He answered, lifting four fingers.

I'm the same umi of the kriwil just pay attention to the interaction of the two women of different ages. "Physician Ahmad isn't coming, Mbak?" I asked kriwil's umi.

"Yes, sir Surya just now. Maybe soybean, his condition became a bit desperate." umi kriwil replied in a sad tone. Worth it, this afternoon, Surya had sounded hoarse and disjointed.

Nesya stood up to participate in the adult conversation. "Dad sick?" Ask with a worried tone.

Doctor Ahmad's wife glanced at me for help. He must have been in the hope so as not to tell anything about the disease om Surya on Neysa.

"His name is also old man." I gamit Nesya's hands so she doesn't ask questions anymore. Keep saying goodbye to the wife of doctor Ahmad.

The pool area began to fall. I felt tired of smiling all night. Nesya followed happily. I guess he was also impatient to throw himself on the bed.

Inside the newly awakened elevator, cctvs were everywhere. Even in a narrow space closed like this the surveillance cameras were watching.

Nesya leaned against the wall while exhaling. I pulled his hand while pointing at the camera with my chin. He laughed in fatigue, then leaned his head against my shoulder.

"Yeah, let's make the best shot tonight" I said, embracing Nesya's waist as smoothly as possible. This whip could be fun if she wasn't a lesbian. But now, everything feels bland.

A twang becomes a marker that the evelator door will open. We walked hand in hand out the elevator on deck ten A. "I want to look at Surya first.you just go to the room," When giving a room key card to Nesya.

The girl fluttered, looking up at my eyes. "What's dad sick?" tanyakanya.

Hhh! must be answered, right?

"Why does everyone know you're sick except me?" Nesya sulked in annoyance.

"You coming?" I just so I don't have to go in his circle.

Nesya is still flinching.

I'm tired already. Want to miss all the affairs tonight so that you can sleep peacefully until tomorrow morning.

"okay!" he answered and immediately stepped towards Surya's room.

In front of Surya's room, we met Ahmad's doctor who had just closed the door. His face looked tired and his face looked sad. She looked at Neysa somewhat confusedly, but then nodded to leave while informing.

"Solar just slept. It's good not to be disturbed first, let's rest perfectly."

"What's the sick dad, doc?" Nesya asked impatiently. Instead of answering directly, Dr. Ahmad worried about me.

Asem! why is all that power up to me? "Okay, thank you, doc. I'll be here again tomorrow." I immediately say goodbye while making hands for salaman.

"Yes, equally," replied Dr. Ahmad and patted me on the shoulder.

"Just a minute, doc.." I gamit Nesya's hand before she finishes talking.

Doctor Ahmad replied with a nod and then resigned. Nesya squeezed my hand in a fit of anxiety. "You know what sick dad is?" Ask curiously.

I gently squeezed it back. "Is that important to you?"

While clucking Nesya threw my hand violently. Then with a stomping motion, he stepped towards the room.

I have to walk fast to be able to align myself again. Holy hooch! he was biting his lips, holding back a cry. "here." I put his head on my shoulder. "If you want to cry here," Tawarku.

At first there was no sound. Slowly then he sounded his sobbing between his shaky shoulders. He returned my embrace very tightly. "I hate daddy! Hate it!" He was pounding my back. It didn't hurt, because her crying sounded painful. "But why am I the only one who doesn't know about the pain?" nesya's voice inflamed "Why?! Why!"

Nesya's roar resounded in that narrow corridor. As tears flooded, his body grew weaker in the circumference of my hand. He almost sagged if he wasn't held back by my power.

Her crying came to a halt shortly afterwards, leaving behind a small slice of Isak slicing through the heart. "Why did he tell you? you guys just met. Why?" Just asking makes me not feel good.

"I also know by accident..." I finally offered a defense.

"Non purpose?" tanyanya. I hugged her waist to continue the steps to the room. "I mean by accident?" Nesya urged impatiently.

"Do you really want to hear the story?" my many. Nesya was sure.

In my room, I told them everything. Nesya sat on the edge of the bed, listening with full concentration.

Om Surya would not like Nesya to know the disease she suffered. But, after all, this girl must know. There will be many things that need to be prepared in anticipation of various possibilities. Including the worst possible.

"Lung cancer dad?" he asked back in disbelief. "The rumors are true, huh?"

The ringing of the phone cut off our conversation. Nesya rushed to the dresser, where her phone was. "Yes otewe," that's all it says after the call is received. Then he quickly changed into his clothes before his eyes.

"Woi! can't change clothes in the bathroom what?" My yelling.

"Ah, ribet. You're only here" he replied lightly.

Whats? what does he think I am? "hey! that faggot is you. I'm a hundred percent hetero, you know!"

"Yes, don't look. It's hard." Huh! want to!

Okay, if that's what she wants, I'm jabanin! Mumpung given a good view, which can be in vain.

Nesya replaced the wedding dress with a tight shirt with no low-necked sleeves. As a subordinate, he wore three-quarters pants that were quite snug to his feet. As quickly as we can he cleanses the face of the remnants of makeup and tears. Then polish the powder along with thin lipstick.

"Don't tell me you're going out!" my word. He smiled through the mirror. "You really want to meet that guy?" I asked to be in charge.

Still going through the mirror reflection, Nesya threw her gaze into my chest. "Niko, her name is Niko. And he's not a real guy but a real girl!" a sharp defense was thrown. It's a real defense.

"You're sane again, right? know yourself cctv everywhere. You want to catch the camera again dating, same girl again.?"

"I'll be careful" he said, this time turning his head to face us.

I stood up, blocking his step of taking the footwear on the shoe rack. "Don't!"

He pecked angrily "What, anyway?"

"Wait until you return to Surabaya. I won't bother you there. But here, this ship is full of gossip reporters, nes!"

"Hhhh! really nyselin, anyway! move over!" His impact.

"So!" My serge.

He challenged with a look in the eyes for just a moment. Then his expression turned clear. "I need to see him. Today was exhausting. I need to see him, Yan. Pliss?"

Crazy one! This kid is an actress.

Goddamnit! I find it hard to turn a girl down if it's gini. But considering how it was when just met, not releasing this child to meet the guy so-genesis may be troublesome later.

"What do you need him to do? I can replace him tonight."

Nesya. "He's irreplaceable!" violently pushed me against the wall and opened the shoe rack

The stone head. "Where's the meeting?"

"outbound area. There will be no one there in the middle of the night" he said, inserting his right foot into his sneakers.

I take off the suit and put it on his shoulder. "Wear, here!" he looked confused. " Outbound area of the highest area on this ship. The wind there must be very tight. Don't let you get in the news with the headline heir to the space group catch wind on the first night."

She laughs. "Thank you." He said while opening the door.

"Reverse here before dawn. Let no one see you guys out of the same room tomorrow morning." I pulled out the key card to get him to take it. The whole room lights went out instantly.

"So it's dark, dong."

"I'm going to sleep, I don't need a lamp." The important thing is that the air conditioner remains on because it uses a central AC.

"Whatever." He took the card and closed the door from the outside.

Stay me alone..

The first night in my imagination was never this quiet. If reality is as beautiful as imagination, maybe this is the world of comics.