My wife's been misguided

not a good time to fight

Original, all this makes me a gamang. Who would you like to be the same? Who would care the same? Holding the secret was chest tight, head heavy.

In front of the door of Surya's room I stopped. It's not hard to get in. Warm meatball sauce in a paper bowl on the tent, radiating to the feet. It's lunchtime and Nesya hasn't eaten anything other than butter-filled toast this morning.

I open the door. Nesya sat beside her father's bed. Heard his voice shuffling mucus in his nose.

"I told you, yeah," he said. "I'm looking for an e-book, it doesn't exist. But I'm so sorry for the story." He pulled the mucus in his nose once again.

She's looking. I give you the sweetest smile while pointing meatballs in a paper bowl. Nesya wiped away the tears on her cheeks and replied with a nod accompanied by a super sweet smile. His nose is red, his cheeks are red, his eyes are red too. But when all is put together in a whole picture, her beauty can still be of perfect value.

Nesya mendehem, clearing the throat of the mucus-mucus bothering her. "I don't remember the English," he said, still holding his father's hand, "when it was originally in English, yes, yeah?" He's laughing a little. "But I only found out after I could read," he continued laughing.

I put it on a nightstand, a paper bowl in a crackle bag that was ordered at a meatball shop. Nesya clasped Surya's hand fixed to the forehead. Then kiss the back of that hand and hug her arms full of affection.

Maybe he's an arm lover. This morning I was the one. Is it not wrong to hold it, thought it had his father?

"On a dark night in the dark forest." Waw! Turns out he wanted to tell stories. I took a bench and sat in front of him. Nesya blushed to see me looking seriously. But he continued the story.

The little squirrel was fascinated to see the round glowing object in the sky. 'mother' exclaimed sumringah, 'what is that?' he wiped his nose with the back of a finger. The mother squirrel looked at the thing her son pointed at 'oh, it's a full moon.'

'full?'

'the moon that looks perfectly round is called a full moon, ' explained the mother squirrel. Nesya gave a small laugh, and stopped telling stories.

"I love this part." His eyes glare. "These parts, I must have said. 'full light? Who, huh?'."

I'm going to laugh. "Full light? Cake knows?" Now Nesya is the one who is laughing.

"You know?" Ask.

"I only know one, Nesya the full light. Is there anything else?" Nesya's laughter sounded heavy. "Let's continue. How about a little squirrel?"

Nesya dehemed a little and then began to continue the story.

The little squirrel asked, 'Is he the one who made this forest bright tonight?' the mother squirrel smiled. 'yes, ' she replied, 'the light radiates to the earth and then reflected back to the moon. Returned back to earth. Bounced off, then back to the moon. Bounced off, then back to earth.'

We laughed. The way he said the word reflected was funny.

"This part likes to be repeated until the mouth of the father pegel," he said. A sad hue then floated on her beautiful face.

"Why?" He bends his lips in and continues the story.

'the full light, like my mother unfortunately told you, never runs out and is always there for you'

There was water floating in Nesya's eyes. "Keep I will say, 'Dear Nesya is like the full light. It never ends and is always there for you'." I'm speechless. This is what Moonlight means.

"The title of the book is Moonlight. But since I don't speak English yet, so in the translation directly same father." I'm mangosteen. "Originally, just I love you like the Moonlight." Nesya's tears almost poked but quickly wiped her before touching the cheek. How precious Moonlight is.

"I carried the book everywhere" he said again, laying his head on his arm. "You want to talk to me, I read the book." He put his head to the bed. Samar his sobbing sounded.

Please don't cry anymore. I was tired from the morning of the crying scene. I followed him to lay his head beside Nesya. His black hair felt cool like a waterfall on the sidelines of a finger. She's looking. I'll put her fine hair behind her ears so I don't cover my face. His cheeks felt sticky due to the rest of the tears that dried up. He looked as if he was speaking in a language that was difficult to translate.

"I bought that meatball." His eyes grew in twinkle. Then raise your head looking at the nightstand. I stood preparing the meatball that was separated from the sauce. "More." I said while prodding the meatballs and he even clumped his hands under the thighs.

"Suapin," he asked spoiled.

"He?" Kok, so back? I usually ask to be bribed with a boyfriend. It turns out that after having a wife, he even asked to be bribed. Is this karma? Oh, oh, come on, accept it. "What the hell didn't make the princess?"

"I think your father is also more fond of seeing you like this than crying." Wadaw! Misdonorrect me. Nesya's smile disappeared. He chewed meatballs while manyuning.

"I really feel guilty," he said while looking at Surya connected to a hose cable.

Now I feel guilty. Must've finished eating and just talked again. I'm giving the meat again. But he won't open his mouth. He continued, "I think you hate me." Again he bit his lips.

I let out a breath. Apparently, his affection can be misunderstood like this. "Eat first, your father would not like it if you were hungry." I bribe again a spoonful of meatballs plus vermicelli. He greeted with a smile. Yup! So it continues.

Suddenly the hape in my pocket shook. Really disturbing. Which of the unknown numbers. The meatball bowl I handed over to Nesya so I could get out of the phone. From an unknown number can only be from prospective clients with large projects.

"Good day, with Zian Prasetyo, how can I help you?" There's no answer. "Hello." There's still no answer. Then the sound of Tut many times the call sign is stopped from sebrang.

Huh! The rich gini, nih ngeselin. Disturbing me, not even talking about anything.

Neysa was concerned with a questioning look. "Who?"

"Sheel!" Kesel. And my hole is shaking again. The same number. "Good afternoon, with Zian Prasetyo, how can I help you?" Silent. "Hello?" Tut's voice again.What do people want, anyway?

"What else?" Ask Nesya.

"Hmm" sprains me.

"Eat first." He stuffed a whole meatball with a fork straight into my mouth.

The phone was shaking again when my mouth was full. "here." Nesya picked up the phone and was stunned by the screen. "Hello?" Said doubtful.

I don't know what you heard on the speaker. From his eyes, I knew the caller was saying something. "Hm, yes," Nesya answered softly.

Who's calling? Why from earlier diem aja, but right Nesya who raised directly talk? "Hm, yes," his voice grew louder.

Who's on the phone? I took the hape out of Nesya's hands. He was flabbergasted and instantly tightened his hand grip. Crazy one! It's my hape! Why should I use gini.

I stood up, he also stood up, and the meatball bowl fell between our legs. His steam spilled under the bed, cornering Neysa, and distracting him. As fast as lightning, I finally managed to hape it.

There was a voice from the voice, "hello beb?" Goddamnit! The guy is a-genesis. I saw Nesya's face scared. "Can, yeah tonight? Very kangen." It's so good to hear his voice. Just realized, Nesya's expression had changed. Where did Nesya go who asked to be bribed with meatballs? Suddenly I miss Neysa.

"Big" shit! I came out of the room almost slamming the door.

"What do you want, motherfucker?" Pause for a moment before you hear an answer.

"You talk to my girl! What do you want?"

"You nonjokin face lu Ampe bonyok. Less is not enough!"

"Huh! Try it here if you dare. In the ring. Don't usually fit people no longer concerned, you turned out to be a sissy rich!"

Offhanded!

"God! That sissy is you! Call it the place to be if you dare!"

"Wait for me!" Phone's closed. The insolent!

I'm going in again. Faced with Nesya who was defiant with a gaze. The ventilator sound was smooth as well as slicing. This is not a good time to fight. I went out and closed the door from the outside.

So think, the guy so-called got my number from where, huh? Aarghs! Dumbass! I gave you my own business card when I started teaching!