OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
FEET ON HEAD, HEADS ON LEGS



“Eh don't go to your geeran!” Mr. Reno took his body away from me.


It was almost flying and was dropped again. Eum well, let's just say this one kid guy is amnesia from his ice block culture.


“I am also not to geeran kok pak.” My answer is not to lose.


We are at peace with each other's minds. The sun is increasingly centered in the sky and makes the wind gusts begin to feel a little hot.


“Papa! Cukinemnya nda so mamam?”


Holy hooch! I thought the discussion of Sukinem was over, but it wasn't. The huft! Didn't this gas canister see that it was a doll? He should have known that the doll wasn't alive, right? Ck!


“Sayang.” Mr. Reno said as he gently stroked the top of his son's head. “That you said Sukinem was a doll. And the doll does not need to eat.”


“Why?”


“Because the doll is an inanimate object and she will always be like that despite not being fed.” Heum look at Refa! my thoughts and your father are the same.


“But his body is rickety. Badantu becal and atu matan.”


“Iya dear because you are a living being.”


“That if not fed will die.” I interrupted.


“I'm not talking to you stupid, shut up you!” Someone was looking at me cynically from the opposite direction.


Ou ou I think I mispronounced again. Okay well, in the future I will be more careful again.


“Talo cukinem nda matan belalti her nda die ya Pa?”


“Iya dear right. Ah yes let's go home.” Mr. Reno resurrected the body of his son who was still a henchman in his lap. I can guess that in fact he has begun to be lazy to serve the babble of the balloon boy even more so if what is discussed is about Sukinem.


“Mari.” I said then follow Mr. Reno's steps towards the car.


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On the way


From that moment on, Refa continued to try to punish my son who began to sleep in a sling. The fat man brought his body closer to the front seat, occasionally his hand pulled Pricil's leg to make the socks he was wearing come off and fall down.


“Do not dong bang pity deck Pricilnya.” I think this is the tenth time I'm banning the gas canister from bothering my son.


“Dek Plicil later tita main mobin-mobinan at home ya.”


“Iya bang later play the same adek Pricil yes, but now let the Pricilnya deck sleep first okay.”


“That nda nomong cama mom, atu nomong cama deck Plicil.” Refa was singing her lips like a cone.


He's just been around anyway. My son is only eight months old, where maybe he can talk. While the gas cylinder that has tried four years of speech is still unclear, especially Pricilia who used to be a corn.


“Pricilia can't speak yet. You've been quiet, papa dizzy since I heard your words!” The man who had been focusing on driving finally spoke up. Hihihi good! Finally represented also the content of my heart.


“Dek Plicil want bobo ya bu?”


“Iya darling.”


“That's why you want to sing on deck Plicil.” Refa focused her gaze on my face. The huft! What else will he do this time? Releasing his crisp voice like that rombeng can? Oh God please keep my son's ears from the snoring of this one sea whale. Aamiins.


“Do you want to sing what song dear?” I pretended to be sweet.


“Eummm, oru want to sing bintan small.”


“Ya already, sing lah.”


Bintan tecin in the sky


Lots of space decorating


At that point, I want to call your belcam


Distant ting


Ciiiiiit.


Thump!


“Refa, ck!”


The car brakes suddenly. I immediately threw a glance at the steering wheel to find out what caused it. It didn't take long, my eyes caught a man covering his ears with both hands. His eyebrows were intertwined, his teeth were also crunching. Fix it! This man must be angry.


Not only that, in the next second I also found a cotton bundle falling and nyungsep to the bottom of the car seat. Refa, the little boy fell over when his own papa stopped the vehicle we were riding. His position is very strange, feet on the head, head on the legs. Holy hooch!


“Aduuuuh toyong atuuuu!” The screeching of the sea whale broke my ear. I turned around and grabbed the body of the gas cylinder as much as possible.


“Again once.”


Bugh.


The car door is open.


The man next to me turned outside and opened the back door and grabbed Refa's body there. The body is quite round like a barrel of water that makes Mr. Reno a little difficult to evacuate his own child.


Mr. Reno continued to pull the body of Refa who was squeezed by force until he was lifted even though it took a short time. Back there, a row of other vehicles had been waiting while rewarding us with a baritone horn that made the eardrum want to slip.


“Aduh auh takiiiiit.” Refa braked in pain while holding his puffed-up buttocks. Mr. Reno has returned to the steering wheel and then re-plugged the speed of this car.


“Party your papa outrageous.” Obviously his own son did not use seatbelt, then why did he have to brake the car suddenly huft!


“You don't have to blame me. Just blame your foster son, tell him who he's screaming rich demon clamp!”


Ck basic Reno! Where had he been all this time to the point of not realizing that he had a child who sounded like a sea whale! Just a few hours can not stand it, what about me who faces Refa every day?


My employer still seems annoyed by the attitude of his own son. I'm no longer making a sound, maybe letting it cool by itself is the right choice.


The car continued to drive until in the next 30 minutes we successfully landed this four-wheeled vehicle in the garage where he usually lives.


“Yeaaay we have arrived dear.” I said as I patted Pricil's butt gently. My girl is always a herd if in a sling, sometimes she only squirms if she feels tired and wants to sleep.


I took my fat bear from the car followed by Mr. Reno from behind. He also took a Refa toy car from inside.


“One more time thank you very much sir for these clothes and dolls.” I said smiling sumringai.


“You don't need a kegeeran. I'm just sorry to see all your clothes aren't any good. And that doll, it's for Pricil not for you!”


Aish it's up to you, sir. Just say you're ashamed to admit it! I was flinching in my heart. There's no point in serving an ice block man like him, so I better go inside and play with my new doll.


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