MY BOSS MY HUSBAND
105. SECOND TIME

~AYU POV~

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"Yes, ma'am," I answered lazily.

"Don't do it, but sleep in another hug." Mother looked at me sharply then and spoke with an expression of disbelief in me.

This is the umpteenth time my mother warned me. 'Don't let it happen like yesterday. Don't repeat.'

Today, due to the heavy rain, Jansen was forced to stay at my house. Ever since the discourse of this stay in the house, my mother has been looking at me meaningfully. Meditate so that the events of the past day do not happen again. You haven't forgotten what happened?

Yep, sleeping on the sofa in the living room while hugging.

And now, when I went to the kitchen to clean up the old tea in the living room of the house, my mother followed and warned again.

"Mom doesn't believe Yuyu" I said, pretending to be sad.

"Yes, since your pergoki sleeps while hugging Jansen, I don't believe in you anymore."

Weeehh, even in it. I will be sad.

"Yet yesterday, did Yuyu have said, accidentally, bablas, after all just sleeping in a hug like this, time becomes a big thing,"

puukkk

"Don't say 'free', what if you're kayaking in Renita? who is ashamed of your mother as your father. Ih."

Bandingin aja terosss same all neighbors. Yesterday Vanny, now Renita, tomorrow who else?

"Mother negatip tingking deh, if Yuyu wants to like Renita already from the beginning, right? But Yuyu's brain is straight, ma'am. Yuyu knows right and wrong, who must and does not. Don't think the same way Yuyu, Yuyu is sad."

I pretended to be sad and wanted to cry. Wish mom hugged me while wiping her head. But, what I said was true yes, my brain is still straight.

Hope lives hope, the mother even casually replied, "good, do not free high school but zero ethics."

Then leave me without needing to hear my denial again.

Well, my mom, that's amazing.

I finished washing the glass, then I hurried to clean up my brother's room which will be Jansen's room tonight.

Remembering last night I slept in his house, well, this room is not even a quarter of the guest room that I occupy.

Obviously Jansen was uncomfortable, not even.

When I arrived at the living room after finishing preparing the room, I saw the three of them talking seriously. Looks like it's still talking about Jansen's plan. Huhhh manten nih.

"Well you know what to do?"

I asked as I prepared to sit down.

"Ntar!" answer Jansen.

"Why delay? Ntar you are waiting for Om and Aunt. Call me, or send a message."

"Yes Nak Jansen, just tell me, the rain is still heavy, there are no signs of stopping," continued my mother supported me.

Jansen grabbed the phone on the table and looked busy afterwards. We didn't say anything either, our eyes fixed on the television screen showing a singing contest dominated by jokes.

"Ribet is this event, just want the value of singing, the judge must go on stage, out of time."

I grumbled to see one participant so that the duration could be half an hour more in the comments.

No one responded to my grunts, mother just took a quick glance and was busy with her favorite show.

"Which, is there an umbrella? I'm gonna grab a shirt in the car. I remember there was a t-shirt there." Jansen's words made me take my eyes off the television screen.

"Start!"

I rushed to the kitchen, as I remembered in between the cabinets in the kitchen there was a small umbrella, on the doorpost there was a large umbrella with a picture of the party hanging on a nail stuck.

What about shay? Is it always a party event or a council member recess event for the sake of souvenirs?

In addition to the picture of the party in the photo also one of the members of the council who was carried out by this party. Her smile was very wide in the picture, probably because she won during the breakout.

"Let's go with me, Beb!"

We rushed out to get the shirt from the car.

I saw Jansen open the trunk and slightly rummage through the contents. She smiled shortly as she raised both corners of her lips.

"Ada?" many ensure.

We walked back into the house with the same umbrella.

My mom is getting ready for the room. Alahhh was an old bride aka already rusty.

"Don't be late outside, it's late." When I said that my eyes were on me, I responded to my mother with lazy eyes.

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"What did your mom say?" I asked after we stayed alone in this living room. I sat down and almost put my head on Jansen's chest before she pushed back in support of my head and looked around.

I giggle amusedly looking at him, it seems like he is very careful now.

"Udah, Papa, I'm sure you understand."

I put away his hand and put my head on his chest. His heartbeat sounds tight, is he groggy because I'm lying down or deg-degan caught by mom?

"That's right, but it's not good to jump into the gap at that time. Original Yang, I'm so embarrassed."

His hand that was supporting my head was now even perched pretty on my head. A second later his hand automatically went up and down petting my super fine hair.

"Hmmmmm comfortable!" I shamelessly wrapped my hands around her stomach.

"Ck, I think you're happy to make me heart gymnastics."

His head turned towards the Father's room.

"Well, want a hug just hard to ask for forgiveness."

I lifted my hands and my head off of her. I leaned against the couch, next to Jansen's head.

"Then tomorrow, if I'm with Papa Mama here, you answer yes when asked willingly or not. It depends on your answer to your decision."

Well, I was nervous for a moment, is this real? I wanna get married?

"Yang.." continued Jansen because I did not give an answer.

"Hmm, uh,"

"Kok, you're not that enthusiastic, still hesitant? He said it was ready."

Jansen was disappointed at my short answer.

"I didn't think I was going to get married" I chuckled.

"At first I insisted that the ideal age for merid was well two five. But as it turns out, I was met with a potential mate long before two-five and now I'm talking about merid."

"Match we do not know when it comes, for example me, I also did not think I had to wait until the age of thirty new marriage," replied Jansen.

I nodded, right what Jansen said. The soul mate is one of the mysteries of life, sometimes it comes at a time that we do not want and sometimes it does not come when we say we are ready.

Hopefully, what we intend and plan this to be something right.

It's not something we force to happen, so it has a negative impact in the future.

Really, I was one of those who carried the commitment of "just one marriage in a life time."

"Beb, should we make a pre-wedding agreement?" suddenly biku.

"Make what?"

I don't know either, I just want a 'no divorce for anything reason except death' agreement'

"You don't believe me? I think those who make such agreements are people who are less sure and believe in their own commitment and commitment with a partner,"

Not believing, just...

"Why?" ask Jansen again. His head tilted towards me and he looked at me with a curious look at my answer.

"Let's kayak again hitaja, many artists do that, right?"

"Ck, artist in example. Not everything the artist does we have to example, Yang. Even if he is your idol or your role model. Be yourself and trust your self also."

Jansen shook her head with lips that occasionally clucked.

"Is there another reason?" continued. He didn't believe my answer.

"No, um I just suddenly remembered the same thing that hits now." I was taken for a moment after answering.

"I'm afraid, because I'm so young, I'm afraid I can't control my emotions, so there's a fight that leads to negatip in our family later, I said to you, Beb. I'm the guardian of 'no divorce except death', I'm afraid you're not strong against me who is still unstable."