That boy is my wife!
Demon Boy

"Aowsssstttt ... Sick Om!"

"Slow down dong, if Jiya so can not walk how?"

"Yeah, sick! It could be softer, right? Jiya is still a boy, hiks!"

"Udah?" many finally.

Honestly, I have been hot since I heard her moans that much. Moreover, his hands as good as a jidat grabbed my hair without excuse. Aish, I'd love to talk to you but realize that boy is my wife.

But Jiya is still Jiya, the magic boy who likes to be careless. Instead of apologizing for his actions, he giggled like a sinless person before me.

"Eheheheh, anyways Om ngobatinnya rough, anyway. Jiya would be afraid if the wound added infection later."

Sighing heavily, I could only look at Jiya with a resigned expression. "Whatever you say deh, besides where can the wound diobatin instead add infection. Suspicious, for eleven years of school you've only slept in class."

"Have a son! Gini-gini Jiya pinter and many like to know," she replied in self-pride.

I'm just a beard.

"Eh but ..."

"What?"

Jiya suddenly brought her face closer to me, making her breath sweep across the surface of my skin.

"It's good to see Om is also good-looking, but it's a shame ..."

"Darling why?" many spontaneous.

I see, a thin smile reappeared at the corner of the rancid boy's lips. Of course, the rancid smile that he usually lay if he found a new joke material.

"Bangkotan, pantes aja not sell ckckckck ..."

Good Lord!

Please calm the fragile soul of this servant. More than the spicy words of the little wife of the servant.

HOLD, FER! HOLD IT!

AGAHAJAKAUATDS....

The plot!

"Oh, what is Jiya? Cheating, Jiya is not playing hands!" jiya spray looks like a hot worm.

I'm just a head-scalp. "That's a really good mouth? Husband cake anyway, want to be cursed to be a wife who does not continue to go to heaven?"

Damn it!

After hearing that sentence Jiya's mouth stopped babbling. To look me in the eye alone he did not dare and preferred to throw his gaze in the other direction.

At first, I thought the girl was going to cry apparently Jiya was just stalling the end of her nightgown with a picture of Doraemon. Like regretting what he did, maybe?

"Have forgotten that. You'd better get some sleep, go to school tomorrow, right?" I try to melt the atmosphere.

Jiya raised her head carefully. "Yes. B-but, Om won't do i-it's now right?"

Jeez Jiya! Why are you so innocent. If I had a lust for the ball earlier. Then, what good is it that I told you to sleep first, huh? Of course, this is just my inner curses.

Because in reality, I just keep quiet while observing Jiya from head to toe.

"Om, don't look at Jiya so dong, serem ta-"

"No interest, let alone the same rancid boy as you. Same chest as a tepos ass, is there no part that can be held?" I said deliberately frontal.

Jiya glares. As soon as the girl got away from me, then climbed into the bed in a hurry. Don't forget his hands were so deftly pulling the blanket to cover his entire body like a cocoon.

"Basic bawdy! You just go out to sea to eat a shark!" hysterical shouting.

This time it was me who was made bitter. After all, how is it? Seeing the look of his frightened face was not making me pity even amused himself. Already so, Jiya is indeed very aggressive.

"Go! Oh, ugly monkey!" banish him. I'm bodo time.

"But, ngamookkk! Look out for a corner later there's a nongol."

"Om so good, it's gone! Go!" yelled Jiya while throwing things nearby at me.

Inevitably I immediately pretended to take a thousand steps out of the room. Then shortly after I closed the door, I heard him screaming hysterically from inside the room cursing at this savage me.

Geez, am I that bad for her?

Outside the room, I saw the condition of the house so quiet. Probably because people were exhausted after the reception and party last afternoon.

I then chose to seclude myself towards the balcony, not forgetting I also brought a cup of coffee and a pack of cigarette bars to accompany my fist tonight.

I enjoy the breeze that blows to the surface of the face. Who played my hair boys, danced to and fro.

Heuh ...

Cigarettes and black coffee is the best to calm down like this. Although, I prefer black coffee blend that is thick and bitter without sugar anyway. But, his taste reminds me of a more bitter life to live.

Yeah, well, maybe if Momi hadn't called me with that crazy scenario back then I'd still be in Japan today. Wrestling in front of the laptop, finishing all my work there.

Merely, I had thought that if this was not fate alone or maybe, the rancid boy God deliberately created for me?

Ah, goddamn. Just thinking about her still looking cute under her big nightgown makes me look like a pedophile.

Jiyaning Admaja, may I wish that this was just a dream?

***

The next morning, when I felt the sun start to sting the skin. I opened my eyes immediately. Looking around hoping that I'd hallucinated last night.

Yeah, it seems like it. The proof this morning is the same. Befriend cigarette butts and half a cup of coffee that doesn't seem to have been spent last night. Don't forget, a red map contains important files that I've been tinkering with last night.

Ah, what other favors of God do I lie about besides living single like this. I don't even need to ....

"Om, why is it still there? He said he wanted to banter Jiya, this hunt was going to be seven!" shouted a girl who suddenly appeared in her High School uniform from behind the balcony door.

Surely, it was enough to make my brain stop thinking suddenly.

"Who are you?" manywould be surprised.

I see, that cute two-pointed boy staring at me panted. "Based on senile parents, the same time Jiya forgot."

"You Jiya? Jiyaning Admaja the rancid boy who married me yesterday?!"

"Well, if you don't have to, Jiya doesn't want this either"

"JENNERR! I THOUGHT LAST NIGHT WAS A DREAM! REAL ASYUUU!"

"Ih, it's still morning can't be rude. Om it turns out to be toxic well," joked Jiya.

"I sayin Aunt Clara, let Om be stoned. Pretty early in the morning can be entertainment wkwk.." he said again.

I just stared at Jiya horror. Not afraid, just how do you want to explain it? Native difficult. If I can be honest, I am not ready for marriage even though I want to step on the head of three. Especially the same boy whose body is filled plywood all. Ah, how can lust.

My secretary is the one whose bodygoals I never looked at. What if Jiya is still in high school? Can be inner pressure, long-time.

"Cih, you spotter. I'll kiss your lips, kiss you later!" threaten me, Jiya laughs demonically.

"Emang Om brave, last night Om said no lust for me!"

"Oh, so you're abstaining?  Anywhere? What's the bottom of the top that I want to attack?"

"Aante! Om Ferdian pervert!" yelled Jiya directly ngibrit out of nowhere. Leaving me who was still standing confused to see his behavior.

"Basar boy, how dare nantangin doang. The turn in advance actually ran away from the market, fortunately I can hold."