That boy is my wife!
Please, Don't Stop!
Since this afternoon Jiya made a tantrum, I finally decided to punish her.
I told the boy to stand for an hour near the dresser, with one leg up. Not to forget, Jiya also I asked to pick both ears by myself.
Think of it as disciplinary punishment, for fighting with a classmate and fighting over one guy.
As for watching during the punishment session. I also chose to work on the company files and reports on the bed.
Although I looked focused on the laptop screen, I sneakily stole a glance at Jiya a few times.
"Om, tired! Jiya's legs are also sore because they can't stand for long." Jiya complained while lowering her raised leg.
Looked at my face expectantly, just like he did the other day. Wear puppy eyes anyway, make welding. Unfortunately it didn't work, because I was still pretending to focus on working on my file, without intending to look at it.
"Om iih, Jiya peed!"
"Small thin, no one is nagging," I said.
I looked over from behind the laptop, Jiya stomped her irritated feet against the floor. Then go to the bathroom which is not far from the closet.
There was not a minute after his departure. Suddenly I heard Jiya scream. Because of worry, I immediately moved from my sitting position and then approached Jiya as soon as possible.
Brak!
I pushed the bathroom door tight, until it fell off its hinges to the floor.
"Why?" manya panic.
With tears that have been shed Jiya immediately ran towards me. Hugged this body tightly, while sobbing a few times. I who got treatment suddenly like this just rubbed his back up and down, to calm down.
"Udah, don't cry. Try the story why?"
Jiya just shook her head slowly. Reluctant to tell stories, maybe and still crying in my arms.
I who did not have the heart, immediately lifted the body of the boy and sat him on the bed. Slowly, I put Jiya's face up so that our eyes meet.
"If you're just like this, how would Om know. Try to explain, why suddenly cry that way?"
At first, Jiya still refused to answer. However, when the boy moved restlessly and immediately grimaced while holding the bottom of his stomach. I just got sensitive.
"You're coming to the moon?" many spontaneous. Which made Jiya shocked at first.
"Don't be ashamed of it, besides it's a girl's nature," I continued.
"Jiya is not ashamed, just ..."
"just anyone?" my ulang, follow Jiya's words just now.
"Jiya was out of Japanese bread, so reflexively shouted. Oh yeah, can't you buy a sanitary pad for Jiya?" it's a simple question I can't refuse.
Asem-asem, and because of that I actually went directly to Alfamart nearest dong. Stupidly, I forgot what brand he was wearing. Really, hurt yourself.
Right after opening the entrance, I was immediately greeted warmly by the employees there. Worse yet, tonight there are no male employees guarding. If I think about it, who am I going to dong? Because there is no one to make kongkalikong.
Looking at me who was confused, one of the salesmen suddenly came to me. With a polite and good manners, the man began to ask what goods I was looking for.
Because the atmosphere was quite quiet, I finally immediately told him, about what I was looking for earlier. The salesman looked unsurprised, and immediately helped me to choose the item I was going to buy.
Honestly, I was confused to choose that thing. Especially when asked by the salesman like this; Mas want what brand? Oh yes, the usual or usually used for the night?
After all, it turns out my knowledge is still shallow.
"I buy one that is ordinary, the same for use at night," I said later.
The salesman in front of my face smiled, then asked another question.
"What is the length of centi yah, Mas?"
And it makes me dizzy seven-round. I could be sorry about this. Bad, you Fer! My mind wails.
"As far as it is, I follow. You see, this is a pleasure for people not for me," I replied with a faint smile at the end.
Huft, do not expect to buy pads will take a long time like this. I who patannya accidentally papasan with martabak, finally decided to stop by to buy.
Fortunately, the martyr was faster. So, I don't have to bother waiting for long.
When I got home, I headed to my room. Knocking on the blue painted door slowly, before entering of course.
I saw Jiya curled up on the side of the bed with one hand holding the bottom of her stomach. Her hair was long, covering almost all of her face.
Ah, if you see it that way. The little boy looked fragile. It was as if, if I were to wrongly touch her a little, Jiya would be crushed in the blink of an eye.
"Ji!" call me slowly, sitting beside Jiya.
Slowly, I touch the top of his head, baby. Which then turned into a light rub.
"It hurts, huh?" I whispered softly, Jiya nodded back briefly.
The boy was like losing power and was so weak helpless. He just curled up on the mattress without any intention to move an object as long as, though.
Initiative, I lift Jiya's body to tend towards me. He sat the boy on the lap, who had no protest at all.
I thought he was going to protest because of our close position like this. In fact, Jiya was so calm and hid her head behind my chest.
Seeing Jiya who was still grimacing pain while holding the bottom of her stomach, I had a pretty ambiguous idea. But still I did, who knows can help the boy to ease his pain a little.
Well, I'm holding the bottom of his belly. Swiping it slowly while occasionally massaging it slowly.
"Still sick?" whispered again.
This time she placed her hand between my shoulders, then hugged my neck quite tightly.
"It doesn't hurt, but Jiya feels weird down there."
Kontan alone, my hand that was still pressing down on the bottom of Jiya's stomach stopped moving.
Crazy one! What are you trying to do Fer?
"Om," called Jiya softly with a face that looked up slightly staring at me.
When I saw something strange. Either because of holding back the pain caused by coming months on his first day. Or indeed, there is something else. I see, Jiya's face is slightly blushed and filled with a tinge of red cheek color.
"Please don't stop, Jiya's stomach incandescent again well. It tastes good."
In that instant, I was at a loss for words.