That boy is my wife!
Deliberately Saved Meeting

When I carried Jiya home, it seemed that twilight had started to arrive. It was visible from a yellowish-red hue that began to be seen on the western horizon.

Perhaps the only one, the sound of my footsteps was the silence between us. Even the streets I walked through seemed so deserted today. Then about the bike, I will tell Pak Tarno to take it when he gets home later.

Then for that bastard, don't think I'll just stay quiet. I'll make Om Lukman return the drop by tear that Jiya dropped today.

Oh, my poor little wife. He didn't even stop crying. Jiya was still rubbing my back from behind with the surface of her face. All I know is it must be full of tears and snot.

Rip, the beloved t-shirt huhuhu ...

"Would you like me to get some ice cream?" I opened the conversation.

To be honest, I was getting tired of hearing her sobbing. No, not because I don't care. It's just, I feel bad and guilty, if the boy cries endlessly like this. Get confused and know yourself!

Scroll from the tail of the eyes, Jiya slightly raised her face. Slowly the boy brought his face closer to my left ear to whisper.

"No," he said weakly.

I exhaled a heavy breath unconsciously. "If so don't cry anymore, your snot comes out a lot to make my clothes dirty."

Plaque!

One hard punch landed abruptly on top of my arm. And I can be sure it was Jiya.

"Om Ferdi, uh!" he cried out in annoyance, beginning to return to his original identity.

"What?" sahutku cuek, who immediately got a sneer from Jiya.

"Truly, there is no romantic side. If there is a girl crying, don't ask what? But being shaken, being hugged, being hugged very tightly" he explained.

Instantly, I stopped my steps. Then turn this head a little backwards. "Say you code me again to ask uwu-uwuan. Relax, until home I hug you, if you need not be a pillow all to sleep."

Instead of getting a reply, the rese boy even grabbed my hair without excuse now.

"What am I wrong again, Ji?"

"Salah Om Ferdi is because it is old and insensitive. Jiya is the same as Om!" ngegas.

Again I just exhaled heavily while continuing my footsteps again. Hadeh, um well, the term girl is always right that's very appropriate.

When I got home, I saw Momi and Daddy were home too. It was seen from our family car parked in the trunk.

Jiya who was still in my arms, suddenly asked to come down when we just arrived at the front porch. He said it anyway, embarrassed to see Momi with Daddy.

Moreover, his face was very swollen because of crying all the way home. That's it, the shirt too. Adudu, why did I forget that the top of the shirt was torn so.

CK, besides senile I was not sensitive it turns out. Pantesan aja, Jiya was angry when she came home earlier.

"Wait!" prevent me from seeing Jiya enter the house.

Wherever possible, I'll let him in with a shirt that looks like a gembel so. If you get caught by Momi, it's not Jiya who's ashamed. But, I will definitely be snapped all out later.

"Wear it," I ordered quickly, which still has no response.

In fact, the rese boy just stood still. With straight eyes looking towards my upper body. Without blinking anyway.

"Ji?" ask me, waving my hand.

I saw Jiya swallow her saliva with difficulty, then look at me slowly. In fact, his eyes were focused on something else.

"Y-yes, Om?"

"What are you worried about, this quarry. If Momi sees later can be more berabe existing."

The demon boy took my clothes. In a hurry, Jiya immediately wore it in front of the porch of the house.

"Loh Fer, what are you and Jiya doing there? No more clothes."

Ah, almost got caught. Fortunately, I was the same Jiya fast-moving just now.

Momi herself, still staring alternately at me and Jiya. His eyes were so sharp and scowling. It was as if it could pierce through the surface of my skin at this moment.

"What are you guys doing? Why is Jiya wearing your clothes?"

Well, the eyes of the mother-mom is more sinister than the cctv. The level of vigilance thatuloh, sometimes make the head bobbles. Especially about his sensitivity. Beuh, don't ask again. The most accurate.

Chuckling while scratching the back of the head. I just stared at Momi with a shy expression for acting. Well, just let the woman who gave birth to me drown in her own prejudices and fantasies.

"Ah, Momi Kayak has never been a newlywed. Surely I'm the same Jiya sports, isn't Ji?" I deliberately dragged Jiya's body closer to me, so as not to make Momi more suspicious.

"I-iya, Jiya same Om Ferdi abis sport. This is also just finished," added Jiya who made Momi immediately smile widely.

"Daddy!" suddenly exclamation. "It's time, we'll let Ferdi have his own house. Ah, Momi is so nervous and can't wait for their child to be born hihihi ..."

Huft, suck. I think the topic is just that, which Momi and Daddy think about. If you do not have to be diligent when nimang grandson.

They both seem to forget, if Jiya is still a high school boy. And me? I can't possibly ruin Jiya's future.

I'm not a depraved, jerk-off guy. If I could be someone that the demon boy could rely on. Either be a friend, friend, brother, or Om though. I think it doesn't matter, as long as Jiya's ideals can be achieved.

Then about our relationship. I will also look from this moment forward and into the future. If we are still comfortable with each other. Maybe I can continue. However, if someday Jiya finds the right guy and better than me. I don't think it's a problem to let go of him. Moreover, if it can make him happy.

Well, it was someone who was dumped and not expected to let me know. If something is forced it will not always end well. So, I'm the only one who's ever felt that.

Then, about Om Lukman. Maybe I'll keep today's events a secret from Momi and Daddy. Besides not wanting to make both of them feel guilty for having been careless to let the jerk go with Jiya both.

I also do not want to make this problem more complicated and can make family relationships divided. But, that doesn't mean I won't pay it back.

That man, I'm gonna make his life crumble slowly without anyone knowing.