That boy is my wife!
Flashback

It's true that Momi said through a message, there's no maid in the house. You could say all were closed simultaneously for whatever reason.

Fortunately, I am not surprised by this. In fact, I feel free if the house is empty. Just the thought now, I who usually haha-hihi myself in front of the laptop must stay cool in front of Jiya.

Can be good later if he becomes more and more so.

"Om, Jiya's laper. Masakin nasgor dong!" pinta the demon boy who suddenly nongol from the right glass.

I was about to put the car into the garage immediately pulled the brakes because of the boy. Thankfully, my reflexes are good.

I sneered at Jiya's eyes after stroking her chest three times. Not to forget, my mouth was also chanting Istighfar when I saw the brown marble that now displays a hopeful look.

Heh! Don't think a Ferdian is withered just because of those puppy eyes. Honestly, puppy eyes Kitty, Momi's favorite cat is much more adorable tofu.

"So spoiled, cook it yourself!" my reply is indifferent.

Jiya's face looked dark.

"Jiya, you can't cook! Boiled water, the pancake is charred. Especially for nasgor? It's a crust of eggs!" emotional jolt. I just took a heavy breath.

"Denger well, Jiya my unyu-unyu wife looks like a koala. If you are not trying to learn now, when will it be? Wanna get my head full of gray hair, huh?" my reply was upset.

The rancid boy ngikik.

"Rfft ...  Ubanans! Basic Om bangkotan!"

"Ear even nagged him! I'm seriously talking about Jiya."

"Au ah, Jiya order via grabfood aja. It's free to have a husband, but one that gojek brothers always rely on."

Uh! Do I have to go first to be more appreciated?

"As for you, I'm going to argue today."

After that, I saw no more of his nose. Jiya seemed to just vanish, leaving myself in front of the garage porch.

At noon, around 16:00 I saw Jiya's face bleak. While doodling the dining table with a spoon, the rancid boy leaned his head against me who had just come down the stairs.

"Pantesan hawanya grey, it turns out that there are more upset. Why else would you?" I said I intended to tease her, but Jiya didn't seem to care.

The boy was even constantly sighing while rubbing his stomach.

"Jiya laper, sensitize dong!" his jolt.

My eyebrows are raised next to. Remembering Jiya's speech last afternoon which he said he wanted to message nasgor through grabfood. Then why now still complaining?

"Don't you just order food online?"  just be careful, Jiya stared at me at a glance.

"Not so, mehong! Mending money to buy skincare."

Masha Allah, have a bini gini very. But he can say what he wants. I work for him too.

Waitaminute!

Since when did I pay attention to that demon boy? Aware Fer, realize you married her without based on love.

"Oh that? Yes, have a good time to eat the wind" I said before going to the kitchen table.

Jiya who saw my movements was about to make coffee immediately approached. Suddenly, the pampered arm on the left looks like a chimpanzee.

"Om" he called expectantly.

Don't forget he also put on a puffy face with puppy eyes ala-ala abandoned kittens.

My eyes were busy making coffee and looking towards the water kettles. Waiting for the water inside to boil.

"Well, look at this jubilant Jiya starving? Not a pity? Later if Jiya is sick and suffering from maag how, Om want responsibility?" it is long wide.

My head turned towards him. With a faint smile I pushed the devil boy away from my body, with my index finger.

"You want some responsibility, especially? You're not pregnant yet, do I want to get pregnant first. We are married."

For the sake of Gery Spongebob's conch, Jiya's face instantly changed by one hundred and eighty degrees.

"No want! Anyway if you want to make the child have to love each other, Om same Jiya married because of forced."

Also true. We both got married because we had to and because of the will of great-grandfather about heredity. Maybe, if at that time I was not consumed by the talk of part of Momi's scenario. Jiya and I are still living as normal.

Ah, speaking of that I thought back a few days before the wedding. Just as my plane was about to take off for Japan, I immediately canceled the flight due to a WhatsApp message from Momi.

'Grandfather died, you didn't come home?'

While reading the message hanging from the front screen window, my heart was immediately boosted. It felt so stifling to know that my beloved grandfather died without me by his side.

Yeah, it's because grandpa's one of my dearest. So when I heard bad news about him, I also unknowingly lost the foundation of life.

Damn, when I got to the doorstep of the house, not the corpse of the grandfather I found at that time. Except some families, the father of the pengulu and a white girl who was crying sobbing.

I sat where I stood for a while. Dropped my briefcase and completely ignored people's views on my disheveled appearance.

"Grandfather!"

That man was all I was looking for, until when my eyes saw his figure sitting in a wheelchair near the stairs. I immediately ran to him. Sitting in front of grandfather's body, hugging him so tightly.

"Sorry Ferdi, who just got home. Ferdi promises to look at grandfather more often. But Kek, why is there a Mr Penghulu at home? Who wants to get married?"

"You," Grandpa relaxed. I was shocked at that time.

"Ah, Grandpa jokingly likes to be bored. Ferdi has no candidate who can go up to the pelaminan," I'm polite.

I heard Grandpa laughing. It is as crisp as without sin.

"That's wearing white kebaya clothes is your candidate, remind his grandson Mbah Maja. He's his great-grandfather, Jiya."

Tub was struck by lightning during the scorching heat, I was made to gawk that second as well. Yes times, fooled? Already so, who would not realize that my candidate is ABG class. Where will my face fit better, Omnya?

"Grandfather wasn't kidding, was he? She ..." point me at the girl who is now looking at me with tears and a hateful look."Wouldn't it be more suitable to be her pony, Ferdi?"

"Son, did you forget our family had a written agreement with the Admaja family? About each child's matchmaking?"

Now I'm taking a vote. It makes me less confused.

Matchmade?

Is this the time of Siti Nurbaya? Come on, Ferdi is an adult and can choose who to marry. What's more, are they not ashamed to ruin the future of Jiya who incidentally is still a teenager?

I honestly wanted to reject him, but seeing Grandpa's facial expression made me feel bad. Forcibly, I placed myself next to that girl named Jiya.

But who would have thought, the teenage girl who I thought could only cry sobbing, is now looking at me giddy while whispering threats. "Awas if Om dares to touch Jiya later, Om's future will cut Jiya until Om bled to death."

Gluey!

How dare he? Don't know who the Ferdian is?