That boy is my wife!
First Night

After the wedding, it is displayed for a day. Finally, Jiya and I were able to rest as well. Yes, although it can not be collapsed because the mattress is full of the same gift plus the envelope.

I finally chose to sit on the sofa near the closet. While Jiya, the boy is still busy nicotine one by one decoration on the head just as erasing make up.

"Well, his face looks like an ondel-ondel!" I said intentionally flirting.

Si Jiya, just grimacing slowly while throwing insect spray right on my face.

"Bawel, you piece of crap!" sebel's reply.

The makeup artist who was still there was secretly laughing. Maybe it's funny to see our more suitable behavior called Om and pounding this.

"You guys make a really big splash, anyway? So, my flashback, to the times when dating first," he explained while smiling indistinctly.

Jiya and I looked at each other.

Her makeup mothers, dong again. "Cock on diem? Are you curious about the same story as my time is still kinyis-kinyis?"

Again, Jiya and I looked at each other. This time we agreed to shake our heads together, so that the curses of the mothers of the makeup artist did not come to pass.

"When, Mom. My wife wants uwu-uwuan first heheh..."

Okay, that's a pretty logical reason for nolak. But, Jiya's face went straight up. As if, there is a threat implied from the look of his face that now smiles thinly like emot on WhatsApp.

"Accuse me, the new manten is different, huh? The nempel mulu. Yes, my mother lives. May the first night be smooth and long?"

Uh! Why did the topic go straight there anyway? I don't know, if Jiya's face was so fiery from earlier on.

"Ready, Mom!" my reply was clumsy, who was instantly able to pinch in the stomach by Jiya. Surely after the makeup artist left.

And after that, we can be sure what will happen.

"Om Ferdi!!!" jiya shouted, suddenly near the ear.

I think there will be a massive war tonight. It was seen from Jiya who was ready to chase me while holding a mosquito racket.

That's it, God's face. Why the hell, girls get so angry easily? Not afraid of fast creasing, huh?

"Om Ferdi!"

Again, Jiya shouted. This time it looks really serem already want to eat people. Fortunately my instincts were good, so before the devil boy really attacked, I had already gone out.

Unfortunately, my movements are less fast. Because the fitting want to open the door knob, it has been locked first from the outside. Fiks, this must be Momi with Aunt Vivi. Absolutely, two mothers, could have his brain.

"You running away?" jiya asked while laughing.

I just have a thin smile. Anyway, there's no way out anymore. So, the thing I could do was scare Jiya the most back.

"No, I'm ready to open my pants. Inget, it's our first night, you know!" ceplosku while grazing flirtatious, while megangin boxer pants.

I saw Jiya's face immediately shocked. Hurriedly, the rese boy retreated while nagging the mosquito racket at me, as a defensive weapon.

"No! Nope! Just be careful if Om dares to get close again, Jiya stun bird lest he can not stand!" funny threat.

In my heart I laugh. Anyway, she's weird. The turn is pulled back directly blingsatan like a hot worm.

Basic, Jiya-Jiya.

"You sure you don't want to see, you're curious, you know? You know, through textbooks, have not seen directly."

"Om Ferdi!" yelled Jiya while covering both ears.

But this time he did not stay silent. Jiya recalls the attack that led to an incident.

Yep, because the quality wants to attack older people. Jiya feet kesandung her own high heels are still scattered on the floor. Udah that, his knee was also injured due to scratches at the end of the dressing chair.

Very sorry for the oath, but if remembered still just to ngakak. Honey, now he's lashing out because he's hungry.

Finished making coffee, I finally decided to make nyamperin Jiya who looks already entered the room first. Feeling bad, because it made my son angry so.

"Ji!" call me while you knock on the door.

Which turns out not to be locked, keep opening a little. Automatically, I could see Jiya who was lying down while crying as she pleased behind the pillow.

I approached the boy slowly, continuing to sit beside the bed. Slow down, I'm wiping the top of his head, baby. Gini-gini, I also can't bear to know.

"Yes-yes, it's wrong. Sorry, but" I said give up.

After all, facing a boy like Jiya should not be brought feelings. It must be logical and definitely wrong, whatever the risk.

Like the term tuh, the contents of 'the huck is always wrong and the girl is always right.'

Jiya has not yet replied, she is still crying while occasionally blowing her snot with a voice that is deliberately hardened. Other names, side.

"We eat out anyway, Om buyin boba same martabak, wes."

I heard her crying start to stop. Not long after, Jiya's face filled with snot as tears turned, continuing to grin horror at me.

"But Jiya's gone asking for a sling, okay!" he said the enthusiasm that I can only return is the same as a nod of resignation head.

Patience Fer! Consider this the reward of being a good husband.

"Okay, but you wash your face the same shower first. Look, belek just as snotty a lot hih, like Valak." I deliberately teased him again, who immediately got a hard blow in the arm.

"Om, rest!" yells bad.

I laughed softly. "Ten minutes hasn't come down yet, Om just stay."

Jiya glared, but did not reply to my words. Instead, the boy hurriedly entered the bathroom, leaving me who was still smiling due to his behavior.

It didn't feel like ten minutes had passed. Pas really, fitting I glanced at the watch Jiya had arrived at the last rung of the stairs.

Only the one who made the wrong focus was his shirt. Why the hell, Jiya should wear plain white kegedean t-shirts the same shorts. Worse yet, the pants do not look like their shape.

"Have to be well, wear pants that short?" ask me while naro coffee cups on the table.

It was quite uncomfortable pas glancing at the white thighs of the demon boy. Anyway, she wants to go eat what to show off the thighs, anyway?

"Should dong, this is hot again. Why, Om sirik?" reply Jiya relax.

I cleared my throat slowly before pulling his free wrist to get close. To make our position both quite intimate.

"Any more try?" my challenge, Jiya smirked without sin.

Slowly, his hand pushed my chest to stay away from his body.

"Okay, Jiya's changing her pants now."

I just smiled hearing it.