That boy is my wife!
Simulation of All Of Us Are Dead

Plaque!

Jiya hit the glass bird cage that was right behind my body tight. To the point of making me think he'd slap me in the face.

"Why should violence be used if it can still be resolved properly with a discussion together? Oh, Jiya has changed. Not the rese boy who used to be able to just scream equally angry. In addition, in recent years Jiya also realized that Jiya is selfish. And sometimes it's more self-cooling than Om Ferdi. So, after Jiya thought back after last night we met. Jiya wants to give Om Ferdi another chance. But on one condition."

Jiya deliberately stopped her words just now, to make me curious.

"What conditions?" ask me without taking this word off his face.

But instead of answering, Jiya rubbed the surface of my face gently from the top of my head to the bottom of my chin. Then stop being lipped.

"Jiya wants us to attend the wedding reception. In the past, we married only witnessed by a few family members," he explained that made me lose words, because he did not think Jiya would ask for it at a time like this.

But, I also intend to hold a reception in case we get back together. And thankfully, God granted my request yesterday.

"Can. Where do you want a reception? Building or outdoor?" tanyaku later.

I saw Jiya smiling widely, before drowning her head deeply in the chest of my mid-section wrapped in a black sweater and t-shirt.

"It's free, anyway. By the way, Ferdi's o'clock is so thin, huh?" he said changing the topic while groping the upper chest to the stomach.

I watched her behavior, just smiling thinly. "What do you mean, suddenly touch it like that. We haven't had an hour, you know."

Raising her head for a while, Jiya then nodded. "No means anything. Jiya just wants to make sure Jiya's torn bread is still there."

"Would you like to see?" bargained.

I saw Jiya seem to stop her hand movements for a bit with cute twitching eyes, looking at me. "Maybe?"

"By the origin of that abis you did not run away. How's it?"

In that instant, Jiya immediately gulped her hard-earned saliva. Before then, he sat back in his chair, which was not far across.

"If that, Jiya thought first, deh. Hehehe ..." he replied as he chuckled softly.

We spent some time in Dufan long enough to ride some of the rides of the game. Unaware it was almost midnight.

Me and Jiya who tomorrow both enter in the morning. Hurry up to get in the car to get home. It's just that, during the trip we did not discuss any topics and dissolved in each other's minds.

I don't know, Jiya thought about what. What is certain when I see the look on his face from the tail of the eye at a glance. He looks cheerful.

Unlike me who repeatedly stringed the right words, to invite Jiya to Momi's house, before returning to live in the penthouse.

"Om," called her softly as usual, taking a little sidelong, to face towards me. He was busy holding the wheel.

"So Jiya accidentally squirms the news of the night, he said today there was a rainstorm just as lightning. Instead of why on the street, what if we go to Momi's house?" he continued, which immediately made me turn my head for a moment.

Jiya nodded straight away for sure. "Yeah, Jiya hasn't seen Momi in a long time. How are you, Dad? Oh yeah, did we stop by the fruit shop first? Jiya doesn't feel good to play but doesn't bring anything."

"Next time take him. Momi must have known." I'm suggesting.

"OK, deh."

Arriving at Momi's house. Jiya and I walked to the front door. After that, we did not give any news to Momi, when she wanted to stop by and stay here. You could say, I deliberately made a surprise.

Mr. Tarno who had not seen me for a long time immediately smiled as he waved his hand from the security guard post. He even volunteered to call Momi and Daddy.

But I rejected his good intentions, arguing that Pak Tarno was guarding the security guard post. So I don't want to trouble him.

Arriving at the entrance. I tapped him quietly while greeting Jiya. A few minutes later, the door was opened by Momi from the inside.

Momi who saw me from the door slit, immediately put on her upset face. He even pelted my face with his frog-headed house slippers.

"Still have your face made back? Don't remember what, Momi's message back then, huh? Do not expect Momi will open the door for you, if you are still not looking for Momi's favorite daughter-in-law. Ferdi!!! Momi, seriously, why are you laughing?!" he said at length, which made me and Jiya chuckle.

But Momi had not realized the figure of the rese boy, who was now hiding behind my back.

"You're really well, let's take Momi's name off the family record! Momi is not ma-"

Momi's words instantly hung in the air upon hearing Jiya's gentle call. In addition, his pupils also widened instantly, so surprised.

"Ji-jiya? T-this is serious you?" the question is still confirmed because Jiya's changes are so significant.

Her hair, which used to be often rolled or dyed, is now left to unravel along the shoulder. In addition, the proportion of his body has also been formed well, unlike in the past whose contents are all plywood.

Her character who was a little tomboy at that time had also turned into feminine. Even Jiya who now wears more dresses and skirts than shorts and regular shirts.

"What is Momi's favorite daughter-in-law, Jiyaning Admaja?" ask Momi again. I saw Jiya nod her head immediately.

There was a few seconds of silence. Until the next second, Momi was immediately hysterical. Then hugged Jiya's frail body so tightly. Making Jiya occasionally glance at me, was like saying so tight from just the look in her eyes.

But I chose to laugh. Without interfering in the affairs of both of them. Which straight away, got a sharp delicacy from Jiya afterwards.

"Huwa Momi is very happy that you have returned to this house. Sorry, well, because Momi is not paying attention to your relationship. Actually, two years ago Momi was treated and only able to return home a few weeks ago. So shocked and angry with Ferdi, nih."

Momi suddenly glanced at me. Not to forget, he also raised next to his remaining one of his frogs.

"Ji, would Momi not vent your anger all this time? Momi gatel's hands look for the nabok of Ferdi's ass to be jerky," bargained Momi with a terrible grin.

And shortly after Jiya's head nodded, agreeing to Momi's evil plan. I ran as fast as I could to avoid the all of us are dead simulation that Momi gave me.