False Passion (Selfish Marriage)
29. Aborted

Like wanting to fall, just sit down. Spirit blazing with hope whole chested, now extinguished disappeared instantly. Feeling Benn has been playing. The man was so impassive. Very hurt with him.

Tin,,,! Tin,,,!Tin,,,!

The sound of honking three times in the back from the direction of the hotel was extremely noisy. Eril pulled over approaching the guard post limply bowed. Followed by the night postman behind him.

The charming young mother wanted to hitchhike for a moment in the guard post chair. Two legs like about to be broken support his body weight. You may faint if forced to stand up.

"Miss, it's the master already coming," suddenly the night post guard spoke in front of Eril.

Eril turned his head not understandingly following the direction of the post guard's index finger.

The jet-black sedan had stopped right in front of the guard post. Eril just looked blankly not interested in approaching. Not very aware of the purpose of the post guard.

Tin,,,!Tin, i,,!Tin,,,!

The three-time horn is again pressed firmly by the driver of the sedan car. I can't wait for someone.

"Madam, that's Mr. Benn waiting. Get on right away." said the postman once more.

Hearing Benn's name, his consciousness and understanding came instantly to his head.

"Will Mr Benn drive me, sir?" eril asked to make sure to the guard.

"Lho, I'm so madam. It's already night. Cook Mr. Benn will let his beautiful wife out on her own at night. Come madam, hurry," said the keeper cheering. Also afraid that Benn will gush and scold.

Eril stood up quickly with doubt. The glass on the front door does not open seinchi goods. It does not look even Benn segagigi who can brush off his rainya. However it was impossible for the post keeper to lie about his master.

Benn seemed to be sitting looking straight as Eril entered and sat down in the next chair. The man ignored and was not interested in looking.

"Benn, are you going to drive me?" eril asked softly sounding trembling.

The handsome man in cold mode did not reply. Just focus on turning the car at the gate and then splitting the highway.

Eril suddenly felt himself being troublesome to the man, who turned out to be quite caring and kind to him. It feels so disinclined.

"Benn, thank you... I'm sorry to bother you so much." said Eril later.

Feeling increasingly unwell. But the eagle-eyed face did not point to his response in the slightest. Keep looking straight at the focus ahead.

"Beeenn, I'm sorry, but" Eril said. Hope the man who has the status of her husband wants a little voice.

"Forced. Lucky is k.o," Benn replied at last.

Although the answer from the mouth sounded spicy and short, Eril felt quite relieved. Feeling Benn was still listening to his words despite not giving a response.

Eril looked again. Observing the man who is now leaning back relaxed by still focusing on the streets. Her aura was still as cold as when talking in the bridal room. Eril was not insensitive to what because Benn changed his attitude to ice cubes so. But because Benn had not urged his question anymore, Eril was silent no longer bring it up.

The often gloomy-faced woman leaned weakly with dim and dim eyes. But do not sleep and continue to want to be alert awake. Just feeling so cold to the bone. The car coolant that was only ignited with the lowest level was biting and stabbing for Eril. But it feels so comfortable for Benn. Men who are always sultry and unable to live in Jayakarta without a cooling machine.

Ciiiii,,,!!!

Benn turned the car abruptly, entering a backdrop in a deserted daytime cafe. Bring Eril inside and choose the right table in the corner.

Ben sat down with Eril without any words coming out of their mouths. Every now and then the sharp look caught the dim view of meu who looked disinclined at him. And hurriedly moving eyes casts away the sight.

They kept quiet until the waiter came to the table and placed Benn's order there.

"Quick spend. If you want to go home soon," Benn said suddenly. His tone still sounded dull.

Benn snatched his glass of milk and set an example for Eril to immediately devour the honey pudding.

Eril was no less excited to gulp his milk glass and connect the spooning pudding. It was so fast and it didn't take long to finish that box of pudding. Even Benn was left a lot of seconds behind to smoothen the box of honey pudding compared to the woman.

"Benn, it's over.... Come on, we're leaving again, Beeenn,," Eril's call sounded softly seduced. Because the delivery man came home was leaning back relaxed and looking far ahead.

The man called to remain silent did not reply. But then stood up and snatched the key on the table. Move to an employee and overtake the payment of money without totalling.

Eril was flushed behind trying to rival Benn's long footsteps.

The early morning journey resumed. The cold snap began to strike again.

Suddenly Benn stopped by the highway. Slightly lifted up from his seat and turned around to the back. He grabbed a shirt that appeared to be hanging from a hanger next to his car window.

"wear. I can't stop the AC in this car." As I spoke, Benn threw the grabbed shirt into his wife's lap.

Eril was a little surprised by Benn's pretty considerate attitude. He held a soft knit sweater shirt on his lap with a raging feeling

"Quickly, wear. Don't let you pass out cold, Eril," said Benn. Stay with ketus too. Not glancing at the slightest girl next to him who often even stole a glance secretly.

"Yes, yes, I will wear this. Thank you, Beeenn," said Eril rather nervously.

Quickly insert his head in the neck hole of the sweater. And the strong smell of the sweater on his nose. The distinctive fragrance was like the scent on Benn's body as he clenched tightly to himself. Drawn flattened thread sweater knit that feels warm to be comfortable and attached fitting on his body..

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It turned out that the cold man who drove home, had understood outside the head position of Eril's rented house. Without asking a word, the car had been propped up in an alley, right in front of the terrace fence. Benn leaned back silently not looking at Eril for a moment.

"Just bring. Don't you let go" Benn's voice just sounded when Eril wanted to take off his sweater.

"You don't wear it anymore,?" eril asked while still holding the end of the sweater.

"I've got a lot of 'em" said Benn without looking at Eril's face.

"Thank you, Benn. Thank you for bothering to drive me. I'm sorry, Benn," said Eril, tilting his back.

Really looking at that handsome face. But what is considered carefully remains indifferent and only looks straight ahead.

"If you need me, just call me, Beenn... Assalamu'alaikum." said Eril later. As expected, Benn did not answer his greeting.

Eril went down and closed the door slowly. There was not even a word from the man inside.

He walked slowly into the terrace and was standing in front of his door. The car is still on the front street. There was hope for Benn to come down and come to him, but his hopes were in vain. The man sat there. There was a faint disappointment that Eril felt suddenly..