Marry Bening
Cibey

"So what was Bang Iyo talking about?" tanya Bening broke the silence that lay as we were on our way home.

After the farewell drama earlier at Rio's house, it made me think of many things. And I drive in a dreamy state. Lucky, Bening asked and made me realize. I almost hit the car that was stopping right in front of me because the red light was in progress and luckily it did not happen because the distance of our car was still quite far.

"What are you asking?" my many.

"Mas, did you talk to Bang Iyo?" ask again.

"Bang Iyo?" I raise my eyebrows. I feel bad to hear it.

"Yes...Bang Iyo's. Bang Rio I mean. What were you guys talking about?"

"Emm, not a chat. Work only, "I replied.

"Ooh..."

Oohs? He asked, the response was just 'Oh' doank? Hah, why should I be upset anyway. What do I expect from her response? Especially when he called Rio with Iyo. Aarrgh, what a childish thing I am!

I reapplied my car when the green light came on.

"Mas, emmh...Do you want us to make a contract?" I almost set the brake impromptu because of that sudden question.

I pulled my car over and stopped. "What do you mean?"

"As in the novels, Mas. Make a contract marriage agreement or whatever it is," he explained.

Oh my God..ni child what is the frequency of reading a high-level cartoon novel yak? I rubbed my face.

"Be careful, the mustard will stick in advance!" Squeezing wet tissue.

Oh, my gosh! Did my wife get Rio's songong virus? No brother, no dick, the guts are one hundred and two hundred!

"Beep." My heart felt like it was coming out when my mouth said its name.

"Yes, Mom?" He shifted his body to face me.

Arghh, I couldn't linger staring at his face which made my defense collapse. As soon as I took my eyes off, I chose to look ahead to avoid it.

"Our marriage is not a novel you read often."

"Trus, so do you want to marry again openly if Erina comes back?" Clear interjected.

"I don't want honey, Mom. Meningan Mas divorced me aja mumpung we just married yesterday."

Jeezahoo!! Really, really bummer this kid!

"Been! I'm done talking!" my snapping.

"Sorry.." bowing his head.

"Ah, forget it! We better get home!"

I'm lazy to talk about this. I don't know why the words that are ready to be strung in my brain become ambiguous when I see the look of his heart and look down afraid of me. I continued driving the car.

***

Before returning home, we took the time to eat first at a lesehan restaurant near a shopping center that Bening recommended. Actually I was reluctant. But the word Bening food here is no less delicious than the cuisine in a five-star hotel.

After the ordered food came, Bening greedily ate his food. He told me to eat. I'm still reluctant. Shamelessly he opened the package of grilled rice wrapped in leaves. Then pinch the grilled chicken meat that he put together with rice and sambal. Then his hand was directed towards me.

"Corn, open his mouth. Cobain is so good. The sambel doesn't matter, really. I asked earlier. I know Mas-nya do not like the spicy," he said.

"Currently, cobain, deh." His hand hung in front of my mouth.

I felt reluctant because of the hand he used to feed food into his mouth. Moreover, he licked his fingers before he opened my nasal package.

"Ah, am I a slob? Sorry I forgot to wash my used hand." He realized. "Oh yeah, this was for me first. I'll wash my hands first."

I held his hand as he was about to feed the food into his mouth. I hesitantly pulled out my hand and put the food in my mouth. Bening felt gasp at my behavior. But then he smiled.

"Enak, right? It's not bad, is it?" tanyanya wants to know my opinion. I just nodded while chewing slowly. I don't want him to know that this food is really good. Yeah.a pretty good taste.

"You again?" I'm nodding. "Okay, now wear this yes, the fried cabbage is sipped." With the typical sound of a small child, he bribed me again. Then he also feeds himself. "Well, let's eat in a five-star hotel again" he said later.

"Fifth star!" my sergeant justifies his sentence which I think is wrong.

"Yes, five-star. Ha ha's. The language of the Thai people, that is. Ahaha.." Clear laugh. Joking crisp. I responded lazily, but his laughter was quite contagious.

I smiled in silence. Like a little boy who was fed by his mother, I obeyed whatever my wife did. I listen to whatever he says. I opened my mouth wide as mouth after mouthful came from his hand. Slutty? Nah! I even enjoyed it a lot. I am excited and want to continue like this. Even this moment does not want to end soon and last long...

Gradually the kebawelannya disappeared, spicy he said, so do not talk much first. If you say, it's very spicy. Many times he gulped down the warm unsalted tea that was in front of him. I want to laugh seeing her behavior. He was chatty but protested to himself. Shitty but adorable.

Ah, I shouldn't be soft like this. However, for a moment I forgot about Erina because of this beautiful moment. The present presence of Bening is like water that sprinkles its freshness on my dry and withered heart.

***

"Ishh tuh son of a bitch politely the same parents!" I heard the grunts of my mother who was annoyed at my behavior. "Eh, have you eaten yet?" tanyanya.

"Udah, Mom. I was the same Mas Aslam ate first at my subscription restaurant," replied Bening who was still heard in my ear as I walked towards the second floor slowly up one by one stairs. I'm only thinking about hearing what Mama and Bening are talking about.

"Well, really? Your Aslam eats?" Mama's eyes sparkled, she was so enthusiastic.

"Yes, Ma. Ampe nambah even." Just as enthusiastic. "Oh yes, Ma. I went upstairs first. Want to sort out my things first," said then so as to make my steps quickly to the room.

He knocked on the room door. He entered and closed the door. The first thing he did was open the suitcase he was carrying. He seemed confused to put his things.

"Mas, can't you, I put my stuff here?" pointing at the dresser. I didn't answer. I don't like my stuff getting mixed up with other people. It will be full and messy later.

"Oh, can. Okay, all right, maacihh," he said smiling, answering himself.

Oh, my gosh! Why is there a girl like her in my room?

Without me evangelizing, the woman lacking morals is setting her own place. Starting from her cleaning the equipment on my dresser, then tidying up mine by arranging neatly into a box that I think is hers. At first I was upset, but seeing what he had done undoes my intention to rebuke him.

For what sake, my equipment became beautifully arranged and neat because I was lazy to clean it up all this time.

Next to him he kept his equipment. My eyes widened when I saw the powder and facial moisturizer that depicted the baby, as well as the lip moisturizer that he put on his cosmetic shelf neatly. Do not forget there are lotions and also cologne and do not know what liquid the baby's picture bottle is. Compared to Erina who is certainly the dresser she will master than mine.

When viewed more closely, my wife Bening is always plain-looking. And she looks cute without wearing make up.

Then, he tidied his clothes into the closet in the dressing room. Without feeling I let her clean up by herself. Still upset about Rio's words that still ring clearly in my ears. And that call of love. Emotions gave me the heart to let Bening finish everything alone until ten p.m.

"Mas, I'll use the empty space of the closet next to Mas's clothes. There were some clothes, but I'm sorry I moved into the next room. Anyway, I'm not messing around with Mas's closet. I just want a place next to it. Just the door, because my clothes are not much, too," he said as he presented a glass of warm milk that he put on the bedside nightstand. Then he sat next to me.

While staying focused on playing the phone, I glanced at that glass of milk. "I'm not a kid who likes to drink milk at night. Better black coffee or hot tea" I said cynically.

Clear snatched the milk glass with an annoyed look. Yup! I managed to upset him so that it was easier for him to divorce me as he said earlier, later, because he could not stand my attitude.

Yes, as long as I pay attention to her and think about the marriage contract discussed by her, I decide that Bening sue for my divorce only. So I don't have to bother thinking about how to get away from it and reason to mom and dad and his family when Erina comes home later.

What a fucking devil is whispering into my ear this way so I can smoothly think about it.

"Who said this milk is for you? I made it for myself," he said infuriatingly, he sipped it on purpose.

"Otherwise, it's not good to drink black coffee at night. It contains cafe. Tar is there, instead of sleeping, Mas even stay up!" his spray is fearless.

"Tea, I'll think about it first."

I'm actually parno! I did think of an outrageous plan, but I was really afraid that Bening would pour the milk that was still puffing the steam on me.

Really sucks!

"Why bang Iyo?" Curious. Still pretending to be busy playing the phone, I hid my arrogant feelings about the call that had just kept teasing me.

"Huh?" Asked for less connections.

"I mean why the call bang Iyo?" I obviously asked again.

"Oh.it." put the full glass of milk on the nightstand.

"Yes.puncall dear to us. I call him bang Iyo. Bang Iyo call me Cibey," he explained.

"Cibey?"

"Yes, Cibey. Crystal Clear. Abbreviated Ci-bey," he explained.

Dear call? How close is the relationship without blood ties? Dan, what is this? Why should I be upset?

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

It's the first day after yesterday's impromptu wedding. Just like Mas Aslam, I'm honestly still not ready for this wedding. Even Mas Aslam had explained how his dislike of marrying me because he was still waiting for his love. There is a sense of pinching in the recesses of the heart when hearing it. I was just as forced as this marriage. But why did the words he said leave me speechless. Especially when Bang Rio gave his message to my husband when they put my things in the trunk of the car.

Mas Aslam lied when I asked him what he was talking about with Bang Rio.

After I finished wrapping the gift and cleaning my things I went to clean myself. Not forgetting the gift I was going to give Mas Aslam, I kept it in my closet. When Mas Aslam went to the toilet after we had lunch together, I secretly went to buy something in the shopping center that was close to the restaurant. Luckily Mas Aslam took too long to the toilet. I don't know what he's doing.

Mas Aslam's position is still the same as when he came home. I don't know what he's doing. I think he's pretty strong for his gadget screen. He didn't even help me at all. How outrageous...😔

I went into the kitchen, preparing what I could give her. I decided to make her some warm milk. In addition to healthy, milk can also make sleep more relaxed. I hope Mas Aslam drinks it.

TB