Marry Bening
That Little Boy, Byan!

With great difficulty Bening got up assisted by a janitor who was transporting garbage in each garbage tub of each house in the elite complex. Bening sat down rubbing his elbow that seemed to be injured, considering that the hoodie jacket he was wearing was torn on the elbow. Fortunately, his injury did not hurt his arm, which had a pen supporting his hand bone. Although the pain he felt because he resisted the impact on the paved road. Just now the bruise was gone, now he even got a blister on the elbow.

"Why, Neng?" ask the janitor in a panic. "I'm sorry, Neng. I must have put the wheels carelessly," he later regretted.

"Gakpapa, Sir. This is me wrong. Sorry yes, sir. The trash is falling apart again." Feel bad when you see garbage scattered from a wheel that was rolled due to his actions.

"Gakpa, Neng. This trash can be cleaned up again. The important thing is Neng is fine." pulled the motor that hit Bening.

"Neng, is there a wound? This is Neng's motorbike that's broken isn't it?"

"My motorbike is like. Thank you, sir, for nolongin." The janitor nodded, then he said goodbye to clean up his trash again after previously helping Bening to stand up and make sure if the girl was okay.

"Ah yeah, you don't have a papa, Dek?" he asked a boy who was still standing and looked in shock.

Clear walking limped towards the little boy. Then he squatted to equal his height with the boy.

"You're not papa, are you, Dek?" Worriedly. The little boy who was initially silent immediately cried loudly.

"Sstt...why cry, Dek? Grandma, is there any injuries?" Panic checked the child's entire body.

"Son's hurt.." she sobbed. "Because I'm brother injured." he said repeatedly with a bit of a whim.

He smiled and hugged the little boy. "Sir is not a kok, Deck. Look, sister's fine, right? This brother is wonder woman."

"No, said papih wonder woman it's my mamih!" She wiped her tears and looked at Bening ferociously.

Bening could not help but smile at the adorable speech of the child.

"Yes.wonder woman is Adek's mother. Now Adek do not cry yes..."

"Son is catty woman!" His exclamation made Bening widen his eyes.

"Catty women my favorite hero! Cute sister kayak Mima. And brother saved me, "his typical children's cerorocos that makes Bening more attractive.

"OKAY. Consider it that way. But, who's Mima?"

"Mima, my beloved cat. I'm here looking for Mima. Papih said, Mima is dead. So I can't look for Mima" he explained.

"Ooh. Oh yeah, whose name is Adek?"

"Byans."

"Byan handsome boy, where is your house? Brother anter home huh?" bring Bening.

For a moment the little boy fell silent and shook his head. "I don't want to go home! I'm going to find Mima! Papih malikin I keep! Keep smearing! Mima's the only one who's always met me!"

"Kalo Byan will not go home, will papih mamih Byan nyariin, you know. It's malem. Kasian later they nyariin Byan," said Bening calming.

"Byan doesn't have a mamih! Papih rarely goes home. Papih said, because of the birth of Byan, mamih taken by God!" Back crying.

"Cup..cup..bull boy, don't cry donk..." Persuade Clear

"Byan won't come home! Byan wants to find Mima!"

"Yes, don't go home if you don't want to. What if Byan comes home with my brother, will ya?" Byan seemed to think then nodded while wiping his tears.

"Good boy." Hair byan. "Look, we're home!" He stood up as he screamed in pain.

"Big brother why?" Byan's worried.

"Gakpa. Brother's leg is cramping," Elak Bening. His sprained leg started to feel so painful.

"Don't," clasped Byan's tiny hand.

Byan flinching.

"Why?"

"Blood Brother's hands..."

"Gakpapa, really. It can be lobbed later. Come on, we let's go!"

With a limped step holding back the pain, Bening led Byan trying to display his cheerfulness. He didn't want to show how much pain he was feeling right now. The pain in the wound on his elbow and sprained ankle began to throb. With great difficulty he invited Byan to immediately ride his matic motorbike.

"Would you like to go home, Neng?" ask the janitor who has finished cleaning up the garbage that was scattered due to Bening.

"Yes, sir," replied Bening. He was sitting on his motorbike to be turned on.

"The motor isn't, is it, Neng? Neng was also sure that was his hand wound?"

"Emm.motor safe as it may be, sir. I am also a gakpapa. I'm staying yes, sir. Again sorry for me. And thank you for helping me out."

"Together, Neng. Maafin you also put the wheels carelessly. Be careful, Neng."

"Yes, sir."

Bening pampit, then forward his bike with a piggybacked Byan sitting in front of him.

***

Aslam Pov's

It's almost nine o'clock in the night. The man I was waiting for did not come. Many times I glanced at the main big door. He said again and again until. But this was over half an hour ago when he last called me. Should I just stick with it? Really, it frustrates me!

Moreover, plus papa same mama who constantly ask their favorite daughter-in-law has arrived or not. They are too anxious.

Walking back and forth that I did stopped when I heard the sound of a motorbike entering the main gate and then stopped after entering the garage. Peering through the window glass, I saw Bening parked his motorbike.

The motors? Since when does Bening have a motor? Ah, yes I just remember the day after tomorrow and he was riding his bike when we came home from Rudy's club.

Remembering the bike made me traumatized. I've been hard-earned not to remember past events. It is not fear of death that would have almost taken my soul if not for someone who became a shield to save me. Of course it's not that I don't remember what happened back then, but I really don't want to remember it.

At that time I thought that it was better for me to leave this world than to live without Erina. It felt like half of my life had disappeared by the time of his disappearance. Sounds lebay, right? But for people who are kasmaran will probably feel the same as me. Especially if that person whose body and soul are already attached to your soul and body as well.

I don't want to remember because it took away someone's life. The man still vividly remembered when the blood rushing from his head was always haunting my dreams. The blood that seemed to flow towards me continued to stick in the shadow of my eyes. It took me a long time to get rid of that trauma. Even though it is still imagined until now.

And so insolent was I that I never asked how the people who helped me were doing. Just because I was scared, afraid that that person would die because of me...

Am I a ghost that makes it stiffen like that?

"M-gold..." Bening turned around putting on a forced smile. Face paled. Yes, right, the blood flow on his face seemed to disappear.

"Why did you just get home at this hour? I let you go doesn't mean you can go and go home." I sprayed him with annoyance.

"I-yes I'm sorry, Mas." Subjugate head. Something was wrong with his expression. His body movements are also unusual.

"Om, don't get mad at my catty woman!" Suddenly a child called out to me. He appeared behind Bening's body. When was the boy there?

"Om evil! It's the same as papyrus!" Later screams.

I'm at a loss for words. My frustration is growing. I came home late, carrying the figure of an annoying little boy. Who is that little boy?

It was filling the little boy's mouth. Provided that he be silent.

"Mas, sorry there was a little incident last time on the way here," he explained. "And please allow Byan to stay here for a while," he begged then to leave me speechless.

I took a sharp look at the little boy. His eyes were not looking scared when he looked at me. There was an outpouring of anger that he felt when he saw me. Well, this little boy is like Bening who never gives up on me.

"Who is that little boy?"

"It's Byan,"

"Who are you?"

"Emmb.he..I..."

"It's unclear!" Mungkasku. "You think this is a social parlor that houses abandoned children?" From his doubt I've understood if anything goes wrong with the little boy.

"MAS!" Clear raised his voice.

Well, now he's starting to dare to fight me. No, from the beginning he did indeed dare to confront and refute me.

"Whatis that? You dare to scream at your own husband?" I'm not less upset.

"Yes..." In other words, he lowered his intonation, trying to give in. And why instead of being proud I became guilty.

"Mas please, huh? Let Byan stay here for a while, "please return. His speech felt weak, like enduring pain.

"Big sister," the little boy spoke.

Beautiful sister? I was getting annoyed to hear the boy calling out to Bening like that.

"Sister, Om it doesn't want Byan here. Gakpapa Byan wants to go find Mima again."

"No!" Bening was about to squat down but then screech. "Akh!"

"Why?" I worried about him for a moment.

"Om evil! This beautiful sister is in pain. He was angry with his brother!" yelled Byan hysterically.

"What's this?" What I wanted to avoid finally came.

"That?"

"What's this about? Mama's heard a noise here," she said.

"Dear mommy, baby, you just got home, son?" Mama immediately rushed over to Bening and hugged him.

Ma, is your son me or is he right? Why is your mother dear to him? Instead of reprimanding her, mama worried about her? Just now when he had not come home, my mother even scolded and nagged me continuously, as if I was wrong.

"Who is this handsome boy?" Mama's attention was caught on the little boy who was standing next to Bening.

"His name is Byan, Ma" said Bening. "Ma, sorry Bening, Bening did not mean to go home late," he regretted.

"Gakpapa, baby. Mama understood," said mama.

I wanted to curse my mom at that moment. Understand said? Then where did my mother understand me when she was incessantly nagging me just because Bening never came home?

"Curl, come in. You are malem, you also have to rest," asked mama.

"Yes, Ma. Aww!" Bening screeched back as he walked. He almost fell if my mom didn't hold him.

"What's wrong with you, son?" Mama's worried.

"Gakpa, Ma. This earlier..."

"Big sister was jatoh nolongin Byan time. Beautiful sister kicked the trash wheel until it rolled." The little boy nodded his clear words.

"Sweet sister catty women it's me! He's my great hero!" Proud of the little boy then.

"Huh? Are you really jatoh?" Screeched mama. "Where do you see that hurts?" checking the body of the Clear. "Oh my goodness...!! Your elbows are bleeding, our clothes are ripped gini ampe. It must have been tight, right?" panic mom.

"I'm not papa, Ma..."

"Gakpapa how? It's dangerous!"

I actually gasped when I heard the boy speak. Not only mama, papa who heard it immediately panicked when he saw the wound on his elbow. I was just sitting on the verge of guilt. I kept nagging her, without even hearing my wife's explanation.

"Based on my husband doesn't know himself!" Mama's punch landed perfectly on my back. Disperse my residence.

"That his wife is in pain instead of being helped by being romelins!"

"Help your wife in, Lam. It's too, " Papa's orders along with the little boy who was led by mama into the house.

I stared at Bening. His face was clearly becoming more pale. Makes an increasingly rumbling taste in the chest. I quickened my pace as he was about to step up with a forced smile from enduring the pain.

Without speaking I lifted his body into the confinement of both my arms. Bening squealed and thrashed wanting to be taken down. I looked at him so he would be quiet. Took him into the house that somehow so many raged in my mind.

Anger, worry and sadness become one. I really don't want anything to happen to him. His pale face made fear appear. Fear that cannot be explained by mere words...

TB