Marry Bening
Unforgettable

The girl is innocent. Her face was pale, yet still sweet and radiant when looking at her. She wears a navy-colored negligee dress patterned on small flowers with a waddling skirt on the bottom. His small body is clad in an oversized ivory cardigan that matches the color of the flowers. Only one hand entered, while the next was only attached to his shoulder. His hands were bandaged. It was sad to see him. But that sense of compassion suddenly appeared when he saw the woman up close. There was a feeling stirring within him.

Frendian, the man is now watching Bening who is sitting waiting for the number of the drug taking queue. Right behind the door he sat. From behind he was watching and assessing how Bening looked. With his predatory eyes he was about to maliciously destroy the life of the woman sitting unmoved in front of him.

Free, moving clear hands pull the sagging hairpin out of her hair. His hand moved with difficulty because he forgot that his other hand could not be moved. She felt uncomfortable because her hair was untidy and her protective husband did not tie her properly when he forced her to take her to the hospital.

Her clasps were attached, but there was still some of her hair that had decomposed. Feeling upset himself he finally let his hair be tied up like that. But soon, he took off his hair clasp again and tried to collect his hair with one hand with fatigue.

Feeling annoyed at himself by what he saw, Frendian grabbed the hairpin in Bening's hand and tied his hair properly.

"Thank you, Mom." Clear turned. Smile disappeared. The one who tied her hair was her husband.

"Eh, sorry. I guess, my husband," she apologized then awkwardly. "Thank you."

"It's okay. Sorry for being so presumptuous to help put the flops on. Because I see you have trouble wearing it," said Frendian kindly.

No. gabe. This is the first time he has not pretended. A sense of humanity that makes him uncomfortable and wants to help Bening, arises from his own heart.

"Y-yes, Om."

"Omm?" Frendian chuckled, unable to believe what he heard. This brash little girl called him that. "Do I look that old to be called om?"

"Hehe, sorry...Sis." Bening. His behavior made Frendian who initially only wanted to watch and intend to be sneaky, instead wanted to know him. The smile and innocent expression of Bening looked anxious and made him curious.

"It looks like your hair ties are uncomfortable. Can I help you?" Fresh Frendian.

"Huh? Emh..later I wait for Aslam aja, Brother." reject Bening subtly.

This woman is a good wife. She refuses a foreign man who is not her husband to touch her. Although he did not say clearly the meaning of his rejection, but as an adult man who had loved his lover, Frendian knew how he did not want anyone but himself to touch his woman.

Especially a wife. A legal woman who has been bound by a marriage promise. Of course, you must maintain the dignity and honor for your husband. This little girl is still young. But he knew his limits, and Aslam was lucky to have a wife like him. This even makes Frendian more interested in the woman he just met.

"Gakpapa, here I help. Anyway, where's your husband? I've been here a long time but haven't seen your husband." Frendian pulled the hairpin that he had pinned to tie his hair.

"Eh, Brother. Gakpapa, let it be later." Bening tried to snatch his clasp.

Her long hair is unraveling. Framing her pretty sweet face when she turned around and was about to snatch her hairpin.

Beauitiful...

Frendian was glued to the spot. He condemned how fortunate Aslam was to have a wife as young and beautiful as the woman before him. As a fashion and modeling expert that he wrestled so far, of course he can guess how beautiful and good a woman who became his wife Aslam even without make up.

"Sister, please clamp it." Benny extended a hand. Ask for his clamp back.

"I-this let me help you tie it up." Frendian stays the key. But he was nervous himself. His hands moved quickly touching her hair and then lifted her high and twirled her hair and clamped her tightly. Her hair is so sweet and.

"Done." Frendian was proud and satisfied with what he was doing. He felt ridiculous himself for insisting on tying his hair.

Although awkward, Bening had no other choice. He also felt uncomfortable about his hair being broken everywhere. But he can't let just anyone else let another man touch him, can he? Recalling Frendian who shamelessly forced as he pleased, he felt irritated. Her eyes wailed, hoping that her husband would not catch her at that moment. Lucky because the people around him are busy with their respective worlds.

"Thank you. It's really forced, yeah..." Sizzle Bening then forced smile. He no longer cared about the brother's call to Frendian.

"Omm?" Frendian.

"Okay, just call as you like," Frendian chuckled again. Really fun...

"Still a long time too? I think using public facilities can be fast, it turns out the same," complained Frendian who was not so considered by Bening.

Frendian looked at Bening who did not respond to his words. But that didn't offend him one bit. "What's your name? And why alone? Where's your husband?" he leaned his body forward.

Kep to the po!

In Bening's heart continued to curse the pretentious man. The man was handsome, but still more handsome.

"Frendians." Stretched his hand out to Bening.

Clear glanced at that outstretched hand. And in his insolence, Frendian forced his will by drawing Bening's free hand.

"Good, meet you." Shake your hand tightly. Frendian smiled as if without sin.

"Mas, the mother is very funny, yes" chirped a mother who sat next to Bening. From earlier he listened to the interaction of Bening and Frendian in silence.

"Young people today if you want to know deket ya must gercep. You guys fit!" thumbs up.

"We're not_"

"Pray us to be a fool, ma'am." Frendian interjected without caring for Bening's gaze who felt annoyed at him. In his heart he felt happy, as if he got a new crush that he had to fight for.

***

The queue number passed so quickly. Only two numbers turn Bening to take the cure. His Aslamnya has not been seen. Though long enough he queued around ten people until his turn was called.

"Your husband hasn't returned?" Ask Frendian.

"Yes...Why Aslam, huh? Did he forget where he parked his car? Usually it is like that. I have to catch up with him, "anxiety looks on Bening's face.

He was about to stand up, but only one number of his turn was called. Bening sat back down and sighed softly. She turned to the right and to the left, hoping that her husband would show up soon.

"Why not be?" Again, Frendian asked at the wrong time.

Kepo on the way, people! bathin Bening's.

It was time for the queue number to be called. Bening feel confused, because he does not carry a wallet or cell phone at this time. Again the number is called. Slowly standing up, he walked hesitantly toward the medicine counter.

Some people who were still waiting in line were distracted when they looked at Bening with a strange look and full of detergent ke-cop. Frendian who followed the direction of the people's eyes was fixed on the one thing that made him lose his words but could not help but curl a smile on his lips.

That woman, the woman he had targeted to destroy the relationship was not wearing footwear! Whether he realized it or not, but his actions were ridiculous. It was only fitting that Aslam carried him from earlier.

Hand bandaged bandages, hair in the original loop, negligee plus cardigan sedodorant and. Luckily her plain and slightly pale face looked beautiful.

Fix it! That woman really caught his attention!

Complete already, Bening like someone who suffers endless. Frendian should be happy, because then it can facilitate the action to separate Aslam from his tiny wife. But, his appearance was not like that at the moment. Whatever he saw from the woman was like an angel of heaven to him. Sholeha's wife who is very desirable to any man who becomes her husband.

Maybe Bening isn't that sholeha. But Frendian is convinced that Bening is a good wife and keeps his honor. And that made him obsessed. Because of his depravity, he still wanted a good wife for him.

"All six hundred and fifty thousand" said the cashier when Bening was in front of the drug counter.

"Sir, this is the cure can be tricked first? I want to follow my husband in the parking lot. This is the cure I put here first, yeah." Clear confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Bening tiptoed, for some reason since when Frendian was next to him.

"Mr, husband?" Ask the cashier. "Everything is six hundred and fifty thousand."

"Sir, he is not.." His words paused, his attention distracted.

A noise was heard. Some sisters pushed the hospital bed in a hurry. There is a figure that is clearly recognized.

"Mas...Aslam?" Frowning him. When he really believed the man was his Aslam mas, he quickly left the cashier and ran after him. Followed by Frendian who was curious to see the drama that will take place in front of him.

"Mas Mas! How's this cure?" call the nun to stop Frendian's move.

Frendian turned around and redeemed and paid for the medicine.

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"Mas Aslam!" Shouts calling.

Bening did not care about her leg which was painful due to being scratched on the hospital floor while following her so-called husband was not happy. Until he stopped in front of the ICU room with a breath of breath. His heart was pounding hard. For a moment he rubbed his stomach, forgetting that something was growing in his womb. In his heart he continued to pray, may his fetus be fine.

***

The woman lay weak. Her reddish blonde hair was exposed and any thick makeup she wore, could not cover how many bruises on her pretty face.

How ironic. Is it true that this woman who is lying down is a lover who can refuse my marriage proposal just for the sake of career?

Erina...

My heart was pounding when I saw it. Tired in the chest as if it just slipped. Since when did he come back?

And why would I find him in such a condition?

Her body is thin, like a model. But the thinness this time is different. He looked like someone who was unkempt and unkempt.

And I don't know why I was so panicked that I followed a nurse's instructions to accompany her because after I waited a while there wasn't a single person with her in this hospital. Did he come here alone?

Now, I was in the ICU to accompany her after a doctor finished checking her condition. Erina collapsed due to dehydration and infection of the wounds on her body. The surprising thing again is that the doctor said the main trigger was sexual violence.

Why is he so fucked up? What exactly happened to him to the extent that the doctor convicted what happened to him? Why was he in Indonesia and when was he here? Because as I recall the ten months of his contract in Paris are over. My mind kept wondering and making me dizzy.

Yeah, there's a lot I want to ask him. But, it felt very reluctant to ask because for me it was now stale!

"Hon..." That soft voice sounded. I felt gasp when I heard it.

That call, the one I've been missing all along. But now it feels so bland.

"Hon, I miss you so much." He suddenly woke up and hugged me tightly.

TB