Marry Bening
Om Mas Ganteng

"Mas, today I'm going to the store, yeah. Kasian mbak Yuni's. He was overwhelmed by receiving the order of the cake. Fortunately when I was sick there was aunty Lily who helped, so mbak Yuni did not accept his order, helped by brother Iman also siih."

It was a blur this morning. It's like yesterday never happened. As usual, she prepared and helped put on my work clothes - dressing me up. I felt awkward because I used to do it myself. However, after marrying Bening, I was like a child who was about to enter Kindergarten, he who took care of all my needs.

I don't know when he started taking care of me? However, over time without me knowing and this has become my habit. And I.happy :).

"Mass?" His activities stopped while tidying up the shirt I was wearing. He looked down, still not looking at me.

Yes, after allowing Erina to stay here for a while, Bening instead continued to avoid me. He allows it, but he himself is worried.

"Hm." Put both hands around her waist. Intentionally getting him close.

"Today I'm going to the store. Can you, right?" Trying to escape.

"Hm." Not taking off my arms.

"Hm what? Can't it be what?" Wrong but starting to feel angry. As much as possible I refrained from grinning at her for laughing at her behavior.

"If you can't, will you?"

"Dude.ih..." Stare at me in annoyance, then duck back. Take off my arms to her.

"Hm." I felt sad, then took my work coat. This time it was me who avoided it - disappointed, feeling neglected.

My response sucks. Although he just married her for a while, but I already know how stubborn my wife is. He was forbidden, but he would go. And I don't know why I'm so lazy just to move a little at the moment. All I wanted to do was to stay by her side and look at her because since yesterday, even though we made love, my wife has been avoiding me.

Clear snatched the work coat I was about to wear. Still unwilling to see me, she helped me put it on. I looked at his face fixedly. Please, look at me, baby!

"I'm beautiful, huh, Mom?" Rectifying my work coat.

"Hm." Not taking my eyes off her.

"I'm the most beautiful person in the world, right?" Looking up at me with a witty sweet smile. Ugh, my heart is weak to see it that way.

"Hm." I know she's kidding, but you're the most beautiful.

"Mother Erina is more beautiful." Head back.

"Hm."

"He loved the most."

"Hm. Huh huh? What's?"

Shit, I was stuck for being too lulled when I looked at him!

"Darling, I mean mas_" Ah, even wrong!

"Gakpapa, I understand," he concluded.

"After all, Erina's mom is beautiful. And from the beginning, Mas' will say that Mas love is only for Ms. Erina. I don't deserve and there's nothing compared to Erina. Maybe I'm just uplifting at my fingertips when juxtaposed with her." Forced smile.

"Udah done." patting my clothes.

"Om Mas Ganteng, ready to work," he said cheerfully.

"Dear." Holding his hand as he left me. Without arguing or saying any more, I buried my lips in her. Adore him with all love.

Of love? Is this really love? Why is that sacred word spoken in my heart? This word feels easier and feels lighter if I reveal it to him at this time.

Ah, I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I just want it - want my wife!

"Mas." My hands are holding me. Slowly he moved my body away with his hands. The hot kiss activity I did to him stopped. Wh why? Wh why?

"Mas, later Mas mess again," he said with a breath of breath. He bowed.

I raised his chin. Make him look at me. "Mas doesn't care. If it has to be messy, you're taking care of it again." Swiping my lips on her lips, then kissed her back mercilessly.

This time the kiss I gave was more demanding and passionate. I took him walking, exploring in the locker room. Pushing and herding Bening over here and there. Even when her body was glued to the wardrobe, I got closer to my body. Next to my hand to support his hollow body. Position yourself as comfortable as possible by lifting a little of his body. Next to the hand, don't ask me what I'm doing. Only grown men know. Obviously, that part is my favorite.

Tok

The knock on the door blew away this warming morning atmosphere. At first I ignored the beat and continued my pleasure. However, the knock was there again, making Bening completely distance me. I growled in annoyance. Because what's behind my pants is already struggling to get out.

Still in such close intimacy, I did not release the hand that was encircling my wife's body. My chest rising and falling from cravings and resentment was the only thing my wife could feel the most. I looked at him who just kept looking down without even looking at me. Wh why?

"Darling..."

My breath gasps. Really, I want to finish this already heightened desire. The smooth white shoulder skin and the hem of the protruding part made me unable to bear to take down the entire fabric attached to my wife's body.

"Mas, it looks like Mbok Narti invited us to breakfast."

Bening pushed my body that did not want to move a bit from him.

"Mas."

"Yank..." Put my nose on his nose.

Tok

I want to kill that person right now for continuing to interfere with my fun!

Damn the alan the alan, I keep swearing in my heart.

"Yes..." Trying to keep me away.

"This is how it is, Yank..." My attitude is spoiled and parched. Put his palm on my future ready to fly.

"Big, uh!" His eyes glared and then hit my chest.

"Akh!" Pretending to be in pain with a shitty look.

"Babelle!" Pinching my arm.

"Aw! Ih this pain, Yank..." Swiping my arm, pretending to tickle.

"Let's see what hurts, Mas?" Panic rubbed his former pinch.

Om Mas handsome?

Yeah, there's nothing that makes me more relieved and happy to see my wife laughing like this. It's okay if he wants to call me all he wants, Mas Raja, Kingkong, or now Om Mas Ganteng also no problem. It's okay if I'm in pain just to make her smile like this. I don't know how long that cheerful smile will last. But now, let me be selfish just for now.

I just want to see my little wife happy...

"It is fitting that you do not hear me knock on the door from earlier. Apparently you guys are having fun."

Erina showed up interrupting what I wanted to see the most since yesterday - my wife's smile and jokes. I don't know since when Erina has been standing leaning on the doorstep of the dressing room by draping her hands together on her chest. Did he enter people's private rooms without permission?

And stupidly we always forget to lock the door.

The smile on her sweet face disappeared. My wife's back sour. With a bow and not dare to look at me he fixed clothes that had not been shaped by my actions before. Not to forget he tidied up his already messy hair ties.

My hands move, helping to straighten her hair. When I remembered Frendian's words yesterday, my possessive attitude appeared unguarded. Did he do the same thing I was doing? That crazy bastard's hand just brazenly touched my wife's hair!

"Mas, let me just. It hurts, Mas." Bening held my hand. Of course I was upset, how dare he reject me! Her husband?

"You refused me to help tie the hair, but you let another man's hand touch your hair" I sighed slowly without regard to the protest of Bening who was in pain from my act of violently tying his hair.

"Yes but, Mas. Aww!" Bening shrieked and reflex hit my hand hard. For a moment I was stunned. "It hurts, Mom!" rubbing his head hair.

"Sorry, Yank," I regretted later.

"I'm sorry, mas." I pulled over my hand that was about to touch her hair.

"Here, I see!" Forcing him to come closer to me.

"Muah, I'm sorry..." He pecked at the hair of his sick head.

"Fruit." This time his forehead.

"Big, uh!" He glared at me and then smiled shyly.

"Ehem. I seem to disturb you," said Erina disperse our activities.

For a moment I forgot that there was a woman I used to love standing there. Being with Bening makes me forget the situation around me.

"Morning, Ma'am." Bening greeted Erina.

"Sir, has breakfast?"

"Why do you think I'm here?" Erina approached me. Then deliberately kept Bening away from my side.

"Would you like to work?" Tidying my clothes.

I'm sick of it, but why can't I avoid it.

"I helped Narti prepare breakfast first." Clear away. Leaving me and Erina in awkwardness.

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

Who wouldn't shrink his heart when the woman loved by our own husband was suddenly present in a state where we - me and Mas Aslam were in a happy moment.

Yes, I think my life is happy right now.

In addition to being a real wife, God is also kind by lowering His grace on me in the form of the deposit of a growing life in my womb.

It's been a week since I learned about my pregnancy. And I still haven't told Mas Aslam. Hopefully Baskoro and Bang Iyo doctors haven't told him.

I don't want to tell Mas Aslam about this pregnancy. When I was sick, Aslam took care of me, how did he know I was pregnant with his child?

I believe that Mas Aslam will definitely accept this child. But I do not want the attention of Mas Aslam only because it continues to love me who is pregnant with his child.

I don't want to take her love from Erina's mother. For the happiness of Mas Aslam is to be reunited with his love.

And now, the thing that really doesn't want to happen has to happen. My husband hugged a woman he had been waiting for for almost a year. And one more thing, there's a guy who doesn't know himself keeps pestering and being rude to me. The man turned out to deliver the woman my husband loved to our home. Erina's mom stayed home because of one thing or another that made her stay with us.

Was Mas Aslam really that much love for her? So that he did not refuse or refute when I allowed him to stay with us? Why is Aslam silent? I want to express my dislike.

Hp-ku vibrates. I saw Mama Eugene's name in the video call. I quickly wiped the water that did not stop dripping from my eyes, then put a happy smile from my face in front of the screen.

"Hi, Ma..." I wave my hand.

"Hi, mama's favorite ghost!!" Kiss away. "Will you ma, honey? Uuh.mama hen xiang ni..."

*missed you

Mom's eyes glazed haru. Makes me want to shed tears again.

"Xiang...Mama..." I'm choked. I really want to cry right now.

"Hey, Honey. Why are you crying?" panic mom.

Yeah, I can't hold back the tears that just fell.

"Gakpa, Ma. I just miss my mom so much..."

"Don't lie! Did your old husband hurt you?"

"No, Ma...I'm..."

Dor dor dor

"Darling, are you okay?! Why are you so long inside? What are you doing again? Yankee?!"

The sound of the pounding and the call of Aslam mas who to many times in front of the bathroom door seized my chat with my mother.

TB