Marry Bening
Respectively

I don't know how many times my phone shook. And I don't know how many times I ignored the call from my mom.

What should I answer him because my mom would ask about us, more precisely about Bening.

Did Bening do the same thing as me when mom called him? Or does she always take calls from her mom? So, what did he say about our relationship?

My HP is shaking short. This time I woke up instantly when I saw the name on my phone screen. A message I received from my wife. You knew? Like getting a lottery prize I'm glad it's not a bitch.

Baby :

Mas, mama called. These two weeks, because every time you video call me in the store and keep looking at you, I say Mas's out of town. I hope I do the same thing to answer your questions on the phone. Because mama said Mas never pick up the phone or reply to mama's message.

After reading it, I felt relieved. Thank you for being so wise in dealing with a chatty mama.

I stared at my phone screen and read the message from Bening over and over again. I replied to her message by asking how she was doing, what she was doing, how she was doing, what her hands were, how she was working in the store, what she had not eaten, what she had not been doing, until the things that are not important and that I hate about Rudy and Byan, I asked. But again, he did not return my message. All of the messages I sent were two-tongued but colorless. He does limit his privacy.

Honey, Mas kangen...

One last message I sent tonight with words I can't stand anymore. Yeah, I miss my wife. Really missed him. It felt almost crazy because the figure who was usually next to me during my nights, hugging me and making love to him, now he was in a different place.

I didn't dare to go to her or follow her to the store. At first, I often went there to persuade her, but Bening's cold attitude and ignoring me made me not continue my efforts to bring her home. Plus there was Mario who became a barrier fortress between us.

Mario is willing to take a day off work and let me work hard to complete a client project alone for two weeks just so I don't get close to my wife. Crazy, it's really frustrating!

If it wasn't for seeing my wife and she thought of Mario as her brother, I might have beaten her all out from the beginning.

What right does Mario forbid me who is the legal husband of my own wife? And why hasn't my wife defended me for two weeks?

Strangely enough, this is the longest period of anger we've ever been through during our marriage. Just because it was a matter of time, she did not even apologize to me anymore after slapping her own husband and instead chose to ignore me.

Tok tok tok tok

The knocking sound on the door was heard again. Erina's. Yeah, he must be the one who comes in every night of my sleep. And I'm gonna keep him until he's gone because he's pissed.

"Hon, are you sleeping?" The mouth and I did not answer. "Hon?" Call him again. "Okay, nice dream, Honey. Just so you know, I miss you. Call me if you 'want' him. I'm ready, Hon! I'm ready whenever you want without having to wait for a woman who doesn't want to be with you!" Pernikin later.

Missed me? Wants me? But I want my wife right now!

What should I do about Erina? I kicked Erina out of the house after my fight with Bening. However, he instead fainted and his state dropped. The doctor forbade me not to disturb her psychic. I don't know what Erina experienced so the doctor said that. Obviously, right now I'm forced to let him stay in my house. I hope my mom and dad don't come out of the blue and stay in Hong Kong until everything is under control and fine.

Yeah, I hope so. I hope my relationship and my relationship is back to the way it was.

It's ridiculous that I didn't care about my marriage at first. Now, I really hope that bad things do not interfere with this new three-month marriage I built. I should have been happy for Erina to return, but it felt as if there was a big rock coming upon me as the women I married moved away and chose their lives in the present.

***

His HP shook and continued to tremble. Bening read one by one the messages Aslam sent him. His heart always wavers especially when he sees the last message Aslam sent to him before tomorrow will definitely happen the same thing.

Honey, Mas kangen...

Her tears are dripping. Her two-week pregnancy made her more sensitive. Bening rubbed his stomach that was still flat while speaking in his heart.

Me, we miss you too, Mom...

It had been two weeks since Bening had chosen to stay away from Aslam after the incident. Not the one where he slapped Aslam. But the day after she felt calm and wanted to apologize to her husband.

That morning, Bening went home. I wanted to surprise her to apologize to her husband. The unexpected thing happened when he entered his room. The sight he should not have seen made him undo his intentions. Bening hid behind a wall in her room as she was about to head to the dressing room where her husband must be preparing to leave for work.

Erina was putting a work coat on her husband's body. His hands twitched spoiled coiled around Aslam's neck. Their attitude seems to be making out.

I was angry and upset. How dare they do that when they are not around. He wanted to hit them right then and there. However, it felt inappropriate, because Erina was the woman that her husband loved. Her rights as a wife may exist because of the book of marriage and the kobul ijab spoken by Aslam in front of the ruler and witnesses. On the bed and in the big house like this palace, she lost to Erina who became the no.1 woman in the heart of her husband.

Clear closed his mouth, afraid if his voice sounded. Flash a shadow of an almost identical incident flashed in his memory. Shadow when he accidentally caught a man who was fondling his lover. He tried to remember, it even made his head hurt and almost collapsed. Accidentally his hand that tried to find a handle instead dropped one of the neatly wrapped gifts in the corner of his room. The sound of the dropped gift diverted their activities from within. Before being discovered, Bening immediately ran away from his room.

When he was downstairs, he passed by mbok Narti. The middle-aged woman was worried because her young miss came down the stairs with tears in her eyes and looked unwell.

"Why, Non? Did the surprise event work? Trus, where's Mas Aslamnya?" Ask worried.

Bening shook his head by wiping his tears. "Gakpapa, Ma'am. I have to go again."

"Non, shouldn't you wait for Mas Aslam to make Non antherin to the store?"

"No need, Mbok. And please don't tell Mas Aslam if I come here. Mbok must promise never to tell Mas Aslam about today" he asked with hopeful eyes and pleaded.

"Non must take Den Aslam to the right path. Don't tell them. If the madam knows, the Mbok doesn't know what to say..." Take care of the fingers of the clear palm that feels cold.

"Mmd!" the sound of Aslam's scream from up there made Bening immediately remove his hand from Narti's mbok.

"I'm sorry, Mbok. I gotta go. Mbok please promise, don't ever tell Mas Aslam if I come here," please Bening back.

"Mmd!" Shouted Aslam once more. His voice is approaching.

"Mbok, please..." Please be clear and this time mbok Narti nodded.

"Mmd!" Aslam's voice was approaching and Bening was actually running.

"Hadeuhh.maclum factor U yes. Called from earlier was not badahut," said Erina scutched down the stairs behind Aslam.

"Bok, did someone enter the room? Ato it's Mbok who came in to clean up?" Aslam asked when he arrived in front of Mbok Narti.

"Bok doesn't know, Den. Mbok from earlier ready for breakfast in the kitchen," replied Mbok Narti lied.

"really? Then, why the gifts can fall.." inquire then muttered in wonder.

"Yeah, Den."

"Trus why are Mbok so nervous? And...Mbok kayak abis. Mbok's not hiding anything from Aslam, is he?" Allegations down.

"No, Den. Excuse me to the kitchen again yes, Den.." pamit Mbok Narti left Aslam and Erina who stood sculpting.

***

I got out of bed after I felt that Erina had left at the door. I decided to go to my office next to my room. The place where I find it difficult to sleep and choose to finish my work because Mario still protested not working and hostile me.

It felt like I was back in time. The time where I haven't been able to move on because of Erina and the accident. Accidents whether the person is still alive or not.

The collision...

That blood...

That girl's...

Arrgh, why do I remember the events that made those nightmares reappear?

The buzz at the table shocked me. Accidentally my hand clicked on the CCTV application on the screen of the laptop I was using then displayed the files stored in the folder according to the date of each.

I don't know where this kepo soul came from. Remembering this, I remembered my wife who always cheered on all my actions and others. And.that makes me miss him even more.

I was looking for the date of the incident two weeks ago. Lazily, I clicked on the files inside one by one. Like a prized fad, I listened to everything from the beginning. CCTV installed at several corner points of the room in this house clearly displays all the events of the day.

It started at the gate that morning. How gasp I was when I saw who had come down from the bully and stopped for a while in front of the gate. I could see clearly he sighed then put a smile on his face when he had calculated what was in his mind.

Beauitiful...

That morning, he wore a dress under the knee baby pink wrapped in a broken white long coat that looks the same as the dress he wears. Not to forget the white sneakers and small bags that he sipped on his body have always been his trademark. Her hair was stall and tied in half. Looks bright and fresh. She is so sweet and feminine. My wife's...

After quite a while looking at him in awe, then I clicked on the next CCTV screen as he entered the gate. Starting from the security guard and driver who greeted him. Then the gardener who was in the yard. And also...Mbok Narti as he walked into the house towards the stairs that I felt he was going to head to our room.

My guess is right and true. He stopped at the door of our room which was installed CCTV on it. Then he entered the room.

Did you know I jumped out of my chair? I looked down at the movement earlier. I retreated backwards and sure enough the figure entered our room. So where was he after? Considering I never saw him back then.

After I noticed the time was when I might be preparing to leave for work. We were supposed to meet that morning. And sure enough, that figure, Bening, my wife came out of the room running.

Meaning, the sound of objects and gifts that fell...Mbok Narti's...

Arghh, I got rid of the files on the table. Hit the table hard. Then I brushed my hair.

"MBOK NARTII!!”

Like a possessed person I shouted that night, making the occupants in the house wake up instantly.

TB