Marry Bening
Are You Jealous?

My car is now parked in front of the tightly closed door. The light inside darkened, but the room was still bright.

After getting a statement from Mbok Narti about the arrival of my wife that morning to the house makes the guilt even more nurturing within. The reason is, my good wife actually wanted to surprise and apologize to me. However, he seems to have misjudged. He must have seen something that wasn't the truth.

I ran away leaving Erina holding me back. And now, I'm here knocking on my wife's door with restraint. I pressed the bell repeatedly. However, there is still no truth from within. The thing I kept repeating, even I turned the direction to the front of the store hoping that from the door of the store Bening could hear my arrival. But in fact, it's the same.

I tried calling her. Still, none of the calls were answered. Where exactly is he?

It was so frustrating to want to immediately explain to her, impatiently knocking on the door became a blow. Not even a scream escaped from my mouth.

Astagfirullah...

I think I've lost my mind. Impatient and grousy grasak like unethical and moral. It could be that the neighbors in the complex woke up because of me. Until the sound of the motor stopping in front of the house stopped my actions.

The woman who became my wife was in the bonceng of a man I knew as a friend and co-worker. Slowly my wife got off the bike driven by Mario. His eyes were full of question marks when he saw me in front of the house. Slowly my wife walked. At first I refrained from directly hugging him. However, just a few steps he walked reluctantly when he saw me, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I ran, hugged him tightly as if I didn't want him out of my arms.

"Yank. Ma'am, Yank..." My lips vibrate. "Yank, I can explain. It's not what you see."

"Ehem." Mario got off his bike.

I looked at him lazily. Why are these nights here?

"Why did you come here? Pake there's a screaming show again. Fortunately we got there on time. I don't know how many neighbors come out and throw the sandals right on your face, especially your mouth!" Nyebelin but silly, that's Mario.

"Lo who does motorized nights ria same bini people?" I don't want to lose, I argue with Mario.

"Bag, Bang. We're talking inside. Not good later if there are neighbors who see," invite Bening. Take myself out of my arms. I'm sculpting. Yes, my wife is still angry.

Two cups of hot milk served by my wife were presented on the table. The milk that is still puffing the smoke is giving off a sweet and seductive aroma.

The habits are still the same. Clear will definitely serve warm milk first before we sleep. He said it was healthier than those containing caffeine.

"Mas Aslam, what's up here?" ask Bening flatly. He sat on the sofa next door, raising his legs up. Next to his hand was holding a package of food, as if without sin he was enjoying the food alone.

The atmosphere in the living room was quiet. The two of us - me and Mario, were focused on the woman who was enjoying the food in her hands voraciously.

In my mind I wonder. It's almost midnight. Why does my wife eat that snack? Was he too busy at the store to forget about eating?

At first glance, there seems to be a change in my wife's body. For two weeks without seeing each other, his body felt full. But, it is adorable and getting more beautiful. Does he eat at night like this?

His eating stalled when he realized that Mario and I were watching him. He put down his food and drank a cold drink that was viral after that.

"You want to?" smile awkwardly and then put the drink over the thigh.

"Are you satisfied and full now?" Ask Mario.

Bening nodded, "Yes doongsss.this is really good, Bang. Look, it's abis, right?"

"It has to run out, lha. Abang belain anter you around the night gini ampe nemu tuh wet spring handyman special. If it doesn't end, end your history!" Canda Mario moving the front palm of his neck made Bening laugh loosely.

No, I have to hold myself back!

"Thank you. Brother is the Best!" He held out his two thumbs while blinking one eye.

Oh, totally...Is Bening unaware of my current presence?

"Why are you snacking on unhealthy food like these nights? Spicy again...That drink too, don't you feel cold? What will be the cough?" Ketusku's introgating.

"No. It's even seger." Srrufftt deliberately, he cut his drink. "Mas, would you?" He then offered his drink which was still half that.

I shook my head and automatically pushed my body back even though I was stuck on the back of the sofa.

"Yes, if you don't want to stop coming." Sipping back his drink amid his grunts.

Why did my wife get so annoying? No, the right thing is his annoying attitude back again.

I looked at Bening who was sucking his drink with pleasure. And I don't know why I immediately became interested in wanting to drink it. I had a desire to want that drink. And.no! The drink has been washed. My heart was disappointed and it felt like I wanted to rebel to blame my wife why was the drink spent?

My shoulders immediately sagged feeling disappointed. Because of prestige, I did not show if I regretted refusing the drink.

Wh why? Wh why? Whys?

I felt frustrated because of my own behavior that I did not understand.

"Btw, it's late. Brother better go home. I got what I wanted anyway. Hehe..." Get rid of the obvious to Mario while chuckling.

"Yes...Brother's home. Fuck the durhaka! Hard turn, it was nyariin brother." Mario thieving.

In silence I smiled triumphantly.

"Tomorrow morning you must hand over Mr. project. Ram, Yo!" I said without Mario. "Tomorrow you don't show up at the office, I guarantee you, your desk won't be in its place anymore!"

"Mas too. Cepet home! Erina Nyariin's mother."

Deg, just now that I had the upper hand, the wind just blew away. This time it was Mario who was holding back his laughter.

"What do you look at?" the Plot on Mario.

"Huuhh Ge-eR really lo!" calah Mario.

"Go back, go home!"

"Wahh look out for you ye, ngusir-ngusir brother. Later you will move anterin if you want anything!" mario's son threatened.

"Ih, Brother..." Bening.

"Udah.lo go there!" push Mario's body to leave immediately. "There's nothing I need for Bening." pushed Mario's body away quickly. "Review don't forget Mr Ram's project tomorrow!"

"Yes...King!" Mario pulled the corner of his upper lip pouty. It always sucks to call my name like that!

"Mas should go home, too" Bening returned after Mario told my wife and left the yard on his bike.

"You're also upset with me, Yank?" Pretending to be angry and putting on a face. "Today's malem, Yank..."

"Emang is malem. Trus why?"

"You've come all the way here..."

"Aren't you the same? If there's a bad guy on the road, how about it?"

"Live evil again. The guy's bad."

"Who is evil?"

"Mas Aslam."

Between wanting to ngakak but confused, I have to look for words that make Bening anxious. But that 'evil' remark made me feel even more guilty towards him.

"What if there's a robbery?"

"Living a little money. Money is a lot,"

"You didn't bring the money, how?"

"Ask, want cash or transfer."

"You want cash, but don't bring any money?'

"Yes in transfer."

"No bank or ATM nearby, how?"

"Yes through hp, now it's modern times. There's M-banking, right?"

"It turns out he did not want money, how?

"Kasiin is a car. Tar Mas bought another new car."

Address will not finish this. Why is Bening thickening this, anyway?

"You'll have the car taken, the money already love you, and then the mas killed, how?"

"Yes dead."

"Astagfirulah...Yank...kok you have the heart to say that?"

"Lha, isn't that right? If you kill him, you'll die."

"And there's a critical time too, Yank. Who knows, congratulations."

"Yes, if the hunt is saved. If not, yes.wassalam."

"That's what you do, Yank. Amit-amit....Amit-amit.." knocked on the head and table.

"Mas is also..." Puckered his lips and then lowered his head.

"What?"

"There's no re-broadcast! Ah, ah, go home! Erina nyariin, bothered everything, later," kicked Bening without tolerance.

I'm pecking on the spot. Is there really zero tolerance or a second chance to improve our relationship?

At first, I did not intend to live this household with the woman in front of me. In fact, it didn't even cross my mind to touch her even the tip of a fingernail.

Until in the end I really could not hold back and could not escape from him. Being close to him always managed to make my passion peak.

"OKAY. If you want that. I'm going home now. But before you leave, let me explain everything. You are quite miserable. What you saw that morning was not what you thought. Yes, Mas tau, Mas wrong and Mas khilaf. Mas's lips are stained. But it was actually Yank, not Mas who had the initiative to kiss Erina." Poking two fingers up. "Mas has also avoided, so just a kiss."

"I don't care" he said coldly. I moved to sit next to my wife.

"You don't care, why are you running?" Grip both of his shoulders. He forced his body to face me. "You..jealous?"

His eyes were glistening when I asked him that question. I can't believe I asked him that sentence. As if wanting an answer that satisfied me, I continued to urge him.

"Are you jealous?" I ask once again.

"No, why am I jealous?" answer with a down.

"Look at me while I was talking!"

His face then looked up. Staring firmly and fixedly right at my face. Those sad eye beads always managed to make me melt. The face of ayu and her sweetness that I had always avoided, now always managed to make my gaze fixated on her. As if time stopped spinning, there was only us that night.

I couldn't help but draw my face closer to her. Scoop the sweetness of moist pink lips former bobba drink earlier.

His hand immediately held my chest. My extreme strength held his hand, clasping the tiny palm into my fingers.

I pushed him into the kiss of yearning for two weeks. It's really delicious. The warmth and sweetness of his mouth was really opium to me. Long I kissed her, one hand supported her almost completely due to my passionate kiss. I brought his body into my arms. Then put her to bed on the couch, feel the sound of****** which drapes beautifully in my ears.

Really, I miss him a lot...

After feeling on the sofa is not comfortable enough, I got up and locked the door tightly. I want to explore with my wife tonight in a comfortable place.

Bening screeched as I carried her into the sling and into the room. Locking the door shut, just in case the annoying creature named Mario doesn't show up and interfere with our hot activities later.

***

The sound of vibration on the nightstand coming from my phone made me open my eyes. Next to my hand was heavy when I realized that there was a woman who was my wife was curled up in my arms.

A smile carved from the corners of my lips when I saw it was closed tightly curled up on my body as if looking for warmth. Our bodies are still equally sticky due to the heat activity that was just completed half an hour ago.

The disturbing sound of vibration reappeared. This time with one hand I took my phone so as not to disturb my wife's sleep. I saw the name there. Erina...

It's still three in the morning. Did he sleep and wait for me?

I deliberately did not pick up his call and there was not a single message from him that I read. I don't know why it's so annoying.

Right now, I just want to be with my wife. Hugging it tight and tight is something I don't want to let go and miss. Kissing her is something I can do without words. Unfortunately just by looking at it, especially close to him without wearing a thread like this, always managed to wake my passion back.

Oh, naw! Honey, I'm sorry I can't control myself.

All I can do now is to be on top of it and complete the desire that has been re-awakened. No matter what kind of protection comes out of my wife's mouth. Because in the end only the sound of groans, screams, and scratches from his fingernails that I craved many times.

TB