Marry Bening
Not Me

This morning as usual I enjoyed my wife's breakfast. Lately after his return home, his face looked radiant. In fact, on the first day after waking up, I noticed a bruise on her cheek. However, he lightly said, 'Something out, maybe hit something and didn't feel'.

From looking at it I knew there must be nothing. Although urged anything, he managed to cover it up until now.

And about the story about the incident in the hospital at that time, at least I'm relieved that the woman you married me is a good woman. In fact, very well.

I really don't think if that nagging, wound-filled patient is Bening, my wife. Still so vividly remembered, he was someone who dared to raise his hand to touch and rub my head. It felt so familiar, even before the meeting in the hospital garden.

"You didn't forget, did you, Hon? I want my birthday celebrated. As soon as I want us to get engaged again and announce our marriage." Again, Erina talked about it and kept pushing me.

"On your birthday being celebrated, okay, I agree. You are free to choose the theme and place you want. And I'm willing to sponsor it."

"Sponsor?"

"Yes, just think of it that way."

"But, Hon_" Raising my hand does not want to be denied.

"But to get engaged, I'm sorry I can't seem. You know I am married. What do my people and friends say? They will talk about the no-no. Especially if there is one of my papa or mama colleagues," I said later. I tried to hold back the angry growl of Erina who was always pushy.

"You're afraid that people will gossip and complain to your parents? Tell me you're divorced, you don't fit. Effortlessly. Bening will understand too. Aye, right?" Ask then at Bening who was smearing his bread with strawberry jam.

"Huh? Uhhh..." Staring at me and asking with a look on his face, 'What's wrong?'

I grinned at his behavior. The three of us sat together at the dinner table, the chatter that Erina and I talked about was loud and clear enough to be heard. However, he did not listen to the conversation we discussed. Really too...How come there are, people who are not ignorant like my wife, ckckck...

"You're not pretending you don't know what we're obrolin about, are you?" Erina glared. "Our conversation is loud enough to be heard."

"Huh? Emhh..sorry, I didn't listen, hehe.." the chuckles were flat. Then without sin he still enjoyed his bread.

"Yank, how do you just eat bread? Strawberry jam again, don't you like chocolate?" I ignored Erina by asking my wife.

Arguing unimportant but ridiculous things with my wife is more fun than talking senseless things with Erina. Sometimes chat with my wife a lot of ngaco, anyway. But it feels silly and fun. Because the edges always managed to make my mood improve. The morning should start with a good booster mood so that the future is always good.

"Again wish. I also like strawberries. Even this morning I want to eat sweet spicy tteokboki, it looks good. Drinking iced milk cocholate caramel machiatto, unchhh.it was as good as it was," he said, imagining what he wanted, making me chuckle.

"Morning is a strange meal." I put a spoonful of food in my mouth. Then spoon for him with the intention of bribing. But Bening immediately rewinded his body and covered his mouth with one hand. Somewhat disappointed he refused, but he had already eaten bread.

"Don't, Mas.." lowered his hand.

"I want that.(the food he mentioned earlier)...It's even better if Mas Aslam is buyingin," he said at the end of the sentence.

"Do you really want to?"

Bening nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. I haven't seen him that long enough. Tumben really wanted something I had to buy. I was so happy when he asked for it.

"See, try and find it in G-food."

"No..."

"Lha, he said he wanted to."

"Yes I want you..."

"Trus?"

"Don't want G-food...I want Mas who bought it straight to his place. If necessary, I go and choose," he pleaded like a spoiled child.

"OK okay.later all the mas go to the office and anterin you to the store, we stop by first and buy what you want. I hope it's open" I agree.

I tried to feed him a spoonful of food, the bread he had bitten once he put it. Then this time his mouth opened wide and devoured a spoonful of food that I pointed at his mouth. On the sidelines of my meal, I continued to repeat it until without feeling the food on the toilet plate is not left out, even though I deliberately added the portion. Really fun...

Not without reason I bribe and grant buy whatever he wants. My wife rarely eats these days. In fact, often what he eats always comes out again. He was busy working on orders in his shop.

Erina put on a dislike face when she saw our interaction. I totally ignored it. Did ya?

The next step might be that I should try to let go and choose Bening to be my full wife. Can I do it?

In fact, until now I still keep Erina beside me. In fact, I still allow and obey everything he wants. Not infrequently in the end I always forget if I have a wife named Bening.

What kind of man am I?

***

"It looks like today we're going home tonight. Sorry, I can't pick you up," I regretted after driving Bening to his shop.

"Gakpapa, Mommy. I'll go home by myself." Copying my hand. "Thank you. It was lucky to have opened," he excitedly lifted his food parcel into the air. "I'm going in first, Mom. Careful.." opened the door about to get out of the car.

"Wait!" Holding hands.

"Yes?" Turn around and sit back to face me.

I want to ask, are you okay? Did he really not listen to Erina's words at breakfast earlier?

"Why?" Her question broke my daydream. "Mas" His hand held mine. "I don't know." smiled warmly.

My eyes bought, "K-you..."

"I'm rapopo, hehe...I wouldn't be expecting Mas to get engaged and marry Erina again. If we want to get divorced, we can too. But, can you wait another ten months?"

"S-ten months? Why ten months?"

"Mas want to be quick? If so..emmbb..nine months?" the country after thinking.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then?" tilt his head. Why is she so adorable?

Without wanting to talk or discuss this again, I cupped her cheeks and buried my lips on her lips. Biting his lips mischievously, then pressing my tongue in the sweetness of his mouth. I beat him lustfully in an irresistible desire.

Being with him, made me unable to hold back. Almost every day we do it. When the night he fell asleep first, there was always time whether it was dawn or morning and even during the day, I always wanted it. The afternoon when he came to bring my lunch and not infrequently I always steal time 'do it' in the office and of course have to make Mario go from the room.

Oh, ALWAYS, there will never be a word of boredom when doing something nice with my wife.

"Mas." Keep my body away when my kiss is demanding.

"Yank, I'm 'willing'...We continue in yuk's room," my men invited him. Damnit damnit! Junior, why are you so lazy?

"Mas, but right, we were..."

"Why? You don't want to do it again, hm?" Drowning my face in the recess of his neck, sniffing the smell of opium and biting it small made his body stiffen.

"Mas, but in the store already there is Miss Yuni with Brother Iman, tuh." Show it to two people who are busy in the store.

"But what is it, Yank?" weld, pull and put his hand on the heirloom that is already on fire.

"Big, uh!" His face was red and embarrassed.

"Look donk, Yank.let alone later tonight mas go home somehow at what time..." My son is like a child.

"NO! Tteokbokki I'll hunt bad. Also, it was afternoon to go to the office. BYE!" Lightning landed on my cheeks and lips.

I waved at my wife who was still waiting for me to leave. I'm happy, I'm always happy to be with him!

Arriving at the office, I kept smiling. All the way I was unceasingly happy. Be happy? Yeah, I guess it's like that. Happiness is pretty simple. Being kissed by my wife makes me this happy.

"Something else is happy" said Mario as I sat in my big chair and put down my briefcase.

"How "witness? Am I like a persecuted person?" Mendelik responded to his words.

"Of course you're happy if others are persecuted," he said.

"Whatever you are, bye! How's the file for Mr Hwang, is it all right?"

"Lo doesn't believe me? Trus, what about the sketches? How many hours of sleep did you sleep last night?" Ledek Mario remembers that I always overtime completed projects that wanted to be completed soon.

"Alhamdulillah, my wife makes my nights pleasant and I fall asleep soundly without forgetting to finish my work." Intentionally, in an irritating tone I left Mario speechless.

Damn, his lips are kamit!

I grabbed a bolpoint inside the ATK holder and threw it on target at his head.

"ANJ*IMM, LO!" his throat was shocked and angry while rubbing his head.

I, who should have been upset that he had taunted me, made me laugh out loud at the oppressed one.

A good mood brings happiness of its own :)

***

11:00 at night

A very tiring and quite draining day and also emotional. The client this time was quite fussy and we often misunderstood in words because Mr. Hwang was not very good at speaking. Use English is also free, he does not really understand. Speaking his country language? I think Bening is more understanding than me because he often watches Korean Drama.

Remembering the truth I miss him. I took my phone and typed a message on it. I hope he hasn't slept.

Five minutes I waited for a message from him. Is he asleep?

I drove my car, splitting the streets of the Capital City that felt loose. I want to get home and see my wife.

Today, perhaps this moment is either the beginning or the end of an unexpressed love story. Just as my car entered the complex area, the ringing sound of my phone made me quickly lift it through the bluetooth earphones without seeing who was calling. Just one in my mind, just clear.

"Hallo, Hank. You haven't slept?" Sapaku.

"Den.ini si'Mbok." Mbok Narti's voice was shaking.

"Oh, Mbok. Sorry, I thought my wife." Quite embarrassed, I felt silly myself.

"Den..hurry home, Den..." Mbok Narti almost cried.

"Why, Mbok?"

"Non Clear equals Non Erina..."

"They why?"

"Mr Erina..."

"Erina why, Mbok? Hallo's? Mum-but?" The call was interrupted simultaneously with a faint sounding scream.

I drove my car for a while to get home quickly. Panic suddenly rippled.

.

.

.

"Sir, please don't believe me. We can talk good."

"Nothing to talk about anymore. All this time I have been patient enough to see Aslam being gentle and loving you! As long as you're here, Aslam cuek the same me."

"Mr, Ma'am, please let go. It's pain..." Peeking Bening when Erina twisted her arm that contained a pen.

"Non, please don't hurt Non-Bening..." Mbok Narti pleaded.

"ill? It doesn't hurt as much as what I'm feeling!" Erina crazy.

"Mr, please let go!" The sheer thrashing, the pull of her hand overwhelmed Erina and fell lurching to the point of hitting the dining table.

"ERINA!" The scream made Bening and Mbok Narti turn at the same time.

Aslam arrived at the time of the incident, looking as if Bening was pushing Erina on purpose. He ran because right then Erina was unconscious.

"Rin, wake up Rin. Rin?"

I don't know what happened at that time. When I entered Bening pushed Erina to a crouch and fell. His head hit the end of the dining table. And he was unconscious. I pat Erina on the cheek, hoping she wakes up.

"MASCUN SIR!" I screamed uncontrollably as Erina did not open her eyes. "Mbok, quickly call Mr. Maskun ready to take our car to the hospital now!"

"B-well, Den." Mbok Narti running.

"Mas, how's Erina?" A clear voice trembled, approaching us slowly and fearfully.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUH?!" My jerk at that moment made Bening's body tiptoe.

"MAS KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE ERINA, BUT WHY SHOULD IT BE THAT HARD? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO HURT SOMEONE ELSE? YOU SAID YOU WERE NOT DADDY. YOU ALONE ALLOWED ERINA TO STAY HERE! BUT WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, HUH? YOUR BARBARIC NATURE IS NEVER LOST, BUT IT'S OUTRAGEOUS!!!"

Bening's face paled, he looked in shock as he accepted the snapping for the sake of snapping and also my shout.

"N-not me, Mom. I wasn't. I didn't mean to..."

"KALO NOT YOU, THEN WHO? NARTI MBOK? OBVIOUSLY I SAW YOU PUSH ERINA AMPE KAYAK GINI!"

Mr. Maskun arrives, ready to take me to the hospital.

"Mas."

"Shut up and don't go anywhere before I get back! You're really fussing!" my orders were cold, undeniable and unwilling to hear anything that Bening said.

If I realize it now, I'm going too far...

"Not me.not me..."

"Miss..." Swiping his back, calming him.

"It wasn't me..huuhu..."

TB