Marry Bening
Him, Bening!

Aslam Pov's

"Sorry, Mom. I think there's a misunderstanding." The girl interrupted me as I was about to speak. "That's it, excuse me. It's the flower bouquet." Give it to mom.

"Where are you going, honey?" mama held him. The darling? I don't know how many times you called her that.

"I was just told by Aunt Lily to deliver her bouquet of flowers" she said gently, removing her hand from her arm politely. "I'll excuse you, ma'am. And.sorry yes, Mas. I didn't mean to nguping earlier. Hope the show is good." The girl smiled and turned her body. Mama didn't have a chance to refute when I immediately held her down.

"What do you mean talk like that? I'm afraid because I've failed, so?!" I pulled his arm violently and snapped at him until he snapped. I gripped the girl's arm firmly. The distance between us is so close. The girl grimaced in pain.

Damn! Why am I angry for no reason when the girl is about to leave? Feel not willing to go away or his words that pray for the event to run smoothly? Immediately I was struck by panic, fearing that this event would fail. However, why am I so thinking about what will happen at the party this time?

"Son, don't be like this. Release!" hardik mama broke us. I reflexively lowered my head when my mother's hand was about to tap my ear again.

"Mom." The girl held my mother. "I don't know," that sincere look, made mama melt. I could see clearly, those eyes were protecting me.

"You don't go, son." Please mama with raucous. She treated the girl like her own child. Mama never treated Erina like that.

Mama looked sharply at me, "Mama who invited Bening here, because she was the future mother-in-law of my choice. Your future wife!" firmly, mama, it was as if there was a sound of lightning striking back between us.

"I-this.I didn't hear wrong, did I, Ma? She's she? My future wife?" I still can't believe what I just heard. Mama has been insisting since the girl was among us. I was angry, but I was wrong.

"Mom, it's just a prank, right?" Same with the girl. He doesn't seem to believe what's going on right now.

"Yes, you're my man-to-be. There are no pranks what they are! I will marry this old man. Today too!" My mother was reassuring once again.

Whats? Old fella? I wanted to stuff my mom's mouth right then and there. Oops, I'm a prick if I think about that!

"But Mom, I..."

"Don't argue, Bening! After all, Aslam must take responsibility for his actions." Mama raised her hand, not wanting to be denied.

What do you mean by taking responsibility for my actions?

"MA! IT'S INSANE! I DON'T LIKE IT AT ALL! Even know him, no!" pekiku. "And I DON'T WANT TO MARRY HIM! I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED! I just want to marry Erina! JUST ERINA!" yells refuted.

I was angry and so upset. However, again there was this strange feeling that rippled from inside my chest when I insisted on denying it. My heart aches when I see it with a sad look. Are my words too spicy?

"On love and liking it later, son. It will grow as the time you spend together goes on" said mama softly. Then he came back.

"How can you not know each other for about nine months? You often tell me to take flowers!" Excited mama.

"flower?" frowning, remembering. "Ah, yes! I just remembered she was the girl at the flower shop. And you know, I just saw her a week ago. It was unintentional and I don't care!" my dispute.

"Bloom girl?" Mama nodded in disbelief. His hands were on his waist wrongly mixed with annoyance, as if he wanted to melt me completely into the deepest earth.

"DRY! Name's CLEAR!" resolute mom. Suddenly my heart was filled when I found out his name.

Wait up! As I recall Mario once called him by another name. The cibey? A cibay? Arbey ato? Arghh, I don't know! What a curse, this unshaken brain.

"When do you want to get married? You are thirty-one years old. Do you want to marry Erina who is not clearly her juntrungan?" bawel mom. "Your mom's decision is unanimous! Mama doesn't want to know! It was my decision with my mom. Today's party isn't just about celebrating your birthday. But Bening's birthday is your wedding! POINT!" firmly mama then pulled the flower girl I just knew her name was Clear. From his face he still could not believe what was happening right now.

I rubbed my face and head hair, feeling frustrated. Without being able to hold back my emotions again I punched the wall of the room that was in front of me. No longer cared about my mother and also clear of my behavior. I think they were quite shocked when they saw me.

"Natural! What the fuck are you!" Shouted someone from the doorway. "From there, papa let you argue incessantly. Shame on hearing it from others!" Papa. Really, this time my parents showed me other emotions I had never seen before.

"Pa, Aslam, I don't want to hear your mother's words." Mama sulks and complains. Papa turned his eyes to Bening. "She's the wife you chose for Aslam" she explained later.

I clenched my hands. No matter what my fingers hurt by hitting the wall. I really don't understand why my mom and dad suddenly wanted to marry me without asking for my consent first. Moreover, this girl is really not attractive at all in my eyes.

Without answering yes or no. I finally resigned...

***

Just so you know, how furious I was when I saw the contents of my birthday party invitation printed by my mother when I was finished by the MUA in the room. I regret not having read the invitation before. It turned out that the invitation was not just a birthday party invitation, but my own wedding party. In fact, in it was printed very clearly my name was also the name of the girl I was going to marry at this time. Again, not Erina. Except that girl, Bening.

I want to escape from this world. But I paused back when I saw all the invited guests who greeted me with a happy frenzy. The sound of laughter and smiles that are clearly engraved on your face, especially papa, do not want me to ruin the smile. The happy smile I saw last time when I was a kid.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a white wedding dress that really made me suddenly moved. I never imagined I'd wear this beautiful dress on a day that would make me happy. For the parents who love me, I must endure.

And here I am now. The cool daytime atmosphere. I sat in a gazebo that had been conjured with a sacred touch. It is fitting that the feel of this party is decorated all white with flower decorations and crystal lights like sparkling diamonds. The event will be held by Ba'da ashar.

After the ashar adzan reverberated, the atmosphere became silent. At that time the people who were considered important gave some words of welcome and important tips that I did not respond to. I straightened my back when Mr. Penghulu who last year was going to marry me to Erina, said two sentences of the creed. The real sacred event is about to begin.

Do you know, I was really ashamed of this Mr. Penghulu when he asked a question that I was lazy to answer, more people heard it so that not a few guests who were present laughed at me. "This time won't fail again, will it, Den?" Damn! I want to be*ok his mouth right then and there.

And do you know what I want to do now more than to Mr. Penghulu earlier? Not just punching, but I really want to throw the old man who is now right in front of me into the Bermuda triangle.

In front of me right now was the person I knew best. Mario. Rio's a friend who's always been with me. With an irritating smile, Rio stretched out his palm, hoping that I would shake his hand. For a moment I was stunned, not understanding why Rio was taking part in the event today. I really hope that this is just a prank.

"Son Aslam, are you ready? You understand, you must be very nervous. Especially after failing." Wahh, really ngajak this duel, sir!

"But usually at the beginning, after that it must be relieved. Are you right, gentlemen, mothers?" Even so, Pak Penghulu tried to melt the atmosphere.

I wanted to scream right then and there! That's not how I feel! Unless I want to escape from this binding party.

Once again, Rio confirmed for me to return his hand. Doubtfully I reached out my hand, Rio deliberately pulled and gripped my palm firmly. I struggled to pull my hand, but Rio was so stubborn.

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

"Smile dong, Ma'am. It's a wedding day, Ma'am Mas Guanteng is lhoo.." One of the mbak MUA comforted me. I want to scream and run away right now. I can't go anywhere when I've finished being a very beautiful bride.

Really, is that me?

I closed my eyes sitting in front of the makeup mirror right now. Warm tears just escaped from my eyes.

"Yes, my goodness, Ma'am. Don't cry. Later his make up faded lhoo," peekik mbak MUA the other.

Instead of making me stop, it made me want to cry. Sabodo aelah's!

"Mom, what age?" I sobbed asking the age of the MUA mother named Hetty.

"26..." Shamefully he answered.

"Marriage is it?" Sister Hetty shook her head.

"Hwaaa...His mother was 26 years old and wanted to marry. I'm still 19..." I was crying silly.

MUA's parents are busy calming me down. I don't care if they want me back or not. I wish today was just a dream!

TB