Marry Bening

Cocked

Get out of the bathroom. She's out still wearing her wedding dress. His wet hair was wrapped in a towel. Aslam looked at him more and more sharply, making Bening misbehave.

"Sorry..." Bening. "I borrowed the towel." It seemed that he understood the meaning of Aslam's gaze on him. "Mas, won't you clean up?" tanyanya. He sat awkwardly on the sofa that was in the room.

Actually, what does his wife feel right now? Aslam could not guess his heart. As a person who was suddenly married off should Bening rebel. Aslam got out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. As he entered, Aslam forgot his towel. Then he came back out of the bathroom intending to pick up his towel.

At that time, the first sight Aslam saw was the woman who became his wife was massaging her own leg calves. Clear activity ceases, like a spotted thief.

"Hehe.so over time standing, my feet ache," said Bening. "Mas, have you finished cleaning?"

Aslam approached Bening without even answering his question. Aslam reached out his hand, asking for a towel that was being used in his hair.

"Ah, towel?" Again, as if he could understand an Aslam, Bening was about to take off his towel and give it to him. Aslam was about to accept, but Bening pulled back his towel. Aslam felt arrogant and annoyed!

"Mas, don't have another towel? It's wet you know, Mas," Bening's right. The towel was wet.

Without speaking Aslam set his foot into the wardrobe and picked up a new towel in the closet. The conspiracy entrenched in his heart, Aslam was reluctant to pay attention to the woman who had been his rightful wife. Then he rushed into the bathroom. Behind Aslam's door leaned.

Why was my heart pounding when I saw my wife's wet hair being draped as she took off her towel? She's so sexy, beautiful and.fresh. What a godly mind of damnation!

***

I don't know how long Aslam was in the bathroom. He daydreams not because. It has to be how he deals with the situation that is happening right now. There is a stranger who suddenly becomes his wife. Is he nervous or lazy to face Bening?

Someone knocked on the bathroom door. "Mas, Mas gakpapa, right? Mas passed out?" It was the Bening who said. Aslam was silent and did not want to answer. "Mas! It's all right, right? My mother!" the knock on the door turned into a blow.

Not wanting any noise in the middle of the night, Aslam immediately opened the bathroom door. Get out of there, don't want him to talk and just pass Bening who seems to be worried about him.

"Mas, gakpapa, right?" Bening asked as he followed Aslam into the dressing room.

Aslam remained indifferent and did not respond. He was busy wearing t-shirts and shorts to sleep. At first glance Aslam saw Bening turn his body, turning his back to Aslam as he dressed. Somehow the action made Aslam pull the corners of his lips.

"Mas, I want to talk" Bening said as Aslam finished dressing.

"Udah malem, I'm tired," aslam passed Bening without responding.

"Ah, yes. Mas's right. Okay then, tomorrow we can talk, right, Mas?" tanya Bening felt bad.

"Hm," response.

Aslam went up to the bed, wagging the rose petals that adorned his bed. Then he enveloped his entire body, drowning in a warm blanket. Aslam closed his eyes leaving Bening who was still standing staring at his movements.

One minute...

Five minutes...

There was no sign of being shaken next to where Aslam was lying. Aslam slowly opened the blanket that wrapped around his body, sultry. He tried to peek to make sure there was someone next to him or not. But apparently.empty.

Instantly Aslam opened the blanket wide. As if something was missing, he circulated his gaze throughout the room, looking for the figure who had become his wife. A rumbling feeling from inside the chest he could not control. Though his figure had just been present a moment ago, here.

Ridiculous, why do I leave an empty space next to my bed?

A sense of relief immediately enveloped the heart when Aslam caught the figure he was looking for was sleeping on the sofa room. Her body curled up in the wedding reception dress as her blanket. His hands were folded hugging himself. It feels cold tonight. It was fortunate that it rained when the party ended.

Aslam got out of bed, approaching Bening who was sound asleep on the sofa. He was not disturbed at all when Aslam squatted nearby. Clear eyes that are tightly closed make the lashes look beautiful. Aslam's hand came to a halt even before touching him as Bening suddenly straightened the leg he had originally bent. Shortly thereafter, it was like looking for something Clear tugged at the dress she was wearing to cover her legs. Without permission Aslam held the sole of his feet that felt cold.

Is he cold? He fell asleep while his hair was still wet.

I don't know what's going on with the instincts Aslam is feeling right now. Suddenly he bent his body and his hands moved to lift Bening's body from the sofa. Slowly Aslam walked with Bening who was slow in his arms to the bed.

"Son, have you not.." the sudden sound of the push of the door stopped Aslam's steps and he immediately dropped Bening who was in his arms. "...dur?" Eugene's mother asked.

"AWW!" Bening screeched as his body hit the fur carpet. "Ah," she tried to get up.

"Ups, sorry mom. This abis really mama is not bothering," mama Eugene smiled amusedly.

"This is not what you think," said Aslam flat then casually he walked away from Bening who was complaining and rubbed his butt.

"Lha, you old boy! That his wife was in pain instead of being helped and left behind! How the hell are you?!" Omel mama Eugene, help Bening to stand up. "Aren't you, honey?"

"I'm not really looking, Mom."

"Bas with a brat!" Mama Eugene directly landed her punch on Aslam's back, making him tiptoed and automatically protecting himself as a shield if Eugene's mama bombarded his body. "You're ashamed you don't have to hurt your own wife!"

"What the hell, Mama. I didn't do anything," Aslam dodged.

"Yes, Mom. We didn't do anything. It's a misunderstanding." Bening.

"Ngapa-ngapain also gakpapa, really. Just calm down." Mama Eugene blinked one eye, making Bening's face blush. "Not to be ashamed," his mother Eugene made Aslam wrong.

"Why did you come here? I want to rest" asked Aslam.

"Judes is very. Why do you bother Mama?" Mama Eugene chuckled, Aslam already put on an expression ready to debate his mother again.

"OK-okay, mama don't bother you guys anymore. Here, mama wants a change of clothes for mama's mother. This marriage was sudden, so Bening belom nyiapin everything. Come on, change the dress. Not comfortable sleeping in a dress. It just so happens that my mom has new sleeping pajamas. I think this is right for you," said Eugene's mother of concern.

Bening received his clothes cheerfully. "Gakpapa, Mum. Thanks for the shirt."

"Mama! Call it like Aslam calls Mama. You're also my daughter now," Mama Eugene argued, making Bening fixated.

"Yes, M-ma."

"Yes, change it. Trus break. This too, dry his hair before going to bed. What the hell are you, son? Your wife could get sick later!" Bawel mama Eugene makes Aslam even more annoyed because he is always to blame.

For Aslam Bening to be an adult to do that without having to be told. Everything is on the dresser, including a hair dryer that can be used freely.

"I'm not good, later Mas Aslam disturbed his sleep because of the sound of hair dryer," said Bening made Aslam stunned.

Like a psychic, Bening seemed to know what was in Aslam's mind.

"So much attention to your mother's mother..." Mama Eugene woofing sweet cheeks Clear. "You're lucky to have such a nice wife, son." Aslam doesn't care.

"Yes, my mom left first. Sorry to bother you, if you want to continue, continue... Watch out! The gentle one with your wife. Slowly aja. But love mother grandchild." Mama Eugene pampered with her annoying tease.

Aslam followed Eugene's mother from behind. Then he quickly locked the door after mama Eugene came out of his room.

"Kok locked, Mas?"

Aslam walked up to the bed. "You want, did that happen again? Others may misunderstand!" subsequently regretted.

"Yes anyways why, how could Mas get my jatohin? As I recall, I was sleeping on the sofa" Bening said, making Aslam unable to speak. "Mass? My mother!"

"Udah, change clothes! I'm tired, I'm going to sleep!" Drown your whole body in the blanket.

"I'm just a nanya, a jutek!" Bening grumbled softly, but was still heard by Aslam.

Why would I regret this for him? But he was not wrong. I'm honestly so embarrassed...

***

Aslam Pov's

Next morning.

I don't know how long I slept, considering last night I couldn't sleep at all. Last night I held myself in a blanket that made me stifle. I can't take my shirt off because I don't want Bening to see me shirtless when I'm asleep. Recalling that, I circulated my gaze throughout the room. Wishing yesterday was just a dream. But this dream is not over. Behold, this room conjured up like the bridal chamber has still not changed.

I looked to my right. There are so many gifts that are still wrapped neatly and mountainous. I don't know since when the gifts are in the corner of the room? Makes this room even more messy. Fortunately, the size of this room is so large.

"Morning..." Someone replied. "Just woke up, Mom?" That bright smile made me look at her. "To water first, Mas. Now, I made breakfast," he said, then put down a tray of breakfast that he brought earlier. There is warm milk with fried rice. And I don't think it's mama's making. I'm not interested at all!

I see the current look of Bening. He was wearing the shirt he was wearing yesterday when he overheard our conversation. A simple dress with her skirt dangling below the knees. Her hair was tied high. The color of the peach makes the white skin more exposed, let alone the sunlight that penetrates the window of the room makes it sparkle. What a beautiful sight when you wake up from your nightmare. Nah! It's not a nightmare. I should be grateful to have a wife as sweet as her. And..what the fuck is this? Junior, why are you straight at the wrong time? How humiliating!

I rushed to the bathroom. Don't want my wife to know what's going on between my crotches. I had to splash myself with cold water. I saw Bening looking at me confusedly.

*

"Mas, in the first drink of milk, mumpung is still anget." He threw a glass of milk at me when he finished dressing. I sipped her milk until it ran out. Clear smile. Patiently he waited for me.

"Fried rice, Mas." I gave a plate of fried rice. I refuse to eat anyone else's cooking besides my mom.

"It's delicious, Mom. Guaranteed, Mas must be addicted," he said then as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Come on, sit down, man. Mas must have breakfast, from yesterday Mas belom eat," he asked me to pull my hand to sit.

I glanced at her hand that pulled my hand. Actually I'm upset. Why can I obey him. Erina, I must remember Erina so that my heart will not waver!

Our steps came to a halt when something focused me on his hand. "What's this?" with a reflex move I raised his hand, stained with a bruise that had turned blue.

"Th-this..."

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

Tiredness makes me sleep without thinking about what really happened today. Actually, there are many things I want to talk about with a man who is already my husband. My impromptu husband.

But looking at his seemingly exhausted state as well, I relented and did not want to argue. Tomorrow, yes, there is still tomorrow, right?

*

I am currently in the bathroom. I cried as I stroked my arm that had begun to bruise from Mas Aslam's strong grip last afternoon when he thought I was eavesdropping on his conversation. It gripped right at the bone of my arm that had a pen. My arm hurt even more when Aslam dropped me who somehow did it. Last night, after Eugene's mother left, instead of falling asleep, I held back this pain in my arms and buttocks. Really, who am I supposed to ask for help? Bang Iyo.help me.hiks...

Without bothering the sleeping Aslam, I cried without a sound...

TB