Marry Bening

Mario

Aslam Pov's

"Answer! Why this?!" These damned emotions are truly unstoppable. And why am I this angry when I see the wounds on his body. Without realizing it, I clutched his arm again.

"Mas," Bening grimaced. Instantly I let go of his arm.

"I-this.kemarin Mas who made it bruised," he said slowly while lowering his head, feeling bad.

"I?" don't take what he said.

"Yes, who else? Yesterday I grabbed my hand with emotion." Raised his face, looked at me.

"That's it, I'm not papa. Come on, have breakfast first. The fried rice will go cold later."

Pellucid. The woman I just married yesterday. I don't know what he really feels right now?

Without refuting, I sat down beside him. He handed me that plate of fried rice. At first I felt doubtful, I scooped up the fried rice and put it in my mouth. I reluctantly chewed, but gradually I scooped one more mouthful and again. This fried rice taste.so good. It made me unconsciously finish one plate full of fried rice quickly. Like finding food for days.

I put the empty plate on the table. My wife is smiling. He took his empty plate and followed by a glass of warm water to refresh my throat. I just realized that he was so patiently waiting and accompanying me to finish my breakfast.

"Smart kid." He's stroking my head hair. Makes me feel clumsy. The familiar feeling I once felt when his hand stroked my head hair.

"My made nasgor is delicious, right? If Mas like, I will often make Mas nasgor," he said cheerfully.

"Mama said for almost a year, I never had breakfast. Eating is rare. Pantes aja Mas kurusan," he continued speaking without awkward.

I glanced at his bruised hand. The guilt that was struggling from earlier because of prestige, I can not stand anymore. Yes, it is undeniable, the grip of my finger is attached to his arm which has a stitch. Horrified, but I don't feel ilfeel. Freaky...

"Ehem," I cleared my throat to shake off my nervousness. Honestly, being around him I feel like an ABG child who is PDKT. "Your hand, does it hurt?" Ah, the words that came out were even so, it was definitely a pain. You idiot!

"I mean, do I need to see a doctor?"

He smiled, "I told you, didn't I? I'm gakpapa. Yes, it hurts anyway.and it still feels painful, but really I'm not papa," he said calming.

"Thank you, Mom. I'm worried about you."

"Who worries about you?" Nadaku. "I just don't want to, other people, especially papa and mama think I'm doing KDRT with you," I dodged.

"Yes.iya. I know, really. Don't worry. Just next time, later if you want to snack, do not hold it here ya." show the location of the bruise on his left hand.

"Mas, can hold my hand over here only." pointed at her smooth right hand. "Because only this hand remains normal," he said made me gasp.

"Hehe, my left hand is still fitted with a pen. Right here." Point it again on the hand that there are stitches and bruises.

"Witness, right? It's the stitches from the operation."

For what! I can't speak. There is a rumbling taste in my chest. I feel like I want to embrace it now, hold it tight and cry to embrace it.

"Mas, must be disgusted and embarrassed ya have a wife not smooth hands gini like me? But just calm down, I will not make Mas embarrassed, really. I'll wear a long shirt to cover up the scar on my hand so that other people don't know and Mas don't feel ilfeel," raised his finger to form the letter V.

"Really. Instead I want to say thank you because this handsome Mas wants to marry a girl like me. Walopun actually I am also still confident sii must how.I am still nineteen years old," he said with a soft look. I don't know why I wouldn't accept her not being my wife.

"But really, Mom. I will learn to be a good wife for Mas Ganteng. In any case, maybe this is the destiny that God has outlined for us."

Looking at the woman in front of me is like an open book. Sometimes he's shy, maybe he feels bad. But after that he slashed endlessly, expressing himself without feeling awkward. All I can do is listen while looking at him. However, she is not a selfish woman considering her teenage years.

On the sidelines of his chat, he gave me a chance to open up to him. Unlike Erina who always wanted me to hear and obey her words, even Erina never wanted me to refute or give advice. This girl I just met, it makes me feel good to be around her. But I still can't accept his presence in my heart. It was only Erina, the woman I had given my soul and body to for her.

"There's something I want to tell you. I'm waiting for my girlfriend. Erina," I said without saying stale.

Yes, I have to be serious and firm before we get any closer.

"Erina is in Paris. He told me to wait for him for two years. And a year has passed. There's still a year for us to finish this impromptu wedding."

Bening speechless, his expression flat.

"Maybe you think if I wait for Erina, I should have turned down this marriage. As you heard yesterday by eavesdropping_" Bening was about to refute but I kept talking. "I don't want to ruin your mama's reputation by making news of her son's failed marriage a second time. Never expect anything from this marriage. Especially hoping I'll be the husband who loves you or loves you. Because at any moment, my heart, mind and love are only for Erina!" Ah, why is this mouth without filtering? I saw a soft spot in his bead when I said everything.

"Yes.I understand, really. Just calm down. One year later, if Erina comes home. I'll let Mas come back to her." A smile carved her tiny lips. Instead of feeling relieved, my heart was filled and felt guilty for him.

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?" tanyanya. I could only look at him again.

"Mas, why look at my face, anyway? I'm beautiful, aren't I?" Holding her cheek, cute pretentious. I averted my eyes. Scattered again this time. I swear I am ashamed!

Laughing, he seemed to be pleased with teasing me. Whatever he does, it's all contagious. Unknowingly, a faint smile was engraved on the corners of my lips. I feel at peace...

***

And now, here, Rio accompanied me gloomily. I don't know how many cigarettes he smoked while accompanying me. What is clear is that the cigarette butts in the ashtray are already mountainous. Cih, even though he was so cheerful when he met my wife earlier.

I stared intently at Rio's current expression. Just like the me Erina used to leave behind, Rio's state is a bit messy.

"How many packs of cigarettes did you spend? You want to go to the hospital again because your lungs are swollen?" Someone touched our silence.

"Don't smoke here. Want to make those flowers wither?" grabbing the ashtray on the table and discarding its contents.

"So, you haven't smoked in a long time, why am I beating again?" sewotnya.

"Any yak bath ball from yesterday?" My wife ruffled her waist after sniffing Rio's body.

"Look and try to kiss me, you stink and you know so bad!"

Rio's not picking. Seeing Bening so to him, he was instantly clumsy. "Ciyusan here, Bey? Stinking brother?" Rio sniffed his own body. Then looked at Bening who was standing nearby.

"Huum." Bening nodded. His eyes are full. "Ciyusan! Brother stinks! His handsome brother said for a moment!" hand wagging.

What an interesting spectacle. Especially seeing Rio being misbehaved just because my wife mocked his appearance.

"Ah, bad lo mah, Bro. You sat down but didn't talk. Do you want to be alone, want to be alone?" Beuh, Rio's conch is back. I swear, I want to chop his head to wake up! From then on he who silenced me and was busy with his cigarette, now even blame me?

"But, Brother Cibey's best brother and guaanteng seantaro raya!" Bening said, he held both hands to describe how much he loved Rio as his brother.

The silent atmosphere unfolded for a moment. Rio's gaze became sad, powerless he moved to hug Bening tightly.

"Sorry Brother. That brother was sparing a second with you, Dek." Rio's words shook. "Sorry Brother..." Rio wanted to say something. But his intention was unsettled as he looked at me.

I know, Rio's holding him back because he feels bad for me. After all, Rio is still my best friend. He is always more concerned with the feelings of others than his own. But, PLEASE, Yo! Control both your hands around your waist like an octopus. Why am I getting upset?

"Bao. Ciyusan. I stink..." Bening thrashed to be released.

"Belgium!" Rio instead clenched even tighter, deliberately pranking Bening who wanted to be released. They laughed with each other hugging.

Yes, this time I let Rio hug my wife to let go of her fatigue. Anyway, I understand Rio's feelings. The togetherness of the bloodless brothers made my heart rustle. I feel bad, and I feel reluctant. But I'll make sure that hug is the last time. Because the real owner of that tiny body is me!

What the fuck am I? Of jealousy? WAY NO!!

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"Why aren't you honest if you loved Bening from a long time ago?" my words made Rio turn his head for a moment as we stuffed Bening's belongings into the trunk of my car that had finished packing.

"Yes, I know, yesterday I accidentally heard you cry and angry with Aunt Lily for marrying Bening to me. Is it really because of him, you've been rejecting Cindy for years? I guess your speech at the time was not serious," I asked later and Rio was still silent.

"Lo diem, I mean really." Closing the trunk of the car.

"Lam, as I said before, honestly, I have to say yes because I love Cibey from a long time ago. And.yes.gue disappointed, I'm sad. Because the girl I've loved for years, married my own best friend. And I know elo a long time ago," Rio honestly.

"Although you are quite brengzekk, but one thing is certain, because I know elo from a long time ago, I believe you must take care and protect Cibey to replace me. I know you are loyal. And I hope you can love Cibey as sincerely as you love Erina. And if, it turns out you can't love Cibey, then at that moment, please let go and turn Cibey to me. Lo promise?" Rio raised his hand.

And somehow my hand welcomes Rio's hand, making me promise him.

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

I was busy working in the kitchen to prepare what breakfast I had to prepare for my husband. Husband? Hihi.I blushed to myself.

Until I decided I would make fried rice special for him. Yes, this is the only dish I can make because making fried rice does not take long. My hands felt heavy when moved.

Lucky Mother Eugene, I mean my mother-in-law, didn't seem to focus on seeing bruises on my hands because I deliberately avoided her so she wouldn't see them. Even though I felt misbehavior and shame, my mother must have known how this wound on my hand was. I am grateful my mother-in-law did not ask much or feel ilfeel because she behaved as usual as if my hands were not something disgusting. Mama even helped me when my hands throbbed, she even told me that Mas Aslam was allergic to sea food and spicy food.

Hmmm.nasi fried ala-ala made by Cibey is ready. I hope Aslam likes it. Because I also just found out that he never had breakfast and rarely ate. I'll make this handsome Mas contain again! Hwaiting!!

TB