Marry Bening

Kado

"My parents died in a car accident when we were about to return to Bandung. Said aunt Lily, the mother who had been conscious but critical, when it left me with her. Because they are from Junior High," Bening's story later. As if he knew what I wanted to ask him.

"So because of that, I'm the same bang Iyo already like a big brother adek. I who was only lightly injured at that time, was picked up by Aunt Lily and her son. Bang Iyo was still in High School. At that time he said I was 5 years old," he continued, he was sitting back on the edge of the bed hugging a pillow.

"His word?" I scrunched my forehead.

"Yes, because I didn't want the incident at that time," there was a soft spot from his eye bead.

"Eh, wait a minute, my mom. Mumpung inget, I take a moment," he said later.

Bening left me who was still curious. I wanted to pull him away to not keep me wondering. His life story began to interest me. Then he came back from the locker room with the hand he put back. Bening approached me then thrust something behind his back.

"Nih." thrusting a box wrapped in gifts. I put down my phone. Then looked up at Bening's smiling face and stood in front of me.

"Cado. Make Mas," he said, as if knowing what was on my mind. His hand kept moving, asking me to take it immediately.

"Yesterday was Mas's birthday. I'm sorry I just gave you a gift" he said as he sat next to me again.

"Try to open it, Mommy." he ordered.

Quite curious, I opened the package of gifts he gave. Speechless, I can't say anything.

"Where? Like no?" tanyakanya. "I'm sorry, instead of being teased, Mas. And I bought this because in Mas's room there was no prayer mat at all when I was about to pray at dawn," he said carefully.

"But not so praying because it was dawn I hunted 'dapet', hehe...I also bought the same prayer mat for the couple. Then we can pray together...Even though I'm still far from perfect about my religion, but I'm sure we can both improve and live it well" he said cheerfully.

I bowed my head, looking at the soft-furred cloth depicting the ka'bah in my hand.

"Where? Do you like it?" ask again. "I don't know what I like, because. Moreover, surely the gifts are branded and expensive items all," raised his chin pointed at the corner of the room that is still wrapped neatly.

"Where? Like?" this time I nodded. And I see Bening sparkling with pleasure.

My heart is shaking. I am far from perfect to be a good priest to my wife. The wife I married without knowing her first...

"Yeah, that's a baper. Cineh I'm peyukk." Stretch out both his hands.

"What the hell?" I looked away, embarrassed. Moreover, the junior started to react.

Strange, why is it that every Bening near me I'm always straight? Even this desire seemed to exceed the desire I used to have for Erina. Is it because almost a year ago I didn't do it, then this very high 'willingness' started to affect me?

For men who have felt the pleasure of heaven may be one of the main needs. But for quite a long time this desire disappeared along with the departure of Erina. Supposedly for a normal man like me who's ever felt it, wouldn't be able to bear it if a fish came close. I tried several times to express my passion to Jal lang when I was drunk. They ran away and said I wasn't normal because I wasn't straight at all.

I thought at that time it was only one, maybe only Erina could make me 'on'. Fix, my partner is just Erina!

But not at the moment. Just looking at Bening my desire to rebel?

No no! Forget that! Erina, Erina, Erina.

I said his name many times. Hope this desire melts down instantly.

"Mas," called. "Why?"

I moved when his hand touched me.

"Gakpapa, I go to the toilet first." I dodge.

"Mas, really gakpapa? That's red face, you know!" yells.

Without saying anything, I hurried to put the gift I gave on the bed and then immediately went into the toilet and locked it.

I swore many times to myself. In the end, long enough I was in the toliet just to get the junior to sleep. Not to take a shower, because it's getting late. And not by doing other things. I sighed and exhaled many times. Trying to remember Erina's events and treatment that left me. That way, my desire began to subside. Replaced with hurt feelings.

I'm out of the bathroom. I saw Bening lay his body on the bed. He suddenly moved because he saw me. I nodded and lowered my head.

"Mas, how long? A stomachache? Is it because I ate chili? Or is the food not suitable? Or mostly eat?" tanyanya. I see he's worried. But his last question caught me off guard.

Yes, come to think of it in a day other than eating rice, my mouth does not stop grinding food. As if I had never found food for days, I kept feeling hungry. Even Rio who knows about my portion of food felt astonished when I continued snacking and eating the cake served earlier this afternoon when driving Bening to pick up his things.

"Nih." instead of answering his question, I thrust out the bruised ointment I had previously taken from inside the nightstand drawer at him.

Earlier, when we finished eating lunch together, I allowed him to go to the toilet that I continued to buy him bruised ointment because next to the restaurant there was a dispensary. I think Bening also went to Toliet because on my return from there, he was not in his place. I took advantage of the opportunity to buy ointment to treat her bruises because she insisted she did not want to go to the hospital for a check-up.

"What's this?" tanyanya, looking at the title of the packaging of the bruise ointment. "Salep for bruises?"

"Hm. I don't want mama to think I hurt you" I said flatly.

"Uuhh co twit bangedd anyway, Mas.." he said spoiled. The vow! Don't get this onfire anymore! I'm trying so hard to put her to bed. Why should her attitude be so adorable?

"Makacih you know, Mas," thankfully. "Pakein!" Proposing ointment and his arm with bruises.

"Pake it yourself!" Ketusku.

"Ih, very arrogant!" the strangeness. "Eh, but thank you very much, Mom. The card." Bening smiled sincerely. There was a thin glint from his eyeball.

"Corno?" I scrunched my forehead.

"Yes, I love that gift." He pointed out the prayer he gave. "Mas, give me this gift." Poking the bruised ointment into the air.

Ah, ja. Yesterday mom said my birthday and Bening were the same. So my mother forced us to marry on the same special day. But why was he present twelve years later after my birth? Even now to be my wife? God's destiny no one knows.

"Sleep. It's malem!" lay yourself on the bed. I still judge him.

"Yes...Uh, but Mas, when would Mas want to unboxing_"

What the fuck...Didn't she expect this marriage as well? Although the ritual he said the first night was legitimate and the law was mandatory, but I did not want to get involved further with the woman I just knew. Erina. I just want Erina!

"Huh? What do you mean?" With a gawky face and that adorable innocence do not expect me to melt.

"Not pretend!"

"I don't understand what you're saying..." Still pretending to be innocent, makes me anxious myself.

Exhaling a coarse breath, I replied that I should not have explained. Didn't he understand enough of the meaning of his own words?

"Unboxing!" I stingingly threw away my face. "Never wish for more!"

"Well, if you don't want me to make a meaning, too. I was curious about it."

"His mind is guarded!" What is it that is right to think?

"Where can be guarded if the curiosity has struck. Moreover, the gift must be the contents of branded goods. Who knows if it's for me."

"Huh?" Instantly I looked away at him fixedly.

"Huh?" He's just as good.

"What do you mean?"

"Lha, he said not to hide."

"Unboxing?"

"Yes, unboxing. Unboxing those gifts!" Chuckling chin. "In the dressing room there are also many gifts that are still wrapped neatly but are dusty,"

Oh my God..What have I thought?! For the sake of maintaining my pride, I immediately submerged my body under the covers, embarrassed!

"Let it go" I said lazily and sniffly.

"Why? It will be so bad, my mother."

"Will not!"

"Emang, do you know what it is?"

Damnit damnit! Why do I keep answering him?

"Mass?"

"Otherwise?" I got annoyed, revealing the blanket that almost wrapped my body. Clear tiptoe about my attitude.

"Can I sleep here? On the cold sofa, Mas.." he asked. "I promise you I'm not messing around, Mom." Raising his fingers formed the letter V. "But I don't promise that I'll do just one macem. Hehe,"

Dih, this is the child of oath yes, there must be a ngeyelnya! I want to drown his body in my body. Ah, what a godly damned mind...

"Sleep! Turn off lights!" Without answering yes or no, I told him to do it.

"Yes! I can sleep well on a soft mattress," she exasperated. Interpret itself.

I turned around and hid under the covers, shaking my head at his behavior.

5 Minutes later...

Silent...

"Related?" call me.

Still quiet...

"Related?" call me again. I was upset because there was no word from him. I told him to sleep myself.

I woke up and looked at the subject next to me. Though only five minutes ago I still heard his chatter, Bening already closed his eyes. Next to her hand was her cheek. I exposed the children to the hair that covered his face. Beauitiful...

I covered her body with the same blanket. Lower the AC temperature, then turn off the lights and replace them with a sleeping lamp. I unconsciously held my lips.

"Happy birthday.." I said bravely because he was asleep.

I looked at his face, then turned to the bruised prayer mats and ointments that were on the nightstand. With the dismissal of everything Erina was related to, this strange feeling reappeared...

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EPILOGUES

Pov

"Happy birthday..."

I clearly heard Mas Aslam say those words. His words sounded soft, but very sincere. The real me is still not sleeping, of course it feels like to prance on the mattress right then and there.

Mas Aslam, he said if you save money. But behind that cold attitude, there was such a warm attitude of attention. Especially earlier, when I asked a question that was actually annoying. Reluctantly Mas Aslam continued to answer. And I'm glad I managed to tease him.

I looked at the figure beside me. It turned out that Mas Aslam had fallen asleep, sounding his smooth snoring. I took the ointment that Mas Aslam gave me earlier. I cheerfully opened it and rubbed it on the bruise on my hand while sleeping.

"Thank you, Mum. Maybe this is the best gift I've ever had because of the sincerity of your heart. Husband..."

TB