Marry Bening

Egg Roll

The next day...

I woke up when the morning prayer rang, without being able to close my eyes again, I hurried away to take a bath and then perform the morning prayer. By using the prayer mat from my wife, of course.

Last night we, I mean, I fell asleep almost eleven o'clock at night. I slept so well last night, I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I usually won't be able to sleep in my clothes. Plus considering my sleeping hours are usually no less than two hours because of the work holic attitude I have. However, last night and the night before managed to put me to sleep with ease as I looked at my wife's innocent face.

My wife? Why am I so happy to say that new term in my life over and over again? Like now...

Today as usual I went through activities that I have been doing all this time. It just so happens to be Monday. I'm getting ready to go to the office. Given so many projects I had to work on because Saturday's impromptu party event made me postpone the work I was supposed to finish until it was done. There are no weekends or other holidays for me. The goal that I have to achieve, must be completed in a short time and quickly so as to satisfy the client who will work with me later.

My activities are as usual. But this time there are some things that are different or change in my life :

There is someone I can look at every time I wake up - later.

There is someone who always reminds me not to leave prayers and eat.

There was someone who made me breakfast and lunch even by forcing me to eat it, as it is now. And the future will probably continue like this. But I actually like it. Hehe...

No one asked me to pick up flowers or mama's cake. Because I think all kinds of flowers in Aunt Lily's shop moved into this house. In fact, the flower girl was now my wife. I gradually understood that maybe my mother meant to match me with him. Fucking mama mode!

And the 5th. Like now, there was a wife who drove me to the front and kissed the back of my hand when I was about to go to work.

There's always something ridiculous that somehow seems to be attached to my wife. Y'all know? What did he do when I returned his hand to salim?

"Eits, I'd like some money, Mas. Not salim! That was it..."

And what would you do if you were in my current position? It's really gedeg, isn't it?

Embarrassed and annoyed enough, I immediately opened my wallet and took out my credit card.

"I want money, Mom. Not a credit card!" Start sucks.

Then I gave him five hundred thousand bills.

"A lot of it, Mas. I need one sheet of doank blue plus 20-cash money for the ojol fare," the protest was annoying.

"No abuse! Just take it!" I'm holding back my speed. Then I gave him the five pieces of money I was about to give him.

"But this, Mas..."

"Whatever! You want to use the cake money, or you want to throw it away, whatever!" sewot. Without willing to serve his ridiculousness I immediately turned my body around.

"Mas" his hand held me. "Don't sulk dong.." he said memelas. Like a kid I'm sulking? What attitude is this?

"It is not good in the morning already pouting, let alone want to go to work. Later his rezekinya ilang..." She was struggling spoiled on my hand.

I swear by what? His behavior made my desire stir again.

"Eh, sorry. Hehe..." Take his hand off my hand. "Mas, watch out for his eyes to jump!" Replying to my glare without fear. "Yes, here." Pulling my palm and kissing the back of my hand. This is the second time. "Be careful. Okay, here I take the money. Makes a lot of it, Mom. Frequently also giving her all," smiled an annoying slenge'an. "Hehe, kidding..."

"Eh, is your mom saying no?" Suddenly my mom called out. Ah, the address isn't done this mah.

Mom came up to me and was clear. I immediately crucified and said goodbye to my mother. "I'll go first."

"Kok, have you done the work yet, son? You should go on your honeymoon, you know.." guess, there's gotta be something to say.

"I've done a lot of work, Ma. A lot of clients are waiting for the project" I replied. Avoiding further questions. "I'm leaving first, it's noon."

"Yes, be careful. But you have to set up a honeymoon project. Don't just do the job project. Anyway mama wants to spit-spet momong grandson," mama chuckles. "Otherwise you guys were last night.ihiw!" seductive mama. Makes me and Bening feel clumsy.

"Babay, Mum! Dahhhh! Don't forget to eat it! Be carefull! Don't be fierce, don't frown too, later the handsome!" Bening waved his hand, shouting indistinctly.

I glanced at the lunchbox I had placed next to the car seat. From inside the car I could only smile at his behavior still visible from the rearview mirror, his last words made me unable to resist the smile that seemed to continue to stick to my face now.

Remembering what my mom said, made me shake my head. I smiled amusedly as I recalled what happened this morning after I had performed the morning prayers. My wife woke up with a bang. Her menstrual blood was translucent to the point of staining my bed linen. Maybe that's what you think we did last night.

Speaking of that. Can it draw blood? Given the absence of any signs that people mentioned about the first night when I did it to Erina. It used to feel good and delicious. Breng sekk!

Erina...how are you doing now?

***

"Hi!" Mario greeted me when he arrived at the office. I just nodded my head in return for his greeting. "Kirain, still hanimunan," ledeknya.

"The vise requested by Mr. Kwon, you're done this afternoon." I ruled over Rio without wanting to respond to his words.

"Yes, not about lo!" Rio pouting. Then he sat on his digital monitor.

For the size of the person who is being heartbroken, I think Rio is the one who can hide his feelings the most. Shouldn't he be angry? Or upset with me?

"Gue never forget that Cibey is my adopted sister and my first love. And I'm also not going to be quiet if you take him. Because, in the first second I saw Cibey cry because of lo, I do not see lo as my spirit again. In fact, maybe I'll run out of you indiscriminately!" sahut Rio suddenly without taking his eyes off his digital screen.

Seriously, his words gave a creep. I'm just as adek not as conceived has the 8th sense what yak? They can always guess what's on my mind.

"But I don't want Cibey to be sad if his brother commits a criminal act. If you got hit elo anyway, I must have Cibey gangkan nangisin her impromptu husband. Let alone a fierce husband, heartless, cold and flat like an elo!"

It really is a child. My pen hit his mouth right then and there. His eyes and hands worked. But his mouth jumped in here.

"Work don't use your mouth!" I refuted his words. I think I'm old enough to digest everything.

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Lunch hour...

As usual I was too busy working on all my projects. Until Rio was used to not invite me to lunch if not for a meeting outside with a client. I put my foot on the table when my back hurts. What does age affect? But I don't think 31 years old is in the old category. My age is just ripe now. Like fruit, maybe it's rannum. Wkwkc...

I leaned my back on my big chair. I closed my eyes while poking at the temple. God, my body is tired.

"Now!" Rio put my favorite americano. Without being told, he would always automatically bring the coffee I like.

"Not eaten yet, eih?" tanyanya while landing her body in her work chair.

"What's that box of supplies from Cibey?"

Supply box? Instantly I turned my eyes to the lunch box that I had brought for me. Ah, I forgot!

"wasn't he? If it is eaten, mending for me only," he said then had moved again from his seat.

I doubt, should I eat it or should I give it to Mario?

"Udah. if you do not want, I redho who ngabisin lunch lo it. I don't want Cibey to be sad that his gift is not appreciated," Rio said it was true.

But why did his offer suddenly sound so annoying? I used to eat less, but since Bening entered my life, I could eat 2-3 times a day. She has only been my wife for two days. And now, my stomach seems to be charging for nutrients. I glanced at the lunchbox I had placed on the small table beside my desk.

"Gue eat!" I snatched the lunchbox as Rio's hand was about to pick it up. How insolent of him! Like a child who does not want to be seized by his toys, I rushed to open my box of taxi supplies. Whereas before, I usually don't care if Rio comot here and there the food. In fact, I'm grateful that he's like an all-eating vacuum cleaner.

"Basic muna lo!" Rio throbbing. I was disappointed that I didn't give her the slightest gap.

"When I want eggs rolled by Cibey.." he looked up and then went back to his desk, then sipped the drink he brought earlier.

I looked at the contents of my cab. Egg rolls, steamed broccoli and clear vegetables that he put in a hot thermos. Not to forget there are crackers and also bananas as a complement. I think it's simple. It looks ordinary. But why was Rio so hoping for a rolled egg that it seemed to indeed taste an egg?

"Cicip if you are curious," he said later. Again, Rio could read my mind. Is it because it looks from the look of my face that is doubtful?

I cut the eggs, then poured the vegetables that turned out to be still warm into the rice. The first mouthful went into my mouth and.it's delicious. Egg rolls that really taste the egg turned out to be more delicious than I thought. Either he put in what mixture, which is obviously so delicious. It was just right, Rio wanted it so badly. One mouthful went back into my mouth, until the next mouth without feeling all my maksi provisions had been toilet.

"Enak, right? I'm guessing, you must like the egg rolls made by Cibey. The proof is that you eat without sharing with me." I saw Rio pouting because not a little bit I was willing to share my wife's food. Hah, why did I become such a possessive husband?

If remembered earlier at breakfast, this cuisine is not served at the dining table. Was this intentionally made impromptu for me?

TB