Marry Bening

CPR or Kiss?

I look at my friends' faces sharply. Then looked at Bening's face which seemed to be holding back his frustration. Without speaking he left us in the room after he slammed the door hard. In the midst of my drunkenness, I stumbled after him. I don't know why I don't want him to be upset with me?

I saw Mario and the others go after my wife by going ahead of me. What the fuck? She's my wife!

Just then, I painstakingly headed out towards the area where the frenzied sounds of loud music echoed in my ears. I saw Mario, Rudy and Edwin seem to be persuading Bening. I approached them and stole to hear what they were talking about.

"Well, you are chasing my wife!" I called out to make them look up to me.

"My impromptu wife.see, they like you..." I'm getting more and more intoxicated. "They want to replace me doing 'that' to you, hm? I really can't do it because only Erina can arouse my passion.you.you!"

"Brake!" Mario growling. He doesn't seem to accept me saying that.

"What's? Lo angry? Lookie! Dear brother who is so loving, no, but loves his sister..." I chuckled, it seemed like I was starting on the verge of my consciousness.

"Enough! You better get Aslam from here, Yo," Edwin mediates. "Let's bini lo, I'm anterin home."

"Lo should focus on your cooperation. Look, how long you've been staying at your place!" Timpal Rudy pointed to the place where a DJ should be with a glance in his eyes.

"Binya Aslam let me anther. Here I am the boss. Because Aslam, he did not allow himself to drive" he continued.

"No! Cibey I'm the one who dropped in! I'm brother! Aslam let you take it! Because of lo, doi is so kayak!" Mario interrupts.

Whoa, this drama moreover? They got together to discuss things that made me even more uncontrollable. Getting angry? Pissed off? Yes, I feel it!

I don't know why my friends suddenly suck like that? And behold! What's so interesting about my little wife? He's just an unattractive teenager in my eyes. But, why am I so upset when they fight over who will deliver my wife?

Wife? I don't know how many times I've said the words that made my heart soar? My wife's...

"Hey.hey!! She's my wife!" I screamed ragged. "Why are you fighting over it? He!" point me. "Is-tri.ku.." I staggered almost to a fall when Edwin held my body.

"Lam, look at your condition! To stand straight you can't afford it now. You better get home with Mario. Danger if you go home with kayak gini conditions. Especially if you drive yourself," hardik Edwin. "Udah, you calm down. Let bini lo, I'll take her," he said.

My hands clenched, with all my strength, I immediately raised my fists against Edwin's face and made him stagger slightly.

Edwin rubbed the corner of his lips, there was blood there. "Fuck, lo!" He was about to throw his punch at me. But Rudy interceded. At that moment we fought each other with a little hit but not a fistfight. We were immediately the center of attention. Even the bodyguards on duty tried to break us. But Rudy as the boss ordered him not to interfere.

I saw my wife leave us with her silence. He stared at us intently and unreadably. And I don't know why my heart was so full of seeing his bead. He shifted his gaze and let us be like a child fighting over toys.

Clear walked towards the bar table and turned behind him - as if looking for something. With the help of a bartender who looks confused when Bening says something that I myself cannot hear because of the sound of music that dampens the conversation between us. Though we are now gathering and noisily in front of the bar table with people who are busy enjoying their drinks while paying attention to the commotion that occurs between us. Because in fact, it is common for some people in this club no matter our behavior.

A bartender came back from the inside with a medium-sized bucket that must have been full of water, considering he lifted it up vigorously.

Then, Bening was seen busy inserting ice cubes available in the ice box under the bar table. He put the ice cubes into the bucket filled with water. Then with all his might he nodded and brought him closer to us. Instantly the action of the debate between us stopped when Bening poured water along with ice that was so cold to us. No doubt, now all eyes are on us.

Congrats! My wife managed to make us the center of attention. It turns out that the soul of the nitizen kepo is still turbulent among a handful of souls left behind in this empty nightclub.

"What the fuck?!" yells annoyed.

He simply put the empty bucket down violently. "Don't I just take you guys to the boxing arena? It just so happens that the place is not far from here. Or do you just want to be there so everyone can see who wins between you and clap their hands afterwards?" designate the area the DJ is in because it is high enough.

"Bey, why did you flush your brother like gini? It's so cold!" Mario screeched in annoyance and.embarrassment.

Bening crossed paths, staring at us one by one. "Let you be aware!" Said later. "What's? You think this is a funny spectacle?" he said cynically to the people who were swarming us. "Have Om bodyguard properly perform the task!" his eyes stared fiercely at Rudy.

Om? Rudy lost on the spot. His mouth was open to refute, yet he was at a loss for words. Only Edwin was wide open to hear what Bening said, even though his own condition was already messy with a cut on the corner of his lips due to my punch. I saw my condition and my friends one by one. We were soaked with a cold that pierced through the bones. Our situation is chaotic, of course, because of my wife. I couldn't help but chuckle in the end either.

"Why is Om laughing? Is this funny?" Bening raised his eyebrows. Make Edwin shut up for a moment. "Hey, Om the owner of an electric club! Why just shut up? Have that big-bodied om-om get rid of the kepo detergent here!"

Rudy was completely at a loss for words. The petite woman before him was really far from graceful impression.

I quickly shook that hand. "Switch my wife! He, it's none of your business anymore!" I was in the middle of my unconsciousness.

L'm mad? Why am I so angry? Is it because I am still under the influence of alcohol?

I clasped my wife's hand and pulled her out violently. At first glance I heard her grimacing in pain, but emotions made me care about her ringing. I felt her hands so cold and then her hands tightened as I held them. Frightened, I felt myself terrified as I passed by the people and the crowds inside this club. I looked back which turned out to be Mario and the others following us. Oh, really, what are they?

Our steps came to a halt as Bening held his body to flinch on the spot as we exited the nightclub. He tried to let go of his hand. Now clearly his face paled, as if blood cells were not flowing in his body. Was it because there was little light inside and only decorated with the typical nightclub lights so I could see his pale face?

Instantly I remembered Bening saying that Rudy was the owner of an electric club. That's ridiculous statement he said. Because that's how it's typical of night clubs.

My gaze was distorted when I realized Bening was leaving me in a daydream. I saw him walking around with his hands fumbling against the walls of the hallway as if looking for something. I was still drunk but he was tired. Withstanding the dizziness in my head I chased after him.

"Where are you going?" I blocked his steps. He ignored me! I clenched my hand, no matter what I would do because I was under the influence of alcohol at the moment.

Yes, it was my fault that I chose the path to gulp the alcohol into my body. "Hey! You dare nyuekin me?" I was upset unconsciously I said rudely.

My annoyed gaze immediately decayed as I saw the bead of the eye as if asking for help. Bening held his chest with a breath of breath.

"In the ma-na lift?" Ask in desperation.

"You why? Hey!" Clear collapsing on the floor, his breathing panted as if searching for oxygen. "Are you all right?" I crouch. Fuckin' expression. There is a strong urge within me that makes this self instantaneously perform actions beyond my common sense. I brought his body closer to me. Hugged her tightly and then buried my lips in her.

Waitaminute! This is not what you think it is. I give cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) or also called artificial breath on him. Slowly, his breathing improved. And his condition began to calm down. I took my mouth out of his mouth. Seeing her lips reddened wet because of my actions made me tempted to taste it back. It wasn't impossible when I did CPR on him earlier, our lips didn't touch. My passion is passionate, I want that sweet chewy meat.

"Why? What's going on?" Mario. I looked at the source of the voice behind me. My gaze changed when I saw my three friends who were actually following to catch up with us later.

This damned brain is starting to think fast. When my wife started to manage her situation. Without defense I bowed my head back and this time I actually clenched her lips that were so delicious. I smeared him greedily. Witnessed by three friends who seemed to be wrong.

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EPILOGUES

Pov

Dizziness struck when my steps entered the area of minimal lighting with the sound of music that was so deafening. I took care of Bang Iyo's fingers tightly and scared. I think he felt it. At that time I arrived at a room with a VVIP. Which turns out in it there is Aslam mas who is lying down with a palm wrapped in bandages.

Before long, this room was crowded because I was surrounded by strange handsome adult men. Wait, I'm not the female lead in the drama series surrounded by four handsome men!

After looking at the strange men, I left them. Do not forget the innocent door also followed to feel my frustration. Really, what kind of talk as if Mas Aslam's friend was harassing me.

Upon arrival in a room full of people in need of entertainment, my steps came to a halt because I was so scared. The trauma that used to hit me and I still feel it. My head got dizzy when I heard the old men's argument that really sucks!

What do they think I am? Hey, guys! My heart aches when I hear everything they say. Don't you think about my feelings? Especially my own husband. I know we don't love each other. But at least, appreciate me!

I am not an item or food that can be tasted carelessly!

My hands were clenched, my feet were inviting this body to look for something that could stop their frontal speech. I stepped towards the bar table and looked around for something behind it. Until a bartender asked me about my interests and helped me give me what I needed. Until what I needed arrived without hesitation I doused the hot heads of those perverted old men with a bucket of water filled with ice cubes. I don't feel guilty, not a bit!

Akh, my hand felt sore as I lifted the bucket. I forgot my hand was special now.

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In this direction my breath is blocked. I was really looking for the source of oxygen when my steps were forced through how crowded the atmosphere inside the club was. Until something chewy touched my lips, sending vodka-scented oxygen into my respiratory cavity.

For a moment my brain freezes, is this CPR or is he my first kiss thief?

TB