Marry Bening

Not Permission!

Less than 10.45 hours...

I woke up with a heavy head. I spread my eyes. Yeah, this is my room. I tried to recall last night's events, the sense of hangover attacking me was stronger so last night's memories only appeared vaguely in my head.

The door to the room is open. It turned out to be mom. I need to get ready to hear your mama's babble this morning. Really, I don't want to get hospitality from anyone!

I quickly drowned my body in the blanket.

"That's mending?" ask mama.

It turns out what I thought was wrong. Mama asked softly even as she sat down and stroked my head wrapped in a blanket. "Kalo feel not well ato still dizzy, mending do not need to go to the office first. After all, you're the boss. Rest," he said gently. There was a trembling tone from his lips. Mom wanted to cry.

I opened the blanket from my body and looked at my mother who was opening her eyes. Then he smiled at me. "Where are you?" tanyakanya.

"Okay" I replied briefly. Why is mom sad?

"Yes, you want to go to the water first or want to eat directly? It was clear that all the food was. But still anget, really," he pointed to the food that was on the nightstand with his chin.

I spread my eyes. Ah, yes, my wife! I remember what happened last night. Immediately I panicked and woke up to help my mother sit down.

"He went to the store, twenty minutes ago," she said. As if I knew what I was looking for and wanted to ask.

"The shop?"

"Yes, she said goodbye to mom to go to the store. He said there was an urgent order, "mama explained.

"Well? What urgent matter required him to go to the store? Why didn't he tell me first? Did he forget he was married? Does he really want to always meet his Bang Iyo? Is my income not enough to meet all his needs?" my boyfriend is like a little boy who doesn't accept.

The earnings? Her need? What did I just say? I shiver with my own words. I immediately got a sharp look from my mother.

Did I act like a husband to her? Am I really saving it? And one more thing, do I meet all his needs? We have only been married for three days, but as a husband I have to take responsibility.

"Let your wife do the activities she likes. Moreover, he only takes care of an old husband who does not know himself like you. You can't control your wife who just stays at home and waits for you to come home from work" explained mama soothing as well as piercing the soul.

The old? Oh come on Ma, am I that old that mama used to call me old man?

"Call your wife if you don't let her run the store. Not too long ago he left after taking care of the husband does not know yourself like you," continued the mother then moved.

"Actually mama really want to ngomelin you at this time. But because your wife asked you not to anger you, so mom took it. And it makes mama sprain at once sad. Mama knows you may not be able to accept Bening. But mama asked for one thing, never hurt your wife. Especially last night you were really outrageous. Your attitude is very childish. Even you puked your own wife."

"Don't forget to eat the soup, then rest. Surely happy if you digabisin food. He also took medicine for you and changed his bandages" said mom and then left my sight. In the end, my mom kept nagging me.

Contacting? Where should I call my wife? Even the phone number I don't have. Right, what kind of husband am I?

I glanced at the food that had been on the nightstand. I prepared that food for me. But why would he leave me when I'm not feeling well?

Immediately I moved my body to approach the prepared food. But the annoyance made me refuse to eat the food so I chose to drown it back in the blanket. Though almost this session of sunlight with the heat through the window of the room.

I looked at the bandaged palm. Last night, what damned emotion made me that easy to smash a glass in my hand? And that kiss, and that desire...

Arrghh...what have I done? Feels embarrassing! Even mama said I was childish and puked her? Ah, really how do I deal with Bening, later?

***

I don't know how many times Bening saw the time displayed on the wall of his store. I don't know how many times he's seen his phone. Time and time again he breathed his breath.

"Napa to Mbak, from earlier see hp mulu..." Yuni, one of the store clerks said.

"Kalo kangen yes stay on the phone," he then teased his young boss.

Bening responded with a smile while remaining focused on finishing her work, decorating the birthday tart order. "Udah done!" irascible.

"Ih, Sister Cibey is the one who talked to me instead dicuekin," shebik Yuni. "Mbak nambek yes because I can not decorate the cake? Seriously, I'm not an expert..."

"What the hell is this Yuni? It's my job, anyway. I'm ah, I'm you to the aer first. It's two o'clock. I want to go home first, Mommy? It's not good to leave the house for a long time, Aslam mas again sick," explained Bening.

"Oah..mas Aslam is sick anyway, Ma'am?"

Bening nodded. "Don't forget the cake entered the show case first, Ma'am," he ordered later.

"Okay!"

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Wash his hands and then wash his face. He silently stared at his reflection in the mirror. His mind kept wandering.

Is Mas Aslam awake? Is Mas Aslam okay? Why hasn't Mas Aslam contacted him until now? Does she need to contact Bang Rio to just ask her husband to work or not?

The thoughts keep raging. Until the voice of Iman - one of his shop clerks - called him.

"Bey, something's coming!"

"Who?"

"Lo's foot,"

"Huh? Seriously?"

"Five rius!"

"Trus, where's Miss Yuni? How did Brother Iman call you?"

"Magain woo your men!"

"You're not funny, brother!"

"What the hell, Brother." Laugh at the attitude of faith.

*

Aslam Pov's

"Ehem." I cleared my throat behind the man laughing with my wife in the bathroom doorway. The man immediately turned to me and raised his face to look at me because instead of being arrogant, my height surpassed it. High Iman - the name of the store clerk - was just as much as I could.

"Eh, Mum. Was it there?" Faith feels clumsy. I thought he felt bad, because he was talking about me. "I'll excuse you to go back first" he said later.

"Mas Aslam!" It shrieked as Faith shifted her body and immediately disappeared. "Mas, how did you get here?"

Hah, why is he asking like that? Can't I come here?

Geez! Why also do I insist on rushing to come here after almost a quarter of a day I look forward to his arrival. And the thing that irritates me is, why did that guy dare to peek at my wife? Yes, even if you just stand in the doorway and clear nothing.

"Silver Faith does not mean to be anxious. I also just wash my hands together wash my face. The door is also open, so there's nothing, either" Bening explained as if he didn't want me to misunderstand.

"Trus I mean, is that okay? How come, come here?" later error.

Again, why does my wife know what I'm thinking? Can he hear the voice of the heart? Or the...

"Muka Mas looks very much BeTenya. Anyone can see Mas again sprained," he said made me gasp. "Haha, kidding, really. It's pretty."

Damnit damnit! This woman really made me feel mixed.

"Why are you here? And why didn't you tell me you were working?!" I'm starting to sewot Bening's stiffening.

"I-i..."

"I hate it when someone does something without my knowledge and consent. Especially you my wife! You may not be allowed to roam!" Wahh, what's wrong with me? What emotion is this?

"I'm not wandering around. And I'm also the same permission mom, really," he argued."Yesterday I went to the store when I asked for money for the cost of ojol and Mas Aslam."

"Oh so yesterday you also went in when I went to work too? Who is your husband? Me or Mama?" My hardikku.

"Mas Aslam" he answered. I'm running out of words I'm gonna have his innocence.

"Partially I've written a memo for Mas Aslam's permission. While sleeping really fast, I don't have the heart to wake up," he explained.

A memo? What memo does he mean?

Overwhelmed with anger I pulled her hand violently, taking her home.

"Mas, slow down, Mas!" Bening. I didn't care when the store's female clerk was about to refute my behavior.

"Baby, pelin! It's sick!" As much as he could, he threw out his hand. "It hurts, Mas.." rubbed his wrist.

Damnit damnit! Why am I so angry that I unknowingly hurt her hand back? The bruise is still not gone, I made a new bruise.

"Let's go home!" take me selflessly to the people who witnessed the interaction between us.

"Mbak Yuni, I'm staying first. I'm tipping the store. Sorry yes, Mas Aslam is sick again," said Bening.

"Sir, I'm sorry yes.tadi because of me, mbak so mengejain ngehias cake &e mesel.." Yuni's voice whispered full of regret. But I can still hear clearly. "But Cibey was very worried that her husband was sick...I'm sorry, Ma'am..."

"Gakpa. I'll go home first, yeah..."

***

"Lho, Honey? You home?" My mom welcomed us when we got home.

"I-yes, Ma," said Bening barking mama's hand.

I left them and sped up my steps so as not to hear my mother's nagging.

"Kok, can you be with Aslam?" ask Mama.

"Mas Aslam picked up Bening, just now," replied Bening.

"Pick up? Really?" Bening nodded. "Wahh mama thought he was in a hurry maxain want to go to the office. That kid is. Turns out, pick you up?" Mama is excited, Bening nodded.

"I'm upstairs, Ma." I left my mom who was still happy.

The door sounds open. He went into the room and closed the door tightly.

"Lock!" My orders don't want anyone suddenly coming to interrupt us.

"Why should it be locked?" tanyanya panic.

"I said keys are keys!" My snap instantly made Bening hesitantly lock the door.

I was standing in front of my window. I exhaled repeatedly with anger. What's with me? After a while I waited for him, my mind continued to wander. The fragments of memory and the shadows of yesterday's events in the office with Hilda, then in the nightclub keep turning. Moreover, these lips, long enough I can again enjoy a very intoxicating lips. Better than kissing Erina's lips. Maybe because I haven't kissed in a long time that would arouse my passion or am I really enjoying that new kiss with someone who is halal to me?

"Mas, why isn't the food eaten? Is the food not good?" The Bening question blew my daydream.

The food? What food? Instantly I turned my back on the body that had been avoiding him so that he would not see my expression.

"Bas don't eat, huh? Though I deliberately prepared it all.." his eyes glazed over. "Mas, angry with me for not having permission to go to the store? But I've slipped a memo here..." Bening crouched down took something under the bed then placed it on the tray.

Bening stepped awkwardly into the bathroom because he did not seem to want to be caught if he was about to cry.

"I-I took a shower first," she said later. His steps came to a halt, then he turned around, "I'm sorry, Mas. But why is Mas so angry with me? I should be the one who's angry, because last night I didn't let you go to the nightclub and get drunk!" he slammed the bathroom door. Made me tiptoe and gawk at the closed bathroom door.

Why is he upset?

TB