Marry Bening

Memo

Morning meter

Uh, I don't know what time you wake up, hehe..

Smoga this food can restore the energy of Mas Aslam.

Eaten yes...

I'm sorry I didn't give permission and did not say goodbye to Mas to go to the store, I can't bear to wake up Mas Aslam.

But I have the same permission as my mom.

If there is anything, please call me here 08xxxxxxxx

Pellucid

I read the writing on the piece of paper that Bening had picked up and tucked on the tray. Since when did this memo fall out of place? I glanced at the food that was getting cold. What kind of husband am I?

By putting ego first, I hurt others - my own wife.

I looked at the bathroom door that had been sealed shut. I don't know how long it's been in there. Considering that there was a drop of water in the corner of his eye, I was sure that Bening was crying. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my face. I feel guilty...

My eyes were on the food I still hadn't touched at all. It seemed like Bening was indeed providing the food with great difficulty. I slowly took the rice in a dish and mixed it with the soup served in a bowl. I was about to feed a spoonful of this food into my mouth before the screeching sound was hastened and stopped my activities.

"Mas! What's to do?" Clear snatched the spoon that was about to enter my mouth until the spoonful of rice splashed on the floor. Luckily the plate I was holding did not fall.

"How much rice do you eat?" ask her in panic.

"I haven't had a chance to eat, you've taken it," I upset.

"Ah, thank goodness..." Legacy.

"Why? Didn't you tell me to eat?"

"Yes, but not this time either, Mas. This is cold food. If you are laper, wait a minute. I'm angetin first." Taking the tray and hurrying away, he took it after cleaning the rice that was scattered on the floor with his hands.

I saw Bening go away. I'm glad he was so worried about me. But, since when did he come out of the bathroom and have changed clothes?

***

Bening thrust drinking water after I finish the food that had been warmed. I took it to the toilet with the medicine he gave me. I glanced at the empty plates. Am I greedy or hungry? How humiliating. He began to clean up the empty dishes and took them to the kitchen.

Almost an hour later, Bening did not reveal his nose. I'm getting pissed. And why am I so upset?

As if fear of loss haunted me. Moreover, just now, with great difficulty I forced myself in the midst of a very painful dizziness hit my head to pick him up. There's a feeling I don't want to be left out...

Come to think of it, this is the first time I'm not working because I'm not feeling well. Usually under any circumstances I would invite my body to keep working.

Speaking of work, is the situation in the office okay?

What about Hilda? Has he resigned? I need to call Mario.

I took my phone and immediately searched for Mario's name on the contact and almost pressed the call button when I undo my intention later. No no! Considering what happened last night, I'm really ashamed of Mario.

Arghh, what should I do if I see him tomorrow?

Especially Rudy and Edwin, how do I deal with them? Moreover, my wife did the unexpected last night. Given that, I smiled to myself.

But where does it hurt? Isn't it natural that I do? Isn't it legal if I kiss my wife? It's even halal, isn't it?

Ohoo, what the fuck am I? Like a child who does not want to linger behind his mother, I continue to sulk and want to continue to be accompanied.

I get out of my bed. Throwing the tv remote that has been the victim of my thumb bully because it keeps circling changing the channel.

My steps stopped when I saw how many gifts were still wrapped neatly in the corner of the room. Got back to the chat last night when my wife asked me something that was not important because she wanted to unboxing the gifts. Yeah, those gifts, should I open them? Very lazy because I had guessed what it was. The gifts will not change because the sender who gave it vying to highlight branded goods just want to look appropriate in our eyes.

Given the gift, maybe the gift my wife gave me was more valuable than the gifts. And forgive my servant, O Allah, today I am absent from your sight. 🙈

These footsteps moved wide open the glass door of my room, catching the noise I heard from my hearing. I went out and stood on the balcony. An unexpected sight happened. I saw Bening was joking with the driver and also the security guard who worked at my house - precisely papa's house.

Bening laughed out loud as his hands could not be separated from the water hose that directed at the plants and also the flowers that I had bought for nine months from his shop. What were they talking about until Bening, even the workers were so happy?

How annoying! Don't know what if I'm waiting for him?

My frustration dimmed as my wife waved her hand from below and smiled at me. Ah, I got caught watching her from here!

That smile...

His shady gaze...

Makes me really unable to turn to keep looking at her. The twilight light embellished her whole self who happened to wear a baby doll skirt and hair that she tied half stitched, looking like a fairy in the garden.

I subconsciously returned his hand. But soon I felt clumsy and lowered my arms. Put it in my pants pocket and turned hurriedly into the room.

Like ABG's son in love, I feel misbehaved...

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

What do you want to avoid the most in this world?

My answer is to avoid the cold gaze and anger of my husband after he wakes up and wakes up later. Last night I doused it with ice-cold water. And also his friends, hoping they don't come after me or take revenge on me. Bang Iyo...why should he be involved?

That kiss last night. Yeah, not my fault, really. But this godforsaken brain base still forces me to always remember what happened last night.

Nah! I can't think of anything. After all, the husband's command or desire is heaven for the wife who runs it. But, is it fair for someone to accept without preparation first?

Especially when you get a surprise attack like being kissed by someone. Yeah, if it's your idol maybe you'll prance and cheer up.

In my case, do I have to be like that?

The man who became my husband is handsome. And I should be happy, right?

Arghhh...I have to how?

I drowned my face on the pillow and looked at the peaceful face in deep sleep. Surely after he licked and puked me. Hix...

Mas, I'm sorry it looks like I should avoid you for a while. But, can I?

I can't, because here, I smile and wave my hand at him. I tried to pretend I didn't see it...

TB