Marry Bening

Ojol

"Mass?" his words blew away everything that was raging in my mind.

"Mas, can you, huh?" please again.

"Yes..." Seeing her face that was as clear as that made my emotions evaporate instantly.

"Hm." I responded to his request.

"Can?" I nodded making a bright twinkle on her shoulder face that had been crying earlier look beautiful again.

"Thank you, Mom!" Clear fringed in excitement, she jumped in my arms, making me fixated on the spot.

"Thank you for the bingits for me!" Take off his awkward hug when he realizes he has done something men love, ups!

"I'm taking it," I said, not wanting to be denied.

"Mas, don't." Clear hold me. "It's not that I don't want to be ushered in, but the bulge I ordered has come." Pointing with his chin as a bully arrived and stopped in front of the gate, in front of us.

"On behalf of Bening?" asked the bully and Bening nodded.

"Cancel it!" I'm getting pissed.

Hold Aslam, hold it!

"Nice, Mom. Kasian Mang Ojolnya.. all the way here but in cancel-in..."

The clear words made me stare and run out of words. I left my waist and walked back and forth feeling annoyed at my wife's behavior. Just now I felt guilty for the attitude of the bar-bar that I did to her a moment ago. The cry of fear, still deeply felt in me because I clenched tightly to her.

But what is this? What the fuck is this? She was more concerned and worried about the bully than her own husband?

"So off, Dek?" Ask the bully who is waiting and watching our debate. Waitaminute! The deck? Huh, what else is this? I just realized he called 'Decks' to my wife.

"No!" Aslamic.

"Yes," Clear.

"So what's up, Dek?" ask again.

"Heh, he's not your bitch!" Hardikku upset.

"I-yes, Sir. This adeknya adeknya is cute. Father's son, sweet."

As if the explosion of the hirosima bomb that splashed it up here, the bully's words really do make me die of fleas.

Mister? Is that how old I am that he thinks Bening is my son? I saw Bening hold back his laughter.

"He's not my father, brother." Bening. Making an emotional outburst that was going to be more powerful than the hirosima bomb instantly subsided.

"She, my husband." smiled at me, making me misbehave. Pleased? Sure was!

"Oh.sorry, Sir. Uh, Mas, Bang. Hehe. Want me to be cool, that is," as well as a bully.

"So, what do you want to do in the cancel, Dek?" then she felt bad for me.

"So, brother. Yes, I did say yes first. Be careful about going to work. Assalamualaikum..." Bening yelps at the back of my hand.

I clasped his hand when he was about to take it off. With a deliberate attitude I pulled her so that her body hit me. Then I shamelessly kissed his forehead and lips at a glance. In front of the clumsy bully, I purposely let him see the affection I had for my wife.

I was tense and surprised at my attitude. It seems like he is still traumatized by previous events. Quickly he broke away. But I kept him.

"Wait, where's your phone?" Hands up asking for his phone.

"For what?"

"Give it, right here!" Unarguable.

Bening reluctantly took the cellphone in his bag and gave it to me. I picked up the phone in my pants pocket, about to receive a call from Bening's number. But it turns out the road is not always smooth. Clear locked his hp. Either with what complicated pattern or one of the fingers he made a finger scan.

"Open the key" I ordered in a soft voice. Didn't want this price to drop by a thousand in front of the bully who I think is still listening to the interaction between us. What kind of husband does not know at all the key patterns of his wife? I don't want that ojol thinking there.

Bening raised my hand that was holding his cellphone. Then right on his face he put his phone screen. The screen is on. Ah, apparently a face scanner to open it.

For a moment I was stunned. The wallpaper he displayed was a photo of his selfie that was really sweet. Then as fast as lightning I typed the number on his phone and tried to contact me with his number. I turned off the call and saved the number in the phone call history, I haven't saved it and named it in my contact. I'm just focusing on keeping my number on his phone.

"More." Giving him an hp. "Call me if you want to go home" I ordered.

"Huh? I-yes. I'll go first" she said.

"Be careful." I couldn't believe it, I finally allowed it.

Bening waved his hand. In the end I was defeated by the charm of the bully who still brought my wife to her goal.

Marrying Bening made my days feel like a roller coster ride. There is always something unexpected. Her attitude that was so hard I guessed kept me wondering. Even far out of reach, compared back to the perfect Erina in my eyes. What kind of woman am I marrying?

***

"Well, eih?" Mario greeted me as we walked up to the elevator. "It still hurts don't have to be maxain. I can handle your work," he said.

I looked at him and we entered the elevator with the door open.

"Gue tau from Cibey. Yesterday he was upset if you were sick," he explained as if he knew what I wanted to ask.

"Hm." I just nodded in response to his words.

"Lo, all right?" I then broke the silence between us. In any case, Mario is a human who has a fragile side in him.

"Honestly, I'm not okay. But I have to be all right, don't I?" said it.

"Sorry," that's all I can say.

"Don't apologize. You're entitled."

"What's wrong, I understand." Mario smiled wryly. "Lo, it doesn't hurt Cibey, does it?" tanyanya doubt.

"We haven't done it yet" I said, understanding his words.

"And I don't know if I can do it. But clearly, you don't have to. It's privacy!" My spray then just as the elevator that was transporting us stopped on the floor we were heading to.

"Ah, when I was curious," he chuckled and sat down at his desk.

"Oh yes, said Hilda ngundurin herself yesterday. Very sad," the story.

"A, Hilda. Yeah.gue told you to,"

"Huh? Lo's oath? Why?" Mario surprised. "When Hilda's son pinter, educated and his work is also good."

"Yes, he is like that. But his mouth isn't as good as his education." While struggling on the pile of files that are already on the workbench.

"The behavior of no ethics that I must eradicate so as not to damage the image of the company that I started from zero."

Mario was silent and did not respond to the next one. My words may sound intimidating so Mario does not continue his curiosity.

***

"Sir Cibey, the count is coming." Yuni screeched when she saw the long-awaited figure coming down from her bulge. He gave the helmet to the bully who had been driving him.

"Thank you, brother."

"Together, Deck. Oh yeah, was Adek's real husband?" The kepo ojol.

"Yes, Brother."

"His husband is fierce, huh, Dek?"

"No, kok. My husband is good. Yes, I lived first. Once again thank you," said Bening entered the store with Yuni who had approached him.

"Chat what?" Ask Yuni.

"Grandpa,"

"Emang actually said the bully. Sister Cibey's husband, fierce,"

"Lho, how come, Miss Yuni why even talk about Mas Aslam?" Clear head bobbles. "Where do you want to decorate the cake? Scrap job! Said..." Switching topics of conversation.

"Hehe, yes, ma'am. Forgive." Two fingers form the letter V.

Bening and Yuni entered together to do a set of tasks that must be completed today.

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

Who wouldn't tremble and fear when someone gets such indecent treatment even from those closest to us? Including our own legal husband.

Yes, Mas Aslam is acting out of his bounds. He does what is legitimate and he has to do it. And I'm obliged to accept it.

But this is not what I want!

Mas Aslam's treatment was so harsh and frightening. It's out of control. Like a predator pouncing on prey. I don't know what got into him? The distant scenes in my shadow. There was no candlelight or dimly lit rose petals as I have often seen in dramas.

I stiffened with a brutal kiss and also her touch. I struggled with all my might. But my strength cannot exceed the power of Mas Aslam. Like a rock, Mas Aslam did not move in the slightest. Until my mother's speech stopped the passion that seemed to have peaked in my husband.

Mas Aslam was upset, his clenched hand hit the bed after mom apologized for interrupting her activities.

Afterwards I cried, covering my face with my palm. I'm so embarrassed!

Although maybe mom didn't fully see what was going on between us because it was on a different side. My body trembled even more as Mas Aslam took down the shirt I was wearing as well as raised the jeans that almost escaped my feet. I gasped and felt scared.

Without moving over my body, as if to protect, Mas Aslam grabbed my body. He peed my forehead and cheek repeatedly to calm me down. Mas Aslam apologized for his treatment of me.

I'm sorry too, Mom. I realized the mistake I made, too. As a wife, I ignored what my husband told me. I was so embarrassed, embarrassed to make Mas Aslam angry with me...

***

I immediately ran up to pick up the bag after the salim without driving Mas Aslam to the front of his car. Shame, guilt and anger are one. Yes, at least I was angry because of what Mas Aslam did earlier. Without looking back or praying I sulked a little at my husband.

Through the back door I came out of the house after saying goodbye to my mother who was in the back garden. I didn't notice Mas Aslam's car that hadn't left yet. Until that one person's call took me by surprise.

"Where are you going, you?" I swear by anything, I was so confused as to what way I got permission from him because Yuni was really overwhelmed working on all the orders in the store.

Until the Ojol handyman came and made Mas Aslam a little possessive. Grateful Mas Aslam allowed me in the end. I waved at him after my body was carried by Mang ojol whose previous husband insisted on delivering me.

Mas Aslam was jealous when I was more concerned with the bully than he was.

Sorry, yes, Mom. Time to share the sustenance, right?

Hp-ku vibrates. There is 1 incoming message .

'Be careful'

That's not why I'm out of words. I'm salfok on the name that sent me the message.

Dear lovely husband

Auto want to jump from this ojol motor... 😊

TB