Marry Bening

Where are you?!

Aslam Pov's

No time shows at 07:30 p.m. Today my work is so busy. A day yesterday didn't work, the files were a bunch like a week. Not to mention the project problems of clients who want to be completed immediately. Is this what my job has been like all this time? Or because of the sustenance after marriage, a lot of new clients who want to work together.

Yes, people say the sustenance before and after marriage is different. May this sustenance of marrying me always bring blessings and keep flowing.

I leaned my back on my oversized chair. Removing the glasses that made my head dizzy. I massaged the base of the nose to relieve the pain.

"Tomorrow again. I'm tired too" said Mario. I saw he was exhausted too.

"Emang really yes, this is sustenance after lo merit. Work is increasing." I just thought about it, Yo.

"First time. Yes, hopefully we can finish everything in time," I replied.

"What is the effect of factor U? It seems like this stamina continues to decline," said I who did feel lately always tired.

"Gue feels so. Or maybe we've been doing sports a lot lately. It's been a while, isn't it, we don't have a gym." I think Mario is right.

"Yes, it seems so." I closed my eyes.

"But, you can olga malem with bini lo. And it can make the body seger," chirped made me open my eyes and then glared at him expressionlessly.

"Hehe, kidding doang. Seriously very. Yeah, I pulled it out first, yeah. Hope it's fresh again tomorrow" he said.

"Lam," called him later when he reached the doorway.

"Hm,"

"Sorry." I turned my head as Rio said those words.

"Sorry, because it seems like my feelings for bini lo can not be just that. So I'm sorry if in the future there is my reflex attitude that still care about Cibey" he said.

"Please be patient ngadepin me who is patient also ngadepin lo, because honestly it is difficult for me to accept the girl I love from the first marriage with my own friend. Please maklumin me. Until I'm sincere."

I'm riveted. Mario smiled wryly as he left our study.

Sorry for me too, Yo. Because I'm also confident what feelings I have toward Bening.

I took a cell phone. The first thing I scroll through on my phone screen is to open Instagram. A lot of Erina's posts filled the homepage. I looked at the picture of her so beautiful. He didn't change a bit, his face was still the same as last year. Only the hair and hair color are different.

I smiled at his picture. A wry smile that was almost like a cynic. Even the thumbs that usually directly press love and also include a comment directly on the gap, this time I passed it. I observed, but did not want to give him a message if I missed him or ask him how he was doing.

This time my thumb rolled. Looking for someone's name. But a lot of names came out when I typed my wife's name. Actually, what's my wife's IG's name? I'm too embarrassed if I ask him directly. Or should I ask Mario?

Ah yes, I think I should search through Mario's IG. I looked up Mario's IG account and then took care to find the figure I was looking for. And it turned out to be quite easy to find. There are so many photos that Mario has posted with his wife. I just realized it now. Though Mario has always posted his closeness with Bening. The basis is that I am a person who is too straight and never cares about the affairs of others even though it is my own best friend. I used to be just a love slave to Erina. There's nothing else I can think of but him.

But now it's different and why am I so upset at their closeness? I slammed my phone on the table. But then I went back to looking at Mario's pictures and looking for Bening's account.

Fortunately every photo that Mario posts always includes Bening's IG account. I just realized that the account she was tagged with belonged to the woman who is now my wife. I'm the one who hasn't noticed it all this time. I pressed that name. I feel stubborn. There are a lot of photos that are post clear. As with Mario, he also has more selfie with his adoptive brother. I'm out of my IG account immediately. Don't want more rolling down. Moreover, see the photos together with Mario. For the second time I slammed my phone.

Ah, it's almost eight o'clock in the night. I have to go home immediately considering that there is now someone waiting for me at home.

***

"Home home, Den?" Say hello to Narti when I get home.

"Narti Mbok? When's coming?" i crucified.

Mbok Narti is like a second mother because she took care of me since I was a baby. Papa and Mama love mbok Narti like their own family.

"Family in the village, healthy?" My toot.

"Thank God, Den. Everything is healthy" he replied gently. "Aden, how? Healthy?" tanyanya back.

"Well, Mbok." We walked in tandem. It feels like I haven't seen the mbok in a long time.

"Den Aslam is how anyway, the mbok stay two weeks to the village, tau-tau denger news Aden is married," he was upset. Typical of mothers who are sulking.

"But the mbok joined the seneng, as long as Aden was happy, the mbok was also happy," he said sadly.

"Snick but his face is sad" I said pretending to be irritated.

"No, really. The mbok was moved by being happy," he seemed.

I embrace her frail shoulder. Invite him to sit on the dining table chair.

"Thank you, Mbok." I smiled soothingly. I saw Narti glazed over.

"Oah, Den.si mbok seneng! This time I saw Aden smiling sincerely, smiling happily. The mbok is relieved..." Mbok Narti squealed happily to tears. He rubbed my dear two arms. I pacified.

"When have you been home since, son?" Mama refused to interrupt the martyrdom between me and the mbok.

"Barusan, Ma," I said, crucifying my mother's hand.

"High up?" Ask mama. I frowned. Mama's asking questions or telling Bening whereabouts?

"You mean Mama, she's upstairs?" my many.

"Lha, how are you? I mean, Mama, what's the balloon up? You came home with him, right?"

"He hasn't come home yet?!" I'm squealing.

"Lho's? You guys don't go home together?" i'm shaken. "Geez, kid..What are you made of, anyway? Same wife herself is insensitive. Mama knows, you still haven't accepted Bening to be your wife. But mama can see from the same eyes your actions. Especially this morning when mom accidentally mergokin you guys. Mama can tell if you're starting to care about her" she said. "Don't just diem! Call your mommy's daughter-in-law!" Mom's orders instantly made me obey her.

Ah, I haven't named it yet!

I'm rolling on a number without a name. Oh, my goodness, so many nameless numbers came in all day to call me. I picked the number with the clock in the morning before my departure to the office. Is this his number? I'll just try.

"A lot longer, anyway? Do you have a number?" Onion mom. Makes me more nervous.

"What's up, Ma?" Ask papa suddenly.

"This is it, Pa. Mama belom's mom's coming home. And this stupid husband doesn't even know" mama.

"Have been contacted?" Among others, I think that papa is quite calm to deal with the situation.

"Mau Pa," I said. I don't want my mom to get tense.

After a while the call tone is connected. I walked back and forth, waiting for this call to connect.

"Yes, Mom?" I let out a sigh of relief. It's a clear voice, my wife. "Mass?"

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" I snap.

But before long, papa squeezed my shoulders a little tight. It seems.maybe, papa really wants to hit me.

"On the road. Otw go home."

"Do you know what time it is? Husband home you still running around? I told you to call me. Why didn't you call me?" Why is my mouth so spicy? This is not what I should have said.

I saw mom and dad also mbok Narti shook his head looking at my behavior. From my mom, it looks like she wants to hit me too. But papa who knows the nature of the mother, held him and calmed him. Thanks, Pa! But papa also wanted to crush me...

"Related?" There is no lawfulness.

"Mas" looks like there's something he wants to say.

"DRY!" I screamed in frustration.

"HEY, YOU HEAR WHAT I'M SAYING?" I'm getting more and more snapping at him.

"Dek, watch the Deck! Not in there! Akhh!!" I don't understand what Bening said. All I know is that Bening screamed.

"DISAPPEARING? You're not a gakpapa, are you? YOIN?!" I panicked, the phone line cut off. This chest is rumbling.

"What's quiet, son?" My mother made me more frustrated.

"Lam, try calling again. Calm. Everything must be calm," said papa calming.

The call came in when I was about to dial the number Bening back. I immediately picked it up. "So, what's going on?"

"Mas, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go home in time. But I really did go home. It's me speeding, really. Mas, wait for ya," he said without pause and disconnected his call before I could protest or ask where he is now.

One thing moved me from his words. Speeding it? What does that word 'call' mean?

"Based on a bad husband!" Mama hit my back. Oww, what the fuck is this mama?

"Smoothly speaking to my wife! Mama doesn't want ya if mama's son hurts other people, let alone she's your wife! Don't be so fierce with your wife. If until why-napa mama's daughter-in-law, you'll be mama chopped live-live!" Threaten mama make feathers bristling.

Papa took mom to the room. "Lam, let us know that your wife is back. There's something you have to say to your mom." And then go to the room.

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

I was on my way home when the phone that vibrated many times it turned out to be a call from Aslam mas. I lifted it up, then slipped my phone into the helmet I was wearing.

"WHERE ARE YOU?" The Sahutan is intimidating. I was so shocked to hear it. Until the sniffle and also the scolding continues to come from the mouth of his spiciness. Oh, Mas Aslam, how much chili did you eat today? Huhuhoo... T_T

His words made me sad. Why am I this sensitive? My guests are almost back.

I was about to answer Aslam's question when the phone I had slipped on the helmet slipped from my ear. And my hand was so reflexively catching my phone that it almost fell down. It makes my balance bring the bike to be good.

Until the unexpected happens. I hit the trash cart that was relaxing on the side of the road. Making the wagon roll without being prevented because the owner went nowhere. The trash cart kept going until it unexpectedly happened again. A little boy was passing by while running when the trash cart was about to approach him.

DUK! I actually hit the wheel of trash until it rolled this time. Along with the fall of myself who tried to avoid the cart from hitting and injuring the little boy. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw the little boy standing with a face of shock.

I was lying on the paved streets of the Aslam residential complex. Be grateful for hp that is fine in the hands. The call to scream was interrupted. Mas Aslam must have nagged me.

TB

PS:

Hi readers 🤗

Forgive me, maybe the Authority can be Up 1 week 1-2x

Palagi end² has started busy SO in real work, trus struggling with oven in kitchen 😊

So please understand

Sarangeyoo 💕