Marry Bening

Mas King King Kingkong

"Eat him according to what the husband said. This is the result of denying the husband."

I nagged while treating Bening's injured elbow. Her ankles were swollen, I patiently compressed them too. After the previous drama pull pull foot that felt bad because I touched his feet. It's not without reason that I put his foot on my thigh, I don't know why I feel worthy to treat him that way.

"Yes.sorry," he said.

"Other times I heard what my husband said. Because of you, mas so got the nagging mama. Not to mention just now, because the little boy put you in danger and mas_" my words paused.

Mas's? Why do I call myself that? It felt amused, but why did it just flow from my mouth as if I wanted to get used to the call.

"Sorry.." Sorry again. "But, you don't have to constantly nag too times, Mas..." Bening. Lips wrinkle. Maybe he was upset but did not dare to argue my words.

"You're really troublesome," I hissed.

"I didn't ask you to do all this. The one who insisted on compressing my leg." This time he fought. I stopped my activity, then stared intently at Bening.

"Mas, bummer!" The spray then pulls the compress towel from my hand and pulls his leg up onto the sofa.

"I'm sorry" he said later as I looked at him coldly.

"The reason why bring so much. Usually it's also irit." Compressing his own legs while grumbling.

Yeah, why am I so chatty? I don't feel like myself. Maybe it used to be, I used to be an Aslam who was ugly and impatient. Aslam who could not resist expressing his feelings.

"Have you eaten yet?" I broke the silence between us. There was only the sound of water being squeezed from the compress towel.

"Udah" he answered.

Silent...

"By yourself, have you eaten?" Ask later.

"Already" I replied.

Clear keep the compress towel. Then he lowered his legs and was about to stand carefully.

"Where are you going?" I asked him to feel sorry when he was limping somewhere.

Without answering, Bening walked to the bed and took something from the nightstand drawer. Then he walked back towards me while carrying a white plastic pack from his hand.

"Where are your hands" she reached out. I looked at his waiting palm. "Mas' hands are wounded" he said.

"Why what?" I panicked myself. Fear of doing something strange.

"It's very hard, anyway." Pulling my palm wrapped in bandages. "This is from the morning the balloons replaced the bandages? It's so slovenly, it's wet again, "This time it's her turn to nag while opening a cloth of cassa on my injured palm.

"This is if not replaced can be infection. A lot of his mums know. Here, look! I've done the gini job. No wonder how many of these germs are attached. Don't let the towel compress my leg earlier was contaminated with the same mustard Mas Raja." With painstaking though while nagging annoying, he treated the wound on my palm and replaced it with a new bandage.

"My name is not King!" I can't accept the mistake of the name he made on me.

"Emang name Mas, King kok," kekeuh ngeyel.

"No!"

"Kings..."

"I said not King!"

"Trus, who?"

"Nature!" Holding back grumpily debated it.

"themurthing?"

"King_" I paused, then looked at Bening who was bowed expressionlessly because he was still struggling with my hand. Silly again I kept answering and debating.

I want to drown in the Indian Ocean right now!

Bening chuckled, his body trembled then.

"What is my name? King..kong? Hahaha..."

Laughing, I can't blame him myself. It is true that my name is king, the king of English.

"Not funny!"

"Mas cramming..haha..."

"Beep!" Looked at him sharply.

"Yes, Mas Kingkong? Whoops, Mas... haha...But yes, Mas gede body like a kingkong! Hahaha..."

"Once again you say that, I will really be a kingkong by pouncing on you," I hissed, intimidating her who was laughing at him instantly fell silent.

There was a flash of fear when I said I was going to pounce on him. Perhaps, Bening was afraid if I did anything beyond bounds again.

"I'm sorry." later, but then he laughed again until his eyes watered. Clear really can't be threatened just like that. I myself can only be silent in the end, but I also did not carelessly pull the corners of my lips. If only I could, I could not help but tickle him right now.

After laughing, he spoke incessantly. In silence I watched him. Every sentence after sentence he said, as if so beautiful and dabbling in my ears.

"Udah done...!" her eyes spread, looking at her.

I stared at the palms that had been wrapped in bandages neatly. Like a nurse he was so painstakingly treating my hand.

"Udah malem, we should rest, Mas Raja," he said later while chuckling amusedly. I glared at him feeling furious. Still mending he didn't call me with a kingkong.

After that, we also rested. We both laid ourselves in bed. Right behind me, I think he felt awkward because of the incident this morning even though he had just laughed out loud at me. Yes, this time I forced her to sleep in bed. It felt so empty when he insisted on sleeping on the sofa. Moreover, I worry about her swollen legs if sleeping is uncomfortable.

"Mass?" at last he made a sound breaking the silence that lay. But he still backs me.

"Hm," that's just my response.

"Thank you, it's ngizinin Byan to stay here." I didn't respond to his words.

I was busy looking up at the sky in my room. Look with a mind that wanders everywhere. It wasn't me who allowed it anyway, papa and mama who brought the boy in.

Who is that little boy actually? What are you really made of by my impromptu wife? So you're willing to sacrifice your body just to help the boy. Even the pain doesn't seem to concern you. In fact, danger can come to you. Luckily, your fall from the bike did not impact your hand that just lost bruises.

Your heart, why can't I guess the contents inside? Your attitude is like an open book, but I can't understand the contents at all.

"Mas" he said again.

"Hm." Again, I just respond to it like that.

"Don't.do things like this morning.I'm afraid..."

His words made me focus on him. I looked at that tiny, frail back. Afraid? Does he not like me that much? Erina used to love it so much, even she herself always took the initiative to start it. Ah, nevermind! I don't know why I wanted to be so immersed in the warmth of his body as I am today.

I averted my eyes, dismissing the raging sense within. The wound on his elbow made me feel bad. Why am I so sad to see him hurt? His shoulders were seen going up and down regularly. As if inviting my body to always hold it.

"Are you sleeping?" ask me, and there's no answer.

I woke up slowly, like a thief who was afraid of being discovered, I looked at his calm face while sound asleep. Beautiful...why lately I want to always praise and even adore him?

Those pink plain lips, were the target of my lips to kiss her.

After whispering those words like a mantra, I lay down again. Looking at the ceiling of the room, I looked at the incident just now. Recalling his laughter as I rubbed my name, I smiled. Soon I fell asleep in my sleep.

***

"False, Mas. Be careful." Bening crucified me when the car I was driving stopped in front of his shop. He also got out of the car.

Yeah, a week passed after that time. I played the role of a good husband to deliver him first to the store before I went to the office. The wounds on his legs and elbows have improved.

The distance of his shop and my office was opposite and many times he refused to take me. But as usual, he stubbornly rejected it and I insisted that he would not be rejected.

It's nothing, I just don't want to end up in mommy's or papa's.

"Thank you, Om." followed by Byan crucified me and came down with Bening.

Look, we're like a happy little family. Father, mother and son. There are many things that are taught to children who do not know their origin. Including teaching me to be polite. Although I saw in plain eyes the little boy held an indiscernible grudge when his eyes looked at me.

Ah yes, about Byan. For a week the little boy has been reluctant to answer where he lives. I think he knows at least where he lives. Judging from his appearance, I don't think he's a child who was abandoned because of the economic situation. Because it was obvious that such a small child could choose branded clothes when Bening begged to buy him some pieces of change of clothes during his stay at home.

"Today it seems like I'm home at night. Later let Mr. Maskun pick you up," I said remembering an important meeting with the client.

"Yes, Mas," he responded.

After that, I left and drove my car to the office. All the way through, I smiled. Remembering events after events as we fall asleep. As usual, we slept with each other back and ended up hugging each other. At first I gasped for it to wake me up because he hugged me like a bolster. His sleep could not be silent, so the junior kept waking up and I had to endure it.

But anyway, I feel happy. Because in the end I was the one who often looked for his body to hug while sleeping. And awkwardness will ensue when we both find our actions when we wake up.

***

"Hi handsome boy," Yuni said as Bening and Byan entered the store.

The little boy was acting jutex as usual. Only to Bening did he behave like a spoiled little boy to his mother.

"No one's killed, no jutex-jutex." Clear reminded.

"Hi also Aunty Yuni." Byan.

"Duh.the handsome..." Yuni said she was happy because Byan returned her greeting even though she had to be reminded first. "Kalo the same Mother Cibey, her handsome son receded," she later.

"Which rose?" Ask Byan. The little boy was already familiar with his son Yuni.

"Today the rose did not come here. The Roses went around Monas" replied Yuni.

"Well..." Byan's disappointed.

Bening smiled at Byan's behavior and told him to sit down and be nice as usual. Fortunately Byan had never troubled Bening at all. In fact, the little boy sometimes helped Bening to do his work in the store.

There was always debate because Byan insisted on denying that Bening told him to keep quiet. Not without reason for Bening forbid it, he did not want to be impressed to intimidate the little boy.

What if one day his parents - the boy's father more precisely - suddenly came and found him in a comfortable phase helping Bening who was working hard?

Thinking about it, makes Bening really a dilemma.

"It's still not answered where he lives?" tanya Yuni whispered.

Bening shook his head, "His mouth is still tightly closed." moving his index finger and thumb beckoned in front of his mouth.

"Bak not a hassle? How's Aslam?"

"I am ordinary. Oh, Aslam, yes. Ma'am, often bring Roses here. If there are roses, Byan likes to forget time. And won't help me. I parno, what if suddenly there is a papihnya who said fiercely here? I could've run out..."

"Okay, ashiaapp, Ma'am."

"Where's today's order? Aunt Lily isn't here anymore, Mommy?"

"Mother Lily since Cibey married, she rarely came to the store. This store is managed by Ma'am."

"Yes, too, sii. Let aunt Lily rest, kasian all this time she who helps the efforts of the late mother. Okay, let's start our work."

They have also started to get preoccupied with orders today.

***

"Why?" I saw Mario bending his face when he got a call from someone.

"Kasian the Rudy" he said.

"Why?" I repeat the same word.

"You have no context?" answers answered with questions.

"It's been a week,"

"So since that time you've never had a contest at all?" Mario squealing.

"Maybe the same thing will happen if you don't work with me," I sighed then without looking at Mario.

"Yes, you're right" he said at the end of the breath as well. "Rudy's son is missing. It's been a week," the story goes. It eroded my curiosity from earlier.

"Why did it disappear?" ask me without switching from the documents in front of me.

"Come on," he answered shrugging both shoulders.

I immediately remembered Byan. There's no way she's Rudy's son. Why is he far away to be in my residential area. And again, I should have known it was Rudy's son.

But, it has been quite a while since Rudy lost Imelda, his wife who died after bearing the fruits of their love to the world. The last time I saw Rudy's son was when I brought Erina to introduce him to them, three years ago. So it's only natural that I won't recognize him, right? Especially for someone who hardly ever meets. Unless it's our own son or our house close together.

"What time do we meet with Mr. Ram?" mario's question distracts me.

"Lunch time,"

"Okay, we still have time to review the sketch for Mr. Ram. Looks like we're home tonight, eih. Does Bening know?"

I stopped my activities checking the documents. Then look at Mario who is still focused on the monitor screen.

***

EPILOGUES

Pov

Again, these burly hands encircled my body. Sometimes I even hugged her body which I thought was warm. Since we slept together, we could not avoid things that could not be controlled in our subconscious.

But still, my heart is breaking. The smell of his body seemed to stick when he always hugged me in his sleep. Mas Aslam always sleeps without clothes. And it always got me piqued because of how close and warm the sticky skin of her chest stuck to my cheek. All I could do was look up, look at his face in a tight manner as he closed in.

Remember that! Just don't wear clothes yeah, don't mean not a thread! Because the one down there is still safe.

Although sometimes there's something down there that wakes up and bothers me.ups! Control your mind, Bening!

Nice dream and always happy for you, my husband...

TB