Marry Bening

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If asked what makes my life happy right now, the answer is to be a good husband.

It's been a few weeks since mom and dad decided to stay in Hong Kong. Precisely it has been almost two months of marriage that I live with Bening. We live our home life in full color. Although sometimes the awkwardness still lingers between us.

Living together in a big house does not create a gripping atmosphere. In addition there are mbok Narti, driver, security guard and gardener, the presence of Bening alone has made a house this big like a crowded amusement park. The servants who previously helped are no longer there because they are just a freelance daily that temporarily replaced the Narti mbok when they returned home.

Who wouldn't feel at home if the inhabitants of a house this big were decorated with women as happy as my wife? Wouldn't the house feel beautiful if the residents are happy, right?

That's how I felt, the presence of a happy wife at home made my tired days after returning home from work evaporate as she welcomed my return or welcomed my arrival when I picked her up at the store.

Our days are being lived as usual. I went to the office to do a stack of jobs that Mario helped with. Sometimes I monitor the efforts of the papa who is here. And also Bening my wife who remains busy taking care of her shop.

Thankful that our sustenance continues to flow, both my efforts and Bening's efforts. So it always delayed the surprise plan I made to take her on her honeymoon while on vacation. Especially because my mom kept urging me to do it.

Not that I don't want to, but there are always things that get him delayed. And my wife, she never asked. He never demands anything, not even material things or my feelings. The other thing is with Erina. Before we got married, we planned our future. Like the honeymoon after the wedding and also about saving it super luxurious. Given that, it always managed to make me feel guilty for my wife. Because doing that with Erina was so much fun. But that was before. Now being with Bening feels more fun.

In addition to this big house, sometimes we also live in the house of Bening's parents if he was flooded with orders. It's a pity if I have to force him home when he's exhausted after he's done everything.

One thing is for sure, do you know that almost every day, every night, we 'do it'? Yes, of course it was me who asked for it because a day without 'frains' it felt like seblak less hot jeletot. Wkwkc...

Even I could charge it so many times on weekends that all day we just coiled under the covers and did not leave the room except hungry and thirsty.

Am I being too outrageous? Getting close to him always managed to make my desire turbulent. He was like an opium that always made me collect and collect. Luckily, Bening always fulfilled my desire that seemed never satisfied. He never refused or complained even though I knew he was exhausted and there was always a sense of shame from him when I wanted to. She was a very innocent and inexperienced girl. But I'm happy, because I'm the first man and the only man who managed to touch him. And my desire can be fulfilled only by him.

'Later tonight it looks like Mas's coming home a little night, you...'

I typed a message for my wife. Today I have a lot of work. There are clients who want the project design to be completed tomorrow morning. I stopped the sentence I typed for her, feeling worried about not having the heart to tell her to go home alone. Especially since I miss him so much and want to see him soon.

Until a brief sound from hp appears behind my bill daydream. There was a message coming in from my wife, I opened it and read it.

'Why I'll go home by myself.'

Bening sent me such a message? Whatdoes thatmean? Ck, fucking thumb! I accidentally sent a message I hadn't finished typing.

I was panicking and I was wrong. Arghh.that's not what I want!

If I pull the message for free, Bening has read it. Not read anymore, but he replied. I decided to call him.

'Assalamualaikum...'

His greetings made me stare. Always, every time I called her, her voice lulled me. Ugh, I miss him more and more.

"Waalaikumsalam.." I replied with a smile, although he would not see my smile.

'Mas, what else? Said busy. How, call? Take it easy, I won't go home by myself, later.'

"Can't, Yank!"

'Why?'

"You don't go home alone. Don't go home. You sleep in the store_"

'Trus, how are you? I'm going to the store too, right?'

"Yank, Mas belom is done talking about this."

One of his habits, he always cut my talk. Sometimes his guess was right, as if he knew the heart. Sometimes he always assumes it himself, just like before.

'Sorry, Mas. But I'll go to the store, right? If not to the store, later Mas miss me, you know...'

Hiduprak! There's-there's just what my wife said. He was most able to make my mood improve when the mumetnya work or other things.

"Ge-er so much you, Yank." I chuckled, unable to hold back the feeling that had arisen from my heart.

'Oh...no kangen yah? But kangen really, right...?' Clear laugh. And the laughter was contagious without me holding back.

"Yes, really bad. Close the phone first. Don't forget what I said! Never argue! Wait for you to come home!"

'Yes the King of Bavel!'

"You are the one who is the bringer. It's handsome." I don't care about the taunts about my name. My name is King, really.

'Iyaa Cuamiku, the most handsome King of Aslam in the world! Hueek.'s...'

"Now, Yank?"

'Yes, yes, it is closed first. Continue his work again. Hye!'

"Bye, Hank. Mmuu__" phone disconnected. "_ach."

I hung up the phone before I finished talking. Upset, because he didn't reply to my far sun.

My HP is short. I got a message from him.

'Mmmmmuuachhhm...😘💕'

Sun is far plus emoticons love from my wife.

I messed up myself. Apparently he was replying to my distant sun.

Like a teenager in love, I can't cover my feelings right now. It feels so ridiculous. And that dear call is a new habit that just flows from my mouth.

Yank, Yank, Yank, Honey...

It feels good to call him that. If in the past Erina who really wanted to be called honey, another is now the call of love to my wife out from the bottom of my heart. Just like my mother called him affectionately.

And my calling to me was also very pleasant. I even mentioned and familiarized myself with the call.

"It seems like your relationship is getting better." Mario. And as usual, he spoke without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Yes, as you can see" I responded with a smile.

"Thank God. May you always be like that forever" he said.

"Amen! Thanks, Bro! Hopefully you also soon get the best soul mate," my prayer back.

"Damn lo!" Throw paper that has fallen first on the floor without being targeted.

"What..lo loves him?"

Silent...

Mario's question that one always manages to keep me glued.

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I moved my sleeping wife by snuggling up on the living room couch into the room. Then put her to bed slowly so she doesn't wake up. Maybe he's waiting for me. I'm home at three in the morning.

For me the current record considering only this time I finished work at this hour after marriage. This used to be common, even not going home or not sleeping. But for now this is very tiring and.

One thing is certain, every day, every time my body always invites running just to just quickly go home. Someone was waiting for me at home like now.

If only Doraemon door was sold on the online site, then it did not take long for me to arrive quickly.

"Home home, Mom?" His party. Apparently Bening woke up. Though I have been careful and as slow as possible so as not to disturb his sleep.

"Hm. Go to sleep, you look tired." Swiping his cheek.

"Hm. Me too, sleep." Patting the empty bed space next to him with his eyes tightly closed.

I smiled seeing his behavior. He was sleepy but tried to look awake. I threw my body next to him. I haven't changed my clothes to clean myself. My wife's hands and feet moved like an octopus encircling my body.

Oh, ****! It shouldn't be like this, Yank! You woke up a sleeping 'snake.

"Mas hasn't cleaned up yet, Yank. Mas's body stinks." I took his hand off.

"No...Mas scented, really.." getting coiled tightly in my body.

I feel uncomfortable not because of his embrace. But I don't feel good if my body gives off an unpleasant smell. And.you know what, lha. something down there rebellious wants to get out soon.

"Mas must be tired, go to sleep. About germs later also died because Mas perfumed..."

Hh, there's-there's something that's clear saying. Where the germs may die from the fragrance. Her warm body calmed me. I kissed his opiate-scented head. Shh, 'junior' this time fall asleep! Poor wife...

"Let this time the germs sleep with us. Germs won't bother you because it's too late. Ah no, it's early morning, huh? Germs must be slow..." My wife was rummaging again when her eyes closed tightly.

"Mas, you know what? I also had a bath, earlier."

"Why?" Rubbing her hair, calming down something tense down there.

"Cold." he chuckled softly. "Why it's so cold. I used warm water but it was cold. Trus, it's not a shower." he joked, rubbing his head under my chin.

The chewy thing on his chest made me even more distracted. Being close to my wife made me unable to hold back any longer. The heat from his body burned the turbulent desires in my soul.

It's never been like this with Erina. Even close proximity like this never makes the one below here immediately wake up. I can only 'on' if Erina bullies me and I kiss her. The shrewdness of his hands and mouth made me desire. But not this kind of desire. The desire for my wife never seems to be extinguished even if just looking or close together like this. Her body really makes me hot.

Wait, hot? Yes, his body is hot. And it's not hot because it's turbulent.

"Yank, are you sick?" I gasp. Checking his temperature with my palm.

"No, you are cool," he said.

"Seriously, Yank. Your body is hot. You are sick this mah. You feel cold. It must be because you're already jubilant," my sniffle then panicked.

"Look, we're going to the hospital now, Yank." Let go but Bening does not want to escape.

"I don't want to sleep, Mas.." whine.

"You're so hot, Yank. Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital now. Wait a minute, I'll check what your temperature is."

"Wouldn't...Shut up, I want to hug you. I will also be healed, too. I just need to get some sleep..." Holding me back from moving.

"But Yank..."

"I'm not papa, Mas. lately I've been too busy because of the flood of orders. Thank goodness..."

"Okay, but you have to take your medicine first, Yank. Let the heat go down. Wait a minute, find it first. Where's the medicine box?"

"Mas.i gakpapa...There was also no paracetamol for a long time...If there is also a fear of being expired...I'd like to drink." His words are weakened. I'm getting worried.

"Pretake it first. Take a break, Yank."

I went to get water to the kitchen. At first glance I saw beautiful cakes on display filled the store showcase. Yes, there are a lot of orders. Even the fresh flower arrangements were already on display in front of him and I guess that was also the order for tomorrow.

I've been working hard lately. Plus there's Byan. Oh yes, about the boy, he still often visits Bening and continues to invite him to play.

Without ever complaining, Bening always be cheerful and accepting if Rudy entrusts Byan to him. Is that a daycare, what?

'Do not mistake me because Byan himself chose bini lo to continue to accompany him. He said his new bini lo mima.'

Such were the words of Rudy that kept ringing in my ears. I'm not a kid as big as Byan who doesn't understand the meaning of the mima that Rudy used to say.

Often I clenched my hands, wanted to beat Rudy who sometimes said very annoying words. Just because Bening was holding me back from being emotional, made me always give in. And of course it utilized Rudy with an annoying smile. He knew I'd give up for Bening.

Yes, please be your mima. But anytime, Bening won't be your mom!

I forgot about the water.

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