Marry Bening

Differ

I came out of the bathroom after the knock and call at the door for the next time. I was worried about her never arriving until she left Erina and Frendian who had no idea what their purpose was.

"Why was the door opened?" My misery.

"And now it's opened" he passed by and ignored me.

"Bat his hand?" I held her free wrist until her steps came to a halt.

"I'm loose. Where is it possible, right, I take a bath with a hand brace? The part of the bandage was also wet and my hand was also not pawpapa," he said with a little insinuation but there was still a ringing of pain from his face.

He walked into the dressing room and picked up a shirt in the closet. For a moment I was stunned, why was there so little clothing he had?

Really, I just realized that my wife only wears one space in my wardrobe.

He is busy with his own activities. After picking up his clothes, he walked by still ignoring and passed me. And I'm like a fool who keeps following him.

"Have your guests come home?" The question broke my silence. Now he is sitting in front of a mirror, turning on his hair dryer.

"They're still down." Grabbing the hair dryer from her hands and helping to dry her hair.

Are you going to do it with your hands that are still recovering?

All I can do right now is get upset.

"Lha, what, left out anyway, Mas?"

"Biarin. Why are they here."

"Can't do that, Mom. Anywhere, Erina's mom has come..." His words sounded soft. For a moment I stopped my activities by looking fixedly at the reflection of the mirror.

"You..do you think she's Erina?" Bening nodded.

"Where are you from? It could be wrong" I said, continuing to dry her hair. Why is her hair so beautiful?

"Can't be wrong. I just said she's Erina's mom..."

I noticed the look on his face that changed. For a moment we were silent. He smiled when he found me watching him.

"I'm beautiful, huh, Mom?" The candle that leads to a cheerful smile.

"Hm, pretty. Very pretty," I took it seriously.

I kissed her cheek which ended in her hand. We smile. I dry my hair happily. His mood began to improve. I have to keep his feelings so he doesn't sniff or ignore me anymore.

I can't stand it if Bening silences me. In the past, if Erina was sulking, the edges would improve again if she had been shopping to spend my savings. And stupidly I always obey all his requests.

My gaze was fixed on the dresser in front of me. My wife moved to put baby cream on her face. Considering Erina, I just realized again that there's not much I've done to my wife.

No skin care or other makeup tools. I should have been more aware of his needs. Considering it's been two months running I married her.

"Yank, what did you wear just now?"

"Huh? Pake what? Which one?" put the hand body in its place.

"That's on your face."

"O.baby cream."

"Of baby."

"Emang is still a baby."

I clucked and smiled, "Your makeup equipment is just that, Yank? There's no skin care product, is there?"

"It is Mas Aslam, which is all there is. His face was kinclong kayak oppa korea," he said glancing over the dresser. Yeah, there's more to me than there is.

"Kinclong, is it glass? What...do you want to try the treatment and use the product?"

"Do not need.later there is even irritation, everything in pakein, everything in try," he refused subtly.

"Hm.really too. Without skin care, you're beautiful, too."

"Well, still a teenager. Still a baby face. Mas should be proud to have a wife like me" his crunchy laughter rubbed off, making me smile broadly at hearing it.

Yeah, I should be proud!

"When you don't have to take a shower, Yank. So hit by water the same moves his hands. That's if Baskoro's doctor knows, it can be rampaging," I said holding his forehead, a little fever...

"I wouldn't know if I didn't tell you. After a shower, anyway?" his prayers are broken.

"Who do we 'do' it? Ask for it, many times!" his face then nodded.

"You're the first one to go fishing, Yank." Not to lose.

"I just kiss you, Mom."

"Yes that's it. You kiss, Mas so 'willing'.." put the hair dryer on, combing her dry hair. I just realized, it turns out her hair is this beautiful.

Damn it! Seeing his hair just made the sword down there rise up!

"Yes, why can't you? Tell me who is not satisfied at all? A week ago I could fast," the protest rolled my eyes. How adorable.

"All of you shall build a fasting lion." Nodding and then kissing her cheek again with anxiety and deep. "It's a real feeling, isn't it?" put evidence of my passion on his back.

"IGH! What the hell?" his face reddened, and again his cheeks became increasingly heavy and deep.

"IGH!! Wet tauu!" rubbed the cheek I kissed.

"Such a machine, dear.." hugged him from behind.

"That's a hell of a bitch!"

"Let's go, the important thing is you always scream under Mas!"

"IGH! Whatan, anyway?!" elbowing my stomach that doesn't hurt but pretending to grimace in pain.

We laughed too. It was so sad to see him smiling cheerfully like that. Although there was a sad beam of his eye bead.

I intentionally made him talk a lot. Since our return from the hospital, there's been something different about my wife. Don't know what? I don't know it either.

I hope what I think is wrong.

"Yank?"

"Hm."

"At the hospital, earlier.." I hesitated.

"Why?"

"Groan."

I ignored my intention to ask about Erina while in the hospital. Do not want to make this cheerful enough atmosphere replaced with questions that will make the atmosphere awkward again.

"Mas, let me just do this." Take the comb out of my hand.

"Mas, take a dip there, see Erina! Didn't you miss him so much?" Smoothen it.

"Hm."

"Make kangen. Come there! Erina will be upset."

"Huh? What's?"

I think I miss Erina. Bening smiled, but his eyes looked at the reflection of the mirror with sadness.

For a moment I was stunned back. It wasn't that he kicked me out to meet Erina, but I just realized that what my wife had was only a quarter or maybe a fifth of my gear.

Her beauty equipment was still the same as when she first moved here. Nothing has changed, nothing has increased. It's just possible to replace a new one because it runs out.

Just like her clothes, I was an outrageous husband. Mama's right if she used to nag me a lot about whether I've really forgiven her?

It's not impossible that I can't afford to buy him anything. In fact, the income and profits from my company even fattened my account. Plus the proceeds from some of the stocks I planted were pretty much in my favor.

For a living bathin, maybe I've satisfied him enough. Compared back to him who gave me a living born and bathin.

Oh, what a shame! What kind of husband am I? If I used to spoil Erina so much just to keep her with me, why don't I do it to my wife now? I was so stupid to ignore my own wife!

No no, I still give him a living in the form of credit cards and ATMs that I give him for daily expenses to buy the needs of the house and also his needs. He should be able to buy whatever he wants, right?

I really only realized that there had never been a notification of debit and credit withdrawals from the cards I gave him. Then, all this time, where did he buy all our household necessities?

"Mass?" Bening broke my daydream.

"Huh? What's?"

"Yee was daydreaming..."

"Yank, I want to ask you something." for a moment hesitated.

"Why.would you come down and meet him with me?" But that's not what I want to ask. In fact I wish Bening hadn't seen Erina.

"Idih, what? I'll be like a mosquito repellent" he joked. "Udah there. I'll be followed."

"Really?" Manya make sure.

"Hm" nodded his head.

I was a little disappointed in the answer. However, I was so happy. That way, the presence of Bening beside me facing Erina will strengthen me even more, right?

***

"The host in this house really has no ethics at all. There was no manners at all, leaving even his guests waiting for a long time," Frendian sneered directly at me.

"Courtesy manners?" raise one eyebrow. "After all, you're uninvited guests," I grinned. Then I landed my body on the couch, right across from them.

"Aslam's words are correct. We are not expected guests" said Erina. He shifted his seat and stuck to me.

Really, I feel uncomfortable. Though I had clearly avoided it when following my wife upstairs. However, I also did not understand how I felt when Erina was close to me like this. In my heart I pray that I will be strengthened by faith so that nothing will make my feelings waver.

"Why did you come here?" My ketusku to Frendian.

"Gue's? Emh..gue just wants to make sure that Erina really returns the same lo" he replied. "And.gue wants to make sure of something" he continued in a mysterious tone.

I don't really care what Frendian wants to do. But the style of speech alone is suspicious. And why did he come with Erina?

"Aren't you in the hospital?" Just remembered that Erina had indeed been there this morning.

"Yes, I'm better," she's misbehaving. "Kok, you're so scared of me, Hon." Erina throbbed and hugged me, wanting to be noticed

"Rin, don't be like this." Feeling uncomfortable about his behavior.

Actually strange, seeing his face full of bruises makes me want to wonder. I took off his hand that was wrapped around my waist. However, instead of letting go, he hugged me even more tightly. Body vibrates. Erina looked tough and haughty as usual, but she was clearly frightened.

"Rin, are you okay? Why did you faint?" my curious.

I could feel his body stiffening. What's wrong with my question?

I saw Frendian's unreadable expression yet it kept a full of mystery while staring at Erina. The one who was stared at looked away from the boss and his manager with fear.

What's the matter with you guys?

"Hon, may I stay at your house? My apartment was already on sale when I went to Paris. Besides, wouldn't I be living in this house with you?" Her request. "Please..."

This tongue feels bad. What should I answer? There's no way we're staying home, is there? What about my wife?

"Emh...Rin, if you want, I can help you find a more comfortable apartment. For now, I'm going to book a hotel for you to stay in for a while," I broke up later.

"Why sleep in a hotel? Isn't the house big enough to accommodate just one person?" Frendian sucks! The stove!

"Erina's sick again, she needs elo's attention. I as his manager can not always accompany him because my work is busy," he continued.

"When in Paris aren't you always together? Why not here?"

"Oh, that's different again. I don't need to explain, do I?" Frendian is a bitch.

"H-hon, please, let me stay here, "please Erina. His hand gripped my arm tightly and trembled. Why can't I be angry and hate him for leaving me? I should have thrown him out by now.

"Mas." His voice calms me.

I looked at the source of the voice that called out to me. I let go of Erina's octopus-like hand and walked over to my wife.

"Yank, why are you down?" whispered in his ear.

"Kan, it was Mas who told me to make nemenin," he said slowly.

"Hi, sweet girl!" Frendian greeted Bening so sumringah.

He looked so happy when he saw my wife. It was very different when Bening had not come down, as if he was ready to run and hug Bening when he met. But wait, why did he say hello to my wife as if he already knew her?

For a moment my wife was sad when Frendian greeted her.

"Flame hair." Frendian reminded by twirling the index finger on the side of his head.

"Ah...om the forger?"

"Om forger?" Frendian chuckled, but then he laughed cheerfully.

I, even Erina who witnessed their interaction felt something strange when she saw the expression Frendian had shown to my wife. That expression, was like a person who was so happy when he met his lover. And it makes me not like this atmosphere.

"You know him, Yank?" ask me with a possessive attitude. Wrap my hand around her waist spoiled.

"Emh.he...tadi..." He looks nervous.

"I'm just helping to tie her hair." Frendian returned.

"Because the husband she was waiting for never arrived. It turns out that the husband is busy taking care of something." He insinuated me with a bang, the smile on his face was very annoying.

"Binding hair?" demanding answers from my wife. I don't want to imagine Frendian holding my wife's hair.

"Emh.tadi.when in the hospital, my hairpin sagged. He helped me, "he explained.

"Then what does it mean to be busy taking care of something?" my chest rumbles.

"Emh, yes, it was old Mas to his basement." Her face is sad. Did he start learning to cover things up? It's impossible if my wife finds out. Oh my God, don't come!

"Honey, who is he?" Erina stood interrupting the atmosphere between us.

TB