Marry Bening

Lose Not Lose

It's been almost two weeks since Erina's been living in my house. I don't know how to deal with the current situation either. Our togetherness for two years indeed I can not deny it always triggers my feelings that sometimes always waver when with him.

Clear, somehow I have to face the woman who has legally become my wife. Just think about it I feel sinful to Mama and Papa who are now far abroad.

Ma, please Aslam...

"Hon, today I want to go shopping again, huh? Many bags are the same latest shoes in my subscription store. Yesterday Ci Ayen called not to miss because this is a limited edition." Erina leaned her head against my thighs as I was sitting relaxing watching a television show that nothing really caught my attention.

Hadn't seen each other for nearly a year, his habits haven't changed. Erina is still the woman who is always present. He doesn't want to miss out on anything. Remembering that, I remembered Bening. During his marriage, he never asked for this or that. Hhh..as a husband I was outrageous because I never took the initiative to buy him something.

"Hon? IH, are you horrified?" I was upset because I didn't respond to him at all.

"Where's your job?" I'm turning the question.

"Obsolutely normal. Dian yang nanganin everything," he replied lazily. "Hon, how?"

"What?"

"Ih, you're now being irritable by the way."

"I'm sleepy. I'm gonna take a break." Raising Erina's head off my thigh.

Really, why do I feel guilty afterwards?

"HORR!" Erina got up and shouted as I was about to stand up.

"What the hell else, Rin?" Holding back.

"You haven't answered my request yet."

"Whatever, do what you want. I want to rest" I said in passing.

I put my body in bed. Only the light from the lights outside the balcony infiltrated behind the curtains of the room window that was not fully closed. The lights in the room I accidentally turned on.

Empty, silent, hollow...

I lay on my side. Staring at the empty pillow on the left that now always feels cold. Like a madman I caress the empty part that is beside me. Always, these tears were impudently dripping without excuse.

My wife.I miss you...

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'For what?'

One more message I sent to him. However, none of the messages I sent were blue. Either it has not been read or he privacy so that the punctuation is not colored, even though he has read it. I try to contact him many times at all times. In fact, the video call I always did never came to fruition. Bening never picked up a call or responded to my message.

Why are you avoiding me, Yank? Mas kangen's...

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This story started exactly two weeks ago when I allowed my wife to go to her shop. That day, I couldn't deliver it. So I told Mr. Maskun to take him and watch him.

Things happen beyond suspicion. My wife told Mr. Maskun to come home and pick him up when he was coming home. At first I was angry because of the info and was about to reprimand my wife. But I ponder considering how happy he was because I allowed him to go to the store. Yeah, even though I'm actually hard-wired to allow it.

And the next unexpected thing was; erina was secretly following my wife. I don't know what really happened. Erina kept sending me the photos she took from the store. The photo where Rudy and Byan interacted closely with my wife.

I who was enjoying a missed lunch with Mario became a blackboard ride. I slammed my tablespoon. Tiredness after a meeting with a client makes what I see beat logic.

I'm emotionless. Mario who at that time felt amazed at my attitude wondered. But I ignored my best friend because what I wanted right now was an explanation from my wife.

I called Bening many times. However, none of my calls were raised by him. Even the messages I sent were not read.

Until the call that was somehow umpteenth time, he picked it up.

"WHERE ARE YOU NOW?!" I snapped, as soon as Bening answered me.

"Sorry, I'm staying in my room. I'm baking cookies in the pantry. There are so many orders today," he said, cheerfully explaining and feeling bad. "Have you eaten?"

"Please ask, where are you now?!" Ignoring question.

"It was in the shop, Mas. Bake a cake in the pantry where else is the pantry?"

"Make a cake or play happy family again?" I asked coldly, holding back my anger.

"meaning?"

"Where is your second husband and adopted son?"

"What the hell, Mas?" Bening chuckles.

"Not funny, huh. What second husband?"

"Are you happy that Byan's there?"

"Yes.his presence is quite comforting,"

"SO YOU'RE HAPPY TO BE HER MOM, HUH?" Jerakku later. Exploding was the emotion I was holding back then.

"Mass?" Clear confusion.

"So because of that, you want to go to the store? Ignoring how anxious your husband is because you just recovered from illness. Forcing yourself with a pale face and hands that are still in recovery. So because of that, you want to go to the store because you're happier there to meet the father and son? You'd rather argue with your husband who doesn't want you to work because you can freely meet them, HUH?" I scatteros can't control my emotions.

Another case with my wife who can not be read despite showing it, facing her makes me unable to hold back. I am like an open book that does not hesitate to show its contents.

"Well, how come you're angry, anyway?"

"Don't switch the conversation!"

"Mas, we'll talk later at home, okay. I'm gonna check the oven, I'll have my cake burnt." Clear closed my call unilaterally.

I'm upset. Different types of swearing I put out a conscious sign. And without saying much more, I took the car keys and left Mario alone to see my attitude. Immediately, I ran towards the parking lot to catch up with Bening to the store.

Until I arrived at the store, I parked my car carelessly. The loud whistling sound of the car I drove made the people in the shop turn their heads. With a sour face and holding back my anger I ignored the stare full of to-dishness as I entered the store and immediately entered the pantry looking for my wife.

"Mass?" Regardless of the smile that greeted me, I pulled her wrists violently as she placed the ripe cake on the table.

Of course I know where to pull it. I know myself and not carelessly.

"Mas, why?"

I brought Bening into his room. Close the door of his room tightly and lock it.

"Yes..."

He didn't speak yet, I shut his mouth with my mouth. Lubricate the whole lips and mouth with real demands. I was angry, the shadow of the photo that Erina sent me earlier made me kiss her violently. Don't ask me what my hand is that has started exploring my favorite areas.

"M-mas!" With all his strength he distanced myself. Our link was also broken. However, I strongly pulled him back, forcing my will to do what I wanted to accomplish.

"MAS!" Impact this time when I don't care about the rejection.

I keep hunting to smash it. With him who always wears a simple dress lately even makes it easier for me to do my actions. With one hand I lowered the short pants behind the dress and pulled the CD.

One slap landed on my cheek. "Akh!" shocked himself he covered his mouth with trembling hands.

His hands were cold and felt numb on my cheeks.

Wow, I've got the courage that my wife. I looked at him sharply. He was scared when he saw me. His hands trembled even more, with trembling he tidied up his clothes that were almost detached from his body. He stepped back while still looking at his own palm.

"Sorry.sorry..." Many times he said sorry words.

I approached him by gripping both his shoulders. "How dare you slap your own husband?" hisisku held back furiously.

"Sorry..." Her tears are flowing fast.

"How dare you reject your own husband?"

"Sorry..." Shaking head.

"So you really want to build a happy family with Rudy and his son, HUH?!" I shook his body.

"No, Mas. I don't understand what Mas said..." Trouble and choking because his crying becomes so.

"You know, let's hit your husband to the brunt! So you can be with him!" pulled his hand to hit me. "LET'S HIT!"

Bening thrashed to pull his hand, "No..." Her tears are getting unstoppable. "Sorry..." His body sagged, sitting on the floor. "Sorry..." Holding his palm that had slapped me. "I'm sorry.hu..sorry..." It was hysterical. Makes me realize what I'm doing.

I'm a sinner, why am I so bad? This is the first time I've seen her cry that much.

"Yank, I'm sorry.sorry..."

I hadn't gotten close to him yet, a raw bogem floated on my face. I fell for it.

"Bey, Bey. You're gakpapa?" Mario hugged my wife. "Bey, this is brother. Look, this is brother!" shaking Bening's shoulders to look at him.

"Bang Iyo's.hiks...hwaaa..."

"Yes, this is bang Iyo. You're safe now." Hugged it tighter.

Be safe? What the fuck is this Mario? Why he could open the door to his room.

"Bang Iyo's..." Hugged Mario tightly. "Bang Iyo's..."

I got up, rubbed the corner of my bloody lips.

"Yank, sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Don't go near Cibey again, Lam!" Mario dictator. It stopped me from touching my wife. It was as if he had become a fortress so that I could not get close to him.

"Hey, Yo. What right do you have to tell me that?"

"Gue brother! And I do not see lo as my sohib if you make Cibey cry!" Increasingly tighten his embrace on Bening. And my wife drowned her face in Mario's chest.

"Silence, Yo. It's not what you see and think," I explained.

"That's enough! What I see now is enough to open my eyes if you're not a good husband to Cibey!"

"Yo, it's not funny you know,"

"Lo think I'm funny again? Anyway, you're not entitled to Cibey anymore!"

"YO!" I'm yelling. "Yo, please I really don't do anything. And what right do you forbid I'm with my own wife?" Frustrated, I was really scared if what I was afraid of happened.

"Yank, please Yank. You said same Mario if Mas doesn't say anything about you." I urged Bening instead and made him even more frightened. He further tightened his embrace on Mario as if self-protection.

I brushed my hair, walking back and forth with the sight of two people in front of me. One holds anger and one is like a shaky kitten.

"Yank..." I'm pasting. What should I persuade him in?

Damn, not yet the problem with my wife is over, someone unexpected suddenly barges in. And it makes Mario keep Bening in his arms.

"Oh, so this?" Mario looked at me and Erina in turn. "When did you get home, Rin?" ask her to Erina.

"It was a week ago. And.since yesterday I lived with Aslam," Erina replied spoiled to me.

I felt uncomfortable, plus Mario's increasingly furious gaze at me.

"This can I clear." Screaming at Mario so he can understand. However, the gleam of disappointment in the look in his eyes made me feel even more guilty.

"Well, you guys get out of here" Mario put his temper on hold. "GO!!"

I give up, it doesn't mean I lose. I just don't want to add to that heated situation to a boil. My heart ached as it passed my wife who wouldn't see me. He even avoided my touch. In fact, he was clearly the one who was wrong for slapping me, right?

No, I was wrong. I deserve that slap because of my outrageous attitude towards her.

TB