Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

1. A Message of Picture

"Mas, how did you get out of the old town?" I asked as I tidied a few pieces of Mas Hilman's clothes, my husband, into a suitcase.

"Yes. The project in Bandung is in trouble and as the person appointed to take responsibility, I have to get everything done as soon as possible. Hopefully it's done quickly and I'll go home quickly" said Mas Hilman, combing his hair back. His eyes focused on the mirror, his hands continued to move combing his hair neatly.

"You're okay, am I staying, right? If in a quiet house you just do it at the mother's house. Or am I taking you there now?" asked Mas Hilman, now he is wearing a tie. I got up and helped her put on a maroon tie, my birthday present for her a few months ago.

Mas Hilman wrapped his hands around my waist, while I wrapped the tie around his neck. My shoulder-length body made Mas Hilman slightly bow, I freely concluded the tie in front of his neck.

Mas Hilman's face was so radiantly staring at me at this moment. The two corners of his lips were pulled to the side making his eyes slightly narrowed. I like his smile like this. His handsome face is getting handsome and making me fall in love with him more and more every day. Oh... every second.

Mas Hilman is an understanding man. A man who can make me forget everything. The adult figure that led me to become a mature woman as well. Always loved me. Always love me every morning. How am I not going to fall in love with a romantic guy like him?

Seven years of marriage. He never complained to me, never sued me or blamed me because we had not been given any children. You know what he said?

"The boy was just a pouch. Maybe God still doesn't believe in us. If the time comes, of course we will also get what we should have got. Just let us be like this first. 'It's like dating!"

Mas Hilman chuckled after saying so. I was overwhelmed at that moment. Mas Hilman can always get rid of all the anxiety and sadness that hit this heart because I have not perfected myself to be a wife for him.

The tie is neatly set. I checked everything that was on his body. The grey suit he was wearing made him look gallant. With a slow movement I rubbed his chest, chest that field that always makes me feel at home leaning there when this heart is troubled.

"Hey ... Shall I deliver no?" ask Mas Hilman again. Because I admired him, I forgot that he asked.

"No need. I want to take a few first. At most later in the afternoon I went to my own mother's house on a motorbike."

"Oh, yeah." Mas Hilman now brought his head closer and kissed my forehead, eyes, nose, then to the lips. His hands were getting tighter around my waist until our bodies stuck to each other like stamps.

The roar of his warm breath, the sweet taste of his lips, his tongue now playing in my mouth made me lulled with his sweet treatment. Really this is an injection of spirit this morning. A kiss I won't get for the next week.

Mas Hilman's hand now began to move upwards, pressing on the nape of my neck and deepening our kiss. It got hotter and hotter as our tongues twisted and made it hard for me to breathe. Just about Mas Hilman undressed me, his hand had already unbuttoned two of my clothes. If not the sound of the sound of his cellphone that rang loudly maybe soon we will ....

Ah, just interrupt!

Mas Hilman had already pulled himself, but his hand was still on one of the upper parts of my body.

"Mas ih! Naughty!" I shook off his hands that were still on my chest. My husband just chuckled at my eyes. This chest was still pounding violently. Already hoping for the next scene .. uh even zonk. Hehe ....

"Hp you sound." I pulled myself a step back from him. Mas Hilman took out his phone, pressed the screen and put it back in his pants pocket.

"Cock not lifted?" my many. I came back to tidy up the tie that was slanted due to our actions earlier, put it in a suit and rubbed his slightly tangled clothes.

"It's from Deon. Maybe he's at the office. I'll go first, yeah. You be careful at home. Once I get to you later I'll call you.'' One warm kiss landed on my forehead then continued on my nose, both cheeks, and stopped in front of my lips.

"I'm gonna miss this one. I won't let go again." Mas Hilman chuckled while winking his one eye mischievously at me. Ih, you pervert!

"I'm leaving, yes" she said. I'm nodding.

"I'll take you forward, yeah" I bargained. Mas Hilman grabbed my waist while another hand dragged the suitcase.

It was always like this every time Mas Hilman would go to work. Honestly, I can't be far from him. Since he became my husband, he has been the focus of my life, my happiness, and everything for me, after my mother of course.

"You want to use a car? If you want, I'll take a taxi. It's also a shame that in the car office just idle in the basement," said Mas Hilman when we were on the terrace.

"No, ah. Using a car cannot overtake. Still good with the bike," I said. Mas Hilman looked at me with a dislike look. One of his hands was raised up with his index finger now pointing right in front of my nose.

"Don't speed!" his sweat.

"I don't want you to crash or fall because of speeding. Your skin can also be black if you wear a motorcycle without a jacket." His face was enraged, but I knew he could never be angry with me. I just stick my tongue out at him. Mas Hilman laughed at my behavior that did not care about the warning from him

"Yes, take good care of yourself. I'm goin. If there's anything you call me, yeah. Remember don't eat instant noodles and coffee a lot" he said, shuffling my hair slowly after which he rubbed my cheeks gently.

"See you next week. Love You." - Love You." Mas Hilman raised both his hands above his head and made a huge heart shape. I laughed at this behavior. We are not teenagers, but we don't care, we do that. Stttt ....

Again. Mas Hilman kissed me on the forehead before he moved to get in the car.

The car was already outside the fence, Hilman smiled from behind the wheel, waving his hand at me. I waved my hand at him

"Be careful, Mum!" my yelling. He only nodded after that raising his car glass. The car left me who was still staring at him. The hotter air made me unable to stand it and pushed the iron fence until it was perfectly covered.

I stared at the simple house we bought three years ago. The struggle to buy this house was very felt, and I am grateful for this we live in a simple house, but this is ours. No need to pay anymore.

I took the water hose in front of the house. Plants that almost withered I watered to look fresh again, the smell of dry soil smelled a little make my nose ticklish. Two sneezing makes this nose feel very relieved.

Finished with the garden and sweeping outside the house, I continued cleaning the inside of the house. No need to explain the details of what I do now, homework is never endless. Fatiguing.

Three hours of moving this body, the sweat pours from the face, neck, into my clothes. This is indeed a sport that is suitable for me who is lazy to exercise outside.

"Aahh .. This pain is also this waist." I complained alone. If only there was Mas Hilman beside me he would definitely help finish the homework and after that massage my waist, and after massaging the waist then we ....

Aih .. My mind is naughty! Hehe .. imagined that face until my ears became hot.

This body is sticky, I go into the room to get a towel, then go back outside to the bathroom.

This house is just a simple house with three bedrooms, kitchen living room, and also dining room, one bathroom adjacent to the kitchen. Behind the house there is one additional room, quite large in size, we use as a laundry room as well as an ironing room. There is still a narrow area we use to dry clothes.

Before long I took a shower, half an hour to pamper myself after tired of activities. I took the laptop from the room and I put it on the dining table. With a glass of iced coffee on the side, I began my happiest times. It was so fresh this hot afternoon.

A blue app now adorns my days. After I resigned from the office because of Mas Hilman's request I became bored just staying at home, and finally I just spent my time reading novels online. Being unemployed is stressful for me and so I'm making up a story.

There wasn't much I made, I just typed when I got the idea, and that was what I did behind Mas Hilman. I'm afraid he'll be upset if I say I've become an online platform writer.

'It's the same as work!' It was possible that Mas Hilman would say that, and what if he asked me to stop again?

The results I got from there weren't much either, but I was quite happy to see it add up every month. About the results I do not bother with how much I get, this I do just to fill my free time.

Trings ....

One message notification was heard on my phone.I who was responsible with my typing did not then open the message. If this is stopped I'm not sure I'll remember what I was thinking.

I opened it after I finished the last paragraph. There are several notifications there, one of which is a message from Mas Hilman.

[I'm on the road, this again stops first in the rest area.]

Message an hour ago. I smile. Mas Hilman never forgets to give news on every business trip.

Another message I opened. From my mother, from my best friend Diana, and some of my friends, to when I opened one other message.

This chest was pounding uncontrollably, rumbling like a big wave that hit the reef. My eyes are heating up not to be distracted from the image message I just opened.

My cheeks warmed up because of a liquid that had just come out of the eye, no matter now more and more and wet the thighs.

"No way." I said with a soft word. I quickly enlarged the picture that someone had sent me.

No way! This isn't Mas Hilman!

But everything I saw was not my imagination. It was not that I was wrong to see, as I enlarged the look of the image .. It was indeed Mas Hilman, sitting together with a young woman beside him with a white veil attached above the heads of the two. The man's hand was shaking the hand of another man wearing a black suit in front of him.

It's a wedding! Even Mas Hilman's family was there!

Why is this happening? Why did he betray me?