Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

100. A Story for Gara.

I gasped at Gara's words, not expecting a child as small as Gara to talk like that. Did his father tell him?

"Garrlla wants bobo rubbed again with Auntie Good! Garrlla Bosen rubbed the same Mbak Nirrlla terrllus!" say the boy again. I was stunned to hear his words. It was heard in the back because of the voice of the father who warned his son not to talk like that.

I just laughed softly at Gara who was obedient to her father's words.

"Haven't you yet? Papa's sleepy, it's night. Gara also must have slept," said Arga's voice.

"Don't want to!" Shouted loudly until my ears hurt to hear the cry of the child.

"Garrlla wants dengerrll cerrlliita darrlli Aunty Good!" yell at the kid again.

"Gara, Aunt Ayu also has to sleep. It's already night. Good boy, right?" Sounded subtle Arga.

"Dak!! Garrlla is not a good boy!!" gara shouted again, then another shout came from Gara with a loud voice, it seemed like the father did not manage to persuade Gara. He kept shouting if he was not a good boy if his wishes were not obeyed.

"Gara," call me.

"Good boy, good boy. Sleep, yeah. It's late, honey," I told him.

"Garrlla wants to dengerrll cerrllita" he said in a spoiled tone. The atmosphere there sounds calmer.

"How can I ask Mbak Nira who tells the story. Don't bother Aunt Ayu, yes," the father asked his son.

"Wouldn't! Garrlla wants Aunt Ayu!" The boy screamed again.

"Arga, already. Let it. I'm fine." Whether Arga heard it or not I spoke like that, but then now Gara was silent.

"How to sleep now, Aunt will tell the story" I told the boy.

"Horllee!" he shouted with a cheerful tone. I had a smile on my lips when I heard that voice.

"Garrlla's sleeping!" scream again from there.

I asked Gara what story he wanted. He mentioned a title and it turned out that he chose Three Bears And A Wolf.

I don't really know about the story, I'm rushing to find the title that Gara means on the laptop. With a little reading of what was there, I immediately told him.

I don't know if the child is sleeping or not, but now the atmosphere there is calmer than before.

I'm not a good storyteller, but just read what's on the laptop. I was also quite confused with what I read. My mind got carried away, if I had a child, my son might have asked me to read a story.

No sound heard from far away made me think that Gara might have fallen asleep.

I tried to call him but there was no voice from him. Until finally another voice stunned me.

"How to sleep" said the man. His voice sounded so soft that it made me feel strange.

"Oh, thank God that Gara's asleep. Did he sleep well?" I ask, there's a little bit of worry about the kid.

"I think so" replied Arga.

"Thankful, huh. Then I'll go to bed too" I said.

"Yes. Thank you because you want to be distracted again. Sorry," he said.

"It's okay. Because it was small. Yes, I hung up."

"Good night" I replied.

I hung up from Arga. The feeling inside this chest continued to thump when he heard her soft voice.

Oh my God what happened to me? What's with me?

I took away all the feelings in my heart and decided to just sleep, rather than feeling it was getting more ridiculous and confusing. Trying to make a story also can not think well, instead type delete, type delete from earlier.

The night was getting late but I couldn't sleep either. I went to the kitchen, because not sleeping made me hungry.

After eating, the sleepiness comes. The stupid weight that might increase, if the midnight hunger is not held, that is my principle now.

The morning after cooking I talked to Mom about me wanting to work. Mother didn't allow it at first but after hearing my reason I finally collapsed as well.

I insist I want to work because from writing it is not always reliable. Indeed income can exceed most salaries, but all depends on hockey. Some of the titles I've made so far are more than two, but the ones that bring hockey are just from one title I've made right now, the others are just a little bit of revenue, even if I do not have a novel that is still running it will be difficult to get money.

"But you also have to take care of your ID first, Yu. Your ID card is still married. The family card is still the same as Hilman's, right?" said my mother who finally agreed to work.

I almost forgot that important thing. All this time I have not taken care of my identity card because it is busy with my health and also busy with my real life.

"Yes, Mom. Ayu will solve the KTP problem and move KK with Mom again. Later in the afternoon Ayu will ask Pak RT any conditions for the submission of moving KK and change KTP," I told Mother.

After getting permission, I went to the market to shop for stalls and kitchens. Luckily I was quite independent and could ride my own motorbike, so I didn't have to be confused and bother others to pick up.

Women need to be able to live independently. It's nothing, but life isn't always sweet. Maybe if we think and concentrate great expectations on our partner to always make the wife happy, but also remember if all that can be only temporary. Not that I pray for the bad, but the future who knows, right? I'm example!

Be grateful for those of you who have a good husband and also care, but do not also make ourselves as a spoiled person. Women need to be independent!

This market is not too big, but it is quite complete with what is in it, vegetables, meat, even clothing and shoe stores and bags are also in the northern part of the market.

First I look for the needs of the stall, complementing what has been reduced from there. Two boxes of snacks and coffee and the others I've brought and kept on the bike.

Back I headed into the market to buy vegetables, all here I would fill the vegetable stock in the refrigerator as well.

I walked towards where the meat was. Only one place remained open, the other was empty on his right left.

"Chicken one tail, Mas. Ask to be cut. Ati ampela half a kilo," I asked the seller. The young man replied and immediately weighed the ampella and cut the chicken I had asked into pieces. I noticed that deft hand was cutting meat easily.

"Eh, this ... that's Kyai Amrul's betrothed, right?" ask someone who just arrived a few minutes ago and wait for their turn.

I looked at the woman I thought was the same age as Mom.

"Really! This is from Talang Village! God, ayune!" he shouted while rubbing my arm. I haven't had a chance to answer before, this mother's hunt is talking again.

"Eh, Mum. Not ...."

"Thank God that Ustadz Zain would have a beautiful wife like this. This is her aunt, Nduk. His aunt Ustadz Zain, the younger brother of his mother Zain!" he shouted while patting his chest as if he wanted to convince if he was the Aunt of the person in question.

"Mom saw you from Mas Zain's phone. It turns out that the real thing is more beautiful. God willing!" He laughed, until he saw a frown under his eyes. I was surprised by what he said. Uztadz Zain has a picture of me? From where?

"This is loh, Mas. My niece's future wife." Appoint the mother to the meatman. The young man just nodded with a smile.

"Are you sure this woman is a candidate for Ustadz Zain?" someone's voice was heard behind us.