Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

115. So Mama Gara!

The distance of the Arga house is quite far also in my opinion, let alone the road a little jammed, can not speed at all. I'm worried about Gara's situation. Hopefully Arga can calm the boy down.

After an hour, I finally arrived at the house. The house is quite magnificent, with a green garden and some flowers that are in front of it. A guard opened the gate for me.

"Thank you, sir."

I put the two wheels back in there. The sound of crying from inside the house became clearer as I parked my butut between the three cars that were there.

Arga is seen coming out of the house holding Gara who is crying on his shoulder.

"Argha. How's it?" I quickly approached the two of them. Because he raised his head and looked at me, it looked sad and red. Both of his hands were stretched out into the air.

"Tante Ayu!" he cried, he cried louder. I took over Gara's little body from his father's arms. Hot air immediately hit my body which is still wrapped in a jacket.

Her body is hot and sweaty. She now cries with her head resting on my shoulder and her two small hands wrapped around my neck.

"Cup-cup, baby. Don't cry anymore, yeah." I calmed Gara down, patting her on the back slowly. Soon the boy's cries subsided. Occasionally his body jolted due to the powerful sobbing.

"Garrlla wants Aunt Ayu. Garrlla's sick, Tan," she told me.

"Yes. Now Aunt is here. Cause don't cry anymore, yeah." talk to him. The head nodded slowly.

Arga looked at me with a gentle look. "Thank you, you've come to calm Gara down. I don't know how else to persuade and calm him, Yu," said Arga slowly.

"It's okay. I also feel sorry that Gara keeps crying."

"Then, come in. The wind is a bit big out here," he said. We stepped foot, but I remembered the provisions that Mother had given me earlier.

"Eh, that's .. on my bike there's rice."

Arga's forehead shriveled at my words.

"Why bring rice? Let me bring it," he said, then go to the direction my bike was.

"That's it, Mother who supplies it. I said I was going to the hospital with Mom" I replied honestly. Why is it so hard to lie to her? Just like old times.

"You lied to Mom?" ask Arga.

"That's .. I don't feel good about saying I want to go to a man's house." I looked down, not daring to look at him.

"I'm sorry, yeah. This must be hard for you, right? In the future, I will take care of Gara myself. Sorry, yeah."

Arga's words, a little made me feel strange in my heart, there was such a slight pinch of pain. Why does it feel like he didn't say the last sentence?

"Come, in. It's getting colder out here" he said. Arga invited me to come in first.

I took Arga into his room and persuaded him to eat first. According to Arga, this child does not eat from morning. It was only fitting that his body was so limp.

"How to eat, right? Kan, Auntie's already here. Eat huh?" I persuaded the little boy who was now lying comfortably on his bed. His head nodded weakly.

Arga gave her a bowl of porridge which she had warmed. "Sorry, yeah. It's been a lot of trouble" said the man, looking unwell.

I smiled at him. "It's okay. Where's medicine?"

"How to eat later, eat the medicine too huh? Let it heal quickly," I told Gara by persuading. He shook his head. Closing her small mouth with both palms.

"Bitter!"

I unscrewed the lid of the liquid syrup-shaped medicine bottle and dripped it slightly in the palm of my hand, then sipped it from there. Orange taste, there is a bit of bitter taste, anyway.

"Main balls in the same garden Aunty Ayu?" His round eyes looked at me.

"I-iya," I said stammered. I lyrics Arga who is silent staring at the son. Duh, what should I do? Why do you feel trapped by this child's wishes?

"You!" he shouted with a hoarse voice. A happy roar emanated on his slightly tyrannical face than when he last met three days ago.

I'm feeding Gara. It felt quite awkward to feed Arga's son with his father who was sitting on the edge of the other bed. I feel ashamed to be close to him. Like not free movement and breathing.

The phone rang, not mine.

"I'm out first, Yu. There's a phone." Arga had already stood up then left the room, making me able to sigh lightly.

I went back to feed Gara, but after five mouthfuls the boy said he didn't want to eat anymore. He said bitter, maybe his tongue is uncomfortable right now.

The yellow medicine I put in his mouth. He was protesting, but I convinced the little boy to take the medicine so he could return to play as before.

Funnily enough, he covered his nose with his little hands.

"Smart kid!" I'm giving a drink to Gara. Moisturizing her wet mouth with a tissue.

"Tante, will you stay with Garrlla here? Would it be later if Garrlla was sick could Aunt urrllusin?" asked the little boy, it was anxious to hear the voice of Gara who was stricken with the flu, more melodious and funny. Ish, at a time like this even thinks his voice is funny.

"Em, that's .. I can't, 'cause."

"Why can't you?" ask Gara confusedly. Her round eyes did not take her eyes off me.

"That's .. right. Em ...." I'm honestly confused. How am I supposed to speak the language of the children he can understand?

"That's because Auntie and Gara's father lived separately."

"Then get married!" said the boy a little exclaiming.

"Eh, married? Do you know where that word came from?" tanyaku brushed off the surprise. This five-year-old boy is talking about getting married.

"Said Rrllael, Mama used to live with her Papa not together, but now now married. So, Rraell's got Papa barrlluu. You can stay with the Papa!" he said in a special tone of a child.

"Tante is married to Papa, so that Garrlla can call Mama too!"

Eh, again made the same baper child.

"Ehm, that's ... Can't Be Because. Aunty has a mother. Later if aunty married Papa Gara and lived here, Mother Aunt who is the same?"

"Yes bring it here! We will live together here. There's Garrlla, Papa, Oma, Aunt Mother, same Aunt ... Uh, Mama!" errativeness.

"We .. one, two, three ..," For showing his hand, counting the fingers that were there. "..., five! We can live here five!" yell at the kid again.

"Yes, Auntie, huh? Wantsome? So Mama Garrlla. Garrlla doesn't have a mother. Garrlla no Mama like Rrllael can wait at school! Garrlla promised to be a good boy, nurrllut." said the boy. Her cheerful face now looked sad.

"Yeah. Because now bobo first, yes. I've been taking medicine, let's get well tomorrow."

"Hem, but Auntie sleepershere." He patted the place beside him. I nodded, moved to sit next to her and pulled the blanket to sleep near Gara.

The still warm little hand hugged my neck, the warm breath from her nose hitting my neck. The heat, it makes me like in the oven coming into contact with the body of fever Gara.

Slow pats I give her on her ass. My mouth chanted the prophet's solawat, accompanying Gara who slowly entered the dreamland.