Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

116. Trapped

I slowly got up, very carefully. Don't want to get to the bottom of it if I go and wake up. I put a thick blanket on his body that was asleep. His forehead and neck also did not escape my touch. It's been quite a drop in her body temperature that was hot when I first came.

Outside, Arga sat down while playing his phone. He stood up when he saw me approaching him.

"How to sleep, I'm home, yeah." Pamitku.

"Emh, it's better. You have dinner here. I've ordered food for you, and just arrived" Arga said.

"Eh, that .. don't bother, Ga. It's also late, I better just go home." Reject me.

"Oh, then, I'll have the driver take you home."

"I brought my own bike, Ga. How are you going to deliver?" ask her.

Arga glanced at me, then turned his gaze in another direction.

"I mean ... I'll get the driver and the security guard to take you, let Pak Satpam's motorbike bring you, you take the car with the driver," he said.

"No need, Ga.. It troubles the others. I'm okay to go home alone. It's not too late either, anyway" I said.

"Don't, I beg you. You I've bothered. I would feel so guilty if you went home alone" Arga said with a pleading face. I'm getting confused.

"Ga, I've been walking alone with a motorcycle, it's okay ...."

"I beg you, Yu!" Cut quick. I can't do anything anymore.

"All right, it's up to you" I said resignedly.

Arga smiled happily.

"I'll get the bag and jacket in Gara's room." I went back to Gara's room to get my jacket, my bag and my phone.

Because a little mumbling in his sleep, I don't know what he said, not too clearly I listen.

"Mama" he said in the murmur. It was very warm to hear him say Mama, but also sad, the little child Gara never felt the love of a mother.

I approached Gara and kissed her sweaty forehead. It was my first experience taking care of a sick child. The presence of Gara makes my life a little have another color in this life, not only monotonous black and gray.

It felt a little heavy also left him, but now Gara had also slept well, the heat had gone down, there was no need to worry anymore.

"Thank you, yeah. You've helped me calm Gara down until she goes to sleep" Arga said.

"Either. I'm glad I could help you" I replied.

"I'm taking it outside."

We walked out of the house. Arga took a distance of two steps beside me. He walked in upright steps, with both hands he put in his training pants pocket.

"You must have been busy when I called?" ask Arga.

"No, I just finished the shower. No trouble" I replied.

"I'm sorry once again for making you hard to come here" he said again.

"That's it, Ga. I'm it's okay. I'm happy because I wanted to eat and eat medicine. You have to take care of him tonight."

We've reached the open garage where I keep the bike. Arga called his driver and the security guard at the post, the two men running small towards Arga.

"Take Mbak Ayu to his house. Mr. Seno, please bring the bike Mbak Ayu," Arga said to the two who answered with a nod of the head.

Arga opened the car door for me, while the one called Pak Seno took over my bike.

"Thank you, Ga."

"You be careful going home, yeah."

I nodded, then got in the car. Arga looked at me from where he stood, while Mr. Driver started the car engine.

"Tante Ayu!!" The cry of a child's voice with his cry, sounded in the ears. Because in his caretaker's arms revolted asking to go down. The babysitter looked overwhelmed and took Gara down from her sling. Quickly the little boy I had put to bed ran over and banged on the car door.

"Don't go home!" he shouted again, sobs were getting louder and louder.

"Don't go home! Garrlla wants Aunt Ayu!"

Arga approached and carried Gara, but the crying little boy kept on wriggling to call my name in his tears.

His face looked very sad.His hands were stretched out, as if I did not accept the one who was going to leave.

The strange feeling came back to this heart, it hurt to see Gara who was crying so much, just like before. His father's persuasion couldn't stop the boy's cries.

I opened the car door, stormed in the direction where Gara was, quickly the weak body moved back into my sling.

"Do not perrllgiii, huuu ...." Her crying. Hugged my neck tightly.

"Yes, Auntie doesn't go, don't cry, yeah," I talked to her. I rubbed the little back slowly, I kissed her wet cheeks a few times. Gara's body was hot again, probably because of the crying just now.

I didn't go home, now I'm back in Gara's room, putting him in his bed. I don't know why seeing Gara crying makes me never have the heart to leave her. I had to go home for hours. Hopefully, because I fall asleep quickly.

Because of his whining, he wanted to sleep with me, but also wanted to sleep with his father. I gasped at that, but Gara did not want to understand even though it had been explained by me or Arga. This little boy wanted to sleep between the two of us.

Arga slept on her side behind Gara, her big hands patting the boy's butt slowly, while Gara faced me, hugging my neck tightly.

I was embarrassed by this situation, even if I just obeyed Gara's wishes, but sleeping one bed with a man, let alone Arga, made me a little claustrophobic. It felt uncomfortable, even though Arga now closed both eyes. My chest is pounding no crap. After Gara's asleep, I need to get out of here!

Sometimes I couldn't bear to look at Arga who was asleep. That handsome face was very calm.

Hais! What the hell am I doing? Don't let me get hung up with him again!

It's been an hour, but Gara didn't sleep either. I'm getting confused. He just looked at me with my neck tightly. His eyes did not turn away from me at all.

"Cara. Sleep, Son. It's night, '" I told him. His head shook quickly.

"Wouldn't! If Garrlla sleeps again, Aunt Ayu perrllgi!" say the boy with fear. He put his head around my neck and hugged me even tighter. The heat of the air hit this body again.

"No, Auntie's not leaving. Because of sleep, it's already night. Let's get well tomorrow!" The boy's head shook quickly.

"No way!"

"Gara, right said aunty Ayu. Because you have to go to bed quickly to get well, son." Arga spoke up. I thought this man was asleep, because his eyes were closed.