Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission
133. The Presence of Gara in the Hospital



For a moment I was silent, scared. What would you think of Arga here.


"Mom, Arga has been helping and keeping Mom here" I told my mother. Mom silently looked at Arga with a dislike look. I feel bad for Arga. He's been sincerely helping and keeping Mom here.


"Mom drink first." I helped my mother to raise her head and give her water to drink.


"Is there any pain? Do you want me to call the doctor?" ask me to Mom.


Arga was seen rising from his seat. "You're here, Yu. Let me call the doctor and I'll also say goodbye to go back to Mom's room" said the man. I feel more and more unwell. He's been a lot of help, but Mom's reaction was like that.


"Mom, I'm sorry if my presence made you displeased. Because now Ayu is here I want to say goodbye," said the man politely.


Mother just kept quiet and did not answer. Arga nodded his head in a sign of respect to Mother. I thanked him very much. Let me apologize to him later after I have time to meet with Arga.


I looked at my mother with a look of disbelief. I was a little disappointed with my behavior like this. At least Mom tried to be friendly to the person who had helped her.


"Mom, Arga has helped Mom, he also contacted Ayu if Mom was taken to this hospital. Can't you be better with her? At least I don't have to give her the same cynical look." I spoke with a slight tone of rage. Very disappointed with my mother's words. How much do you dislike Arga until such an attitude of the mother to him.


My mother was silent and did not answer my words.


Not long after a female doctor came into this room. His smile was wide, he greeted us kindly.


After a bit of pleasantry the woman's doctor examined the state of the mother, asking her which one was painful and also how she was feeling right now. I just quietly watched the doctor and also Mother, but in my heart was still disappointed with the attitude of the mother earlier.


"It's okay, but Diah's mom should take a two-night break here so we can monitor Diah's mom. Has she ever had an operation on the head?" ask the doctor to me.


"Yes, Doctor. A few months ago, removal of the tumor" I told the doctor.


The doctor nodded his head.


"So it's better for Ms. Diah to stay in the hospital for two nights, we're a little worried about Ms. Diah's surgery" the doctor said.


"Yes, Doctor. It's okay if it has to be done, but how does the doctor know if my mother has had surgery?" ask him.


The doctor smiled at me. "I saw the scar on Mother Diah's head that resulted in hair growth in the scars slightly inhibited. And I also asked Mr. Arga about it. It just so happened that he knew and told me that Diah's mother had surgery. Therefore I suggested to Mbak Ayu that Bu Diah be treated for the next two days," said the doctor again.


I could hear the words from the doctor. How did Arga know Mom had surgery? Suddenly, I remembered my meeting with Nira and her mother at the same hospital.


The doctor stopped after he finished examining the mother.


"What really happened to Mom? Why is Mom outside? Why aren't you with Yu Tarni?" I asked by looking at Mom sharply, demanding an answer.


Mother still remained silent not knowing what she was thinking.


"Mother was just out for a while, bored at home. I wanted to go to the market" replied Mother slowly.


"Why should you be alone? I can take Yu Tarni along. I know no, Ayu was shocked when she heard from Arga that she had an accident and was taken to this hospital. What happens if Arga doesn't see Mom here? Ayu won't know it was an accident!" I said a little exclaiming with an annoyed feeling. Mommy could have gone and been wretched, even though this was definitely fate, but still, I was very upset because of my concern for Mother.


"Mother just crossed the street, Yu. There is a motor that does not stop. Suddenly grazed Mom until Mom fell. Sorry, that worries you." Mom raised her hand, rubbed my head gently. I'm still upset, but I'm more worried that these eyes are hot and watery.


"Mother don't go alone anymore. Ayu is worried that there is nothing with Mom. It's just the mother Ayu has." I cried, couldn't stand this feeling anymore. My mother apologized for her mistake. Why don't you think I'm so worried?


I hugged this fragile body, crying without caring about the ridicule of Mother who said I was like a child.


The door of the room was knocked from the outside violently, as if it was impatient to open.


Mom took off her arms and told me to see who was coming.


"Aante!!" The door opened before I got there. Shouted the voice of a small child in a distinctive tone every time I called out to me. He ran so fast that his hair went up and down. Not for two seconds, the tiny body hit me and hugged my feet tightly. Behind him walked quickly Arga who caught up to Gara.


The footsteps slowed down, he slightly bent his body and smiled at Mom.


"Sorry, we're disturbing. Because suddenly just ran here," said Arga with a face that looks bad to us.


"I miss Auntie, Papa!" said the boy, not letting go of his embrace. I glanced at Mother who was just fixated on what was happening.


I rubbed my hair, always soft as usual.


"Tante is kangen too!" I smiled happily. The longing that had been lingering in the recesses of the heart was relieved when he saw it was fine. A typical smile, and a look of eyes full of longing I see on the handsome face of Gara.


I crouched down, equalizing my height with this five-year-old.


"lik! If Auntie kangen why Aunt never met Garrlla again? Auntie rekarrll promise!" Knit the boy with the face he put on. Increasingly makes him cute, especially when the cheeks are filled with empty air, like a puffer fish that is bulging when he was invited to land.


"Sorry, Aunt is working now. So, Aunty can't see each other often because of." I tried to talk slowly to this boy.


"Huh! Excuse me!" said the boy was slouching, his lips pursed funny. He turned his gaze away from me to Mom. Those round eyes did not blink looking at the person who had given birth to me.