Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

137. Meet Arga

I'm glad to hear what Mom said just now. I finally end up blessing my relationship and Arga's. Uh, what relationship? We haven't inaugurated anything before. Hehe.

Errata. Our relationship is still not happening and entering a level of nothing.

Soon I went to the room after Mom went to bed. I can't wait for Mom to fall asleep and call Arga immediately, telling her if I finally agree.

"Hello" I said after hearing Arga's voice across the street.

"Yes? What's up, Yu? Is Mom okay?" asked Arga, there was a worried tone I heard from there. I don't know what the guy was thinking so every time I called what I heard was a question about Mom's health first coming out of her mouth.

"Mom .. well," I replied. It feels good today too. The dabble inside the chest the longer the tighter I felt when I wanted to say that.

"Certainly? What's the matter you call me?" This time it sounded confused.

"That's ...."

"What?" ask Arga again.

"I-I .. that ..." Uh! Stupidly stiff to not be able to say anything right now!

"Yes, what's wrong with you?" ask Arga impatiently.

I could only open and close my mouth without being able to speak at all. The hands and feet were agitatedly hot and cold, but I just had to talk to him about the good news.

"What the hell? Don't make me curious, you!" He's starting to sound upset. The cry of Gara's cry sounded like he was inviting Arga to play, the cry of Gara exclaiming 'dor-dor' there.

"You're busy, huh?" my many.

"Ah, no. Just looking after Gara. What the hell is it?" ask again.

"Oh. That's .. It's okay. We meet can?" ask me finally.

"Can, where?"

"Cafe or park doesn't matter." I answered, but instead told him to choose. Ow hell! Why am I suddenly stupid like this?

"Haha, you're weird. Okay, deh. You want it where it's up. I'd say it, but if it's better at the cafe or the restaurant. What about dinner tonight? Wait for Gara to sleep first, afraid that she will not go home if she meets you" whispered Arga in the last sentence.

I smiled hearing such a whisper so imagine that Arga was glancing at Gara and covered her mouth, so as not to be heard by the son.

"Okay, it's up to you."

"I'll pick you up?" ask the voice again when I'm going to turn off the phone.

"no need. I'm walking alone."

***

"Be careful" said Mother from her place as I bid my farewell. Mom is watching tv, waiting for her favorite soap opera that will soon air.

"Cieee, who wants to see a candidate!" risma exclaimed seductively, her eyebrows rising up and down with a grin grin on her lips.

"Haha, don't be jealous ...."

I did not lose to him, back to bother him to make Risma sing her lips.

"Greetings from Risma, Ma'am." The boy exclaimed as I headed for the door. I just waved my hand and immediately left from there.

The cafe I went to was not too far from home, it was only about twenty minutes away. I refused to meet at the restaurant because I went in there with Mas Hilman and was distressed by the ethics I had to do there. Especially when what Arga calls is a famous restaurant. Although Adab ate me quite well, but I was afraid and did not want to make Arga embarrassed.

The cafe Arga chose was not too far from home, it was because the man was worried if I went too far. In fact, I have been used to traveling alone, especially the distance from home to office also takes more than an hour of travel.

Up in front of the cafe, I saw Arga waiting out there. It looks different from what I've seen. There were no suits and pants, shiny black shoes and briefcase, stiff hair, and also her perfect attitude as a top. This time he wore a white shirt with a black jacket, his arm shirt he revealed half, black jeans and sports shoes in white, hair that seemed messy, and his arm was half, but it makes him look younger. It's like I saw Arga over ten years ago.

There was a sense of warmth as the man stood outside and smiled as I approached him.

"You finally arrived. I'm afraid you're on the road" said the man.

"I'm used to being on the road alone. I thought you were waiting inside."

"How am I going to wait inside, if the woman I'm waiting for is on the road riding a motorcycle alone?" the answer.

Uh, Arga. Why does hearing this make me touched? Mas Hilman alone if you go home to work and wait for me at the cafe, he had already spent one cup of coffee on the table when I arrived.

"Come, in. My legs have been sore waiting for you since then," said the man again.

We went into the cafe and chose to sit in a chair near a large window. Roads and vehicles are clearly visible from inside here, pedestrians passing on the sidewalk back and forth passing with their respective activities.

"What do you want to order?" Arga asked after the waiter came and gave the menu.

"You order anything up."

Arga looked at me for a moment, then switched to the menu that was there. His lips were pursed with a frown. He then pointed at the menu paper he had in hand, the waiter immediately wrote down the order.

"I ordered the food that we used to eat a lot" said the man. I thought for a moment, what we used to eat is so much, because I never choose food.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked with a gentle smile imprinted on his lips.

I'm down. I won't look at him. I just want to know how he reacted.

"I'd like to apologize before, Ga."

"Mother ... Mom told me that you were waiting for someone to come and whip me."