Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

147. Application Part 2

My chest is pounding, this hand is shaking, the knee is limp without knowing why.

Time, just because of the arrival of Arga and family I became like this? Whereas when Mas Hilman and his family came to propose, I was ordinary, just a little pounding. That'sthat's all.

I was restless, suddenly there was fear, even though Mother had allowed me to be with Arga, and also Papa who had accepted me as I was, she said, but I don't know why there is such an unusual feeling, fear, anxiety, pounding, happiness, being one and I can't get rid of this heart.

Geck, tok.

The sound of the door being knocked twice from outside. I who was sitting on the edge of the mattress gasped, hands still trembling as the room door opened and displayed the figure of Aunt who rushed in with a smile.

"Called, tuh!" exclaim Aunt. I looked at Auntie, both hands couldn't stop pinching each other. Aunt approaching. "Beautiful" he said. He stroked my cheek gently.

"Fear," I said suddenly in a soft tone. Aunty chuckled, her one eyebrow rising upwards.

"Have had a proposal before, I'm still afraid, hihi. Even if the Ina, who is proposed by people, it is natural to be afraid. This is the second time, I'm still scared." Aunt laughed again while closing her mouth. Ina is Aunt's biggest child.

I looked at Auntie. What Auntie said was true, but I couldn't help myself. Scared and nervous for no reason.

"It looks like Arga's something, huh?" goda Aunty's. "Look him. Awesome euy, can be applied to such a handsome man. His son is also a pisan. Featured seedlings!" Aunt raised both her thumbs, making me a little embarrassed to hear it.

"Auntie with Mom, ex?" ask Aunt again. I grew even more embarrassed, avoiding Aunt's gaze and nodding slowly.

"Aaaah, pantesan like ABG's son again. CeLeBek, or da!" said Aunt in her distinctive tone. I looked at Aunt not understanding.

"Duck, what?" many confused.

"CLRP, CLBK. Old Love Reunited!" bibi said as she fused her two fingertips together, a mischievous smile at me. I'm getting embarrassed.

"Hayu atuh, we're out!" Auntie is pulling my hand slowly. "Later the casep (bull) disappointed if you do not meet the prospective wife!" auntie is impatient. Reminded like that, my chest thumped back.

"Fear of fainting!" my spoken. It feels like this self to be more, but honestly I am afraid right now.

"You want a big aunt?" asked Auntie, again smiling mischievously. I shook my head, of course Bibi was just bothering me, I was already very big, would not be strong he was carrying like when I was a child.

"Duh, just this time Auntie saw you blushing like this, but it was the same time you used to be, not really!"

"Surely different is this the same, huh?" Aunt laughed again.

"Geez, why are you still chatting? The guests outside are waiting. Mah, was invited to chat wae or prospective panganten, tea. (Well, don't talk to the bride!). Bring it out, tuh carunya (pity) Si Ujang –sebutan for younger men, Sunda– already like people who want to be circumcised aja. It's restless!" said Mamang from the doorway. Aunty stopped her teasing of me and swerved back at her husband.

"Ti was invited by ge kaluar, but ieu tah si Neng Ayu na nu siga ABG slave, sieun ceunah!"

(From earlier also invited out, but this is Neng Ayu, like ABG's son, afraid he said!" Auntie says.

"His geus atuh, hayu kaluar. Guests on the wait!" (Yes, let's go out. Guests are waiting!)" said Mamang while moving his hand telling me to come out.

I don't speak Sundanese very well, but I do understand what they say.

"Yes, Mang" I replied. Auntie helped me out of the room.

Thank God, at a time like this Aunt understands too. My legs are a little limp, with my knees still shaking. I bowed my gaze when we reached the living room. Some people were sitting on the floor with carpets. I can feel that everyone here is looking at me.

I asked Arga how many people were coming. It turns out that Arga really brought his extended family here. There were about eight people I saw in this room, some were outside sitting on the sofa we took out earlier to the terrace, because the living room in this house was not too big.

"How come, Mama Ayu can't walk if you hug like that, son."

I turned my head, I expected one of Arga's relatives to come closer and pull Gara's shoulder. "Yep, sit down again. Later Mama Ayu can not sit if you hug like that."

"Wouldn't! Want to be with Mama Ayu!" exclaimed Gara, not wanting to take off his small circle of hands from my feet.

"It's okay, Mom," I said with a smile.

"Yuk, for sitting. You want to be with Mama, right?" I asked while rubbing his head. The boy nodded strongly, smiling wider and wider.

"Duh, there's Mama now she wants Mama. Don't want to be with Budhe anymore, will you?" ask the woman earlier. Averted his gaze, shaking his head quickly.

"You're the same Mama!" Ever since she found out her father was close to me, the boy started calling me mama. It feels strange to be unfamiliar, but happy in the heart. So happy.

I took Gara to sit, the boy did not want to be away from me, so even now he is sitting on his lap.

"Sit here, Gara. You're heavy for Mama Ayu." Someone else spoke, patting the spot next to him. Again Gara shook his head, even pulling my two hands to circle in front of his stomach. He leaned comfortably.

"It's okay, sir. Not heavy, either." I smiled at the figure of a man younger than Papa.

I lowered my head again, lucky to have Gara in my lap, to be able to hide a little behind his head. I'm ashamed, it doesn't feel bad in my chest.

I glanced at Arga with the tip of my eye, he sat on the left. Didn't want to glance at him, but clearly the man was visible from here. He also lowered his head, his fingers could not stand still on his lap.clenched, occasionally strong and loosening.

The parents continued the important conversation, but I did not clearly hear their words, I was instead busy with my own world. Busy dialogue with my inner self about the future I will go through with Arga later. How will my day be? How will my life be? Is Arga really going to accept me for who I am? I'm not the first for him, is the first night later ....

"How, Ayu?" ask Mr. RT to me.

I flinched and raised my gaze as Aunt who was sitting on the right nudged my arm.

"Eh, agreed!" my spoken.

Aunt suddenly chuckled, then covered her mouth with one hand, the other was the same. They seem to be holding back laughter.

Eh? What the hell did I answer agree? What was RT, huh?

I'm rattled. They even glanced at me with a look like they saw something funny.

Embarrassed.

Hwaaaa .... Just want to hide. Especially when I realized that there was someone on the doorstep recording with the camera.

"Agreed what? RT sir if you're healthy?"

Eh?

Astaghfirullah ....

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