Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

149. Finding the Right Date

I couldn't hold back my tears as the prayer slammed from Uncle's lips. Everyone raised their hands and prayed together. I was the same, occasionally wiping the tears that continued to flow through the cheeks without me being able to stop at all. Because the one sitting on my lap looked at me in confusion, so that his head was tilted. Her little hand was raised to rub my wet cheek.

I still don't know what I'm going through right now. It had never been imagined by me long before that I and Arga would be together again, but this time we would go through our relationship in a lawful way.

Alhamdulillahot. Glory be to You, O Allah. The substance that created all nature.

The woman beside Arga, the aunt who had called herself Gara's Budhe, advanced on her knees. He pulled something out of the bag.

"Thank God, thank you Yu. Thank you for accepting Arga," Aunt whispered in a soft voice, but it was still clearly heard by me. There was a soft sound at the end of Aunt's speech.

Aunt opened the ring box in her hand and saw a ring with a small diamond in the middle. I can see the ring, the thing that I don't think will be in the show. I just stuck to see it. Didn't expect at all.

Everyone fell silent at what Auntie did after that, pinning the ring on the ring finger of my left hand, representing Arga. Now, my ring finger is back inhabited. It looks beautiful even though it looks very simple.

"The one who chose, he knew that you wouldn't like fancy things. You like no?" aunt whispered with a smile.

"Like," I replied as I nodded slowly.

"Thank you for this, Yu. This is a relic of Arga's grandmother, a very valuable object in the Ramayudha family." Aunt took out another thing that was in her bag. I was glued back so I couldn't say anything. A set of jewelry in a wooden box that looks old, but has very beautiful carvings.

"Auntie, this is too much." I shoved the box when Aunt thrust it at me. Aunty said that it was a very precious thing, shouldn't they keep it well?

"This is a hereditary object from our ancestors. Soon you will be part of the Ramayudha family, accept this, son. You deserve it because soon you'll be Arga's wife, one of our family members." The wooden box Aunt kept in the palm of my hand that suddenly trembled. I'm getting confused. I looked at Arga, just to ask or help me get Aunt to keep it back. I'm not comfortable with this kind of thing.

Arga said nothing, she smiled in place, her eyes and nose red. He looked at me so much that we looked at each other. A smile was seen there making her tense face now happy.

"Thank you, Ayu. This has indeed become our family tradition, where it will belong to the wife of our children." Now that Papa spoke, I looked at Papa and smiled a little, but in my heart it was very pounding when it was in my hand.

"Yes, Yu. You deserve it" said Arga. They all smile at me, I smile back. However, the smile I displayed felt stiff. Unexpected result with all this.

I looked at Mom sitting next to me, seeing Mom shrink her tears with a tissue. A happy face was seen there, as well as the others. My aunt and her little son looked up at the contents of the box in my hand.

"Mama Ayu already terrllima perrllhiasan this, so arrlltinya Mama Ayu can bobo same Garrlla, right?" tanya Gara innocently broke the silence. I turned to Gara who was still at home in my lap. Everyone laughed at Gara's chatter.

"Yes. Because I'm going to sleep with Mama Ayu, but not right now. Mama Ayu can't come home with us yet" Bibi scolded by pointing right at Gara's nose.

"And we haven't made Mama Ayu a party yet." Because she tilted her head to look at aunt.

"How do you remember Rael? We're going to Mama's party with Rael's new Papa. Papa will also make a good party for Mama Ayu later, like that." Arga explained. Because only mangosteen signs understand, the eyebrows of the child raised next to.

"Ooh, so Mama Ayu and Papa harrllus got married first?" Everyone there nodded their heads in unison. "When?"

I looked at Arga and then looked at me. Also, with Arga and everyone who's now focusing their eyes on me.

Uh ....

"Quickly."

"Cieeeee, who wants to split duren! Don't wait long! Gaskeun!!" shouted a voice from outside, responding to Arga's speech.

I looked down, ashamed that everyone was looking at me with a smile.

"Ehem! Anu ... Pak Yoga's. Sorry about this earlier." Mama spoke a little. Everyone fell silent, including those outside, and their voices were no longer heard.

"Yes, Sir? What's up?" ask Papa.

"Well, for the next event, if you can not take too long. Really sorry. Nor are we in a hurry, but it would be nice to avoid something that is not desirable. You know that Ayu's status has been married, sometimes the views of others see from the negative side only," said Mamang. We all fell silent.

I understand what Mamang means. Widow status is not wrong, it's just that sometimes other people only see from the bad side of the relationship that runs aground. No matter who is wrong, still as a woman is more to blame for not being able to take good care of her husband.

That afternoon, Mamang asked me this question. Asked my consent to ask Arga this. I've also talked to Arga, afraid that she might be surprised to hear it.

"Just calm down, sir. On that matter, we have also talked about it with the extended family. God willing, if Father and Mother allow it as soon as possible we will arrange the event. What about Nak Ayu? Do you mind if in the near future?" Papa spoke, so polite that I became distressed towards him.

"Alhamdulillah," answered Mamang and the others simultaneously. Next up was a trial between parents that set a good date for us.

Gara came down from my lap as a man waved his hand from outside. I accidentally saw Arga smiling by looking at me. I vehemently lowered my head, feeling my chest thumping so fiercely.