Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

170. Arga is getting worse

Arga was still lying down without even covering her body with a blanket. Does he not know if his appearance makes me think far from here? I was like traveling in another world with a very confused imagination. Happy, happy, ashamed.

"Why not sleep?" ask Arga to me. He tilted his body and pulled the blanket on me. I was shocked and held this blanket. Danger. The danger!

"Let's just later. I'm not sleepy yet" I replied. Arga smiled faintly, he patted the spot beside him asking me to lie down.

"Here, don't go far away, dong" he said with a sweet smile on his lips.

"Ma-want what?" My chest started to thump again. My mind started to wander again.

"Let's just. Have we not become husband and wife? Looks like there's a lot you want to discuss with me, right?" ask Arga. I'm rattled. What does he mean by that? what does he mean to talk about? I never said anything, really!

Arga pulled my hand and forced me to lie down. I held on, not wanting to lie next to him, afraid that something might happen later.

"Here!" his orders once again. I thought her smile and eyes couldn't be missed. I lay this myself beside him. Arga slept on her side facing me with one hand supporting her head. He took out a strand of my hair, twisted his index finger there so that my hair rolled. He took the hair roll near his nose.

"That's very fragrant" said the man. I'm a little bit distanced from her. It was uncomfortable when he said that. Moreover, the smile on her lips made me lulled and it felt like I wanted to find a lot of merit with her.

"What the hell, off ah." I took my hair out of his hands. He's laughing a little.

"Why the hell? You can't kiss your hair?" tanya Arga looked at my ignorant kapadaku.

"It stinks, Ga. I've ...." I fell silent, then remembered something, so I felt confused myself.

"Why?" tanya Arga was also confused with my residence.

I was still silent, did I have to convey what I was thinking now?

"Ga, I forgot. Don't I have to take a big shower tomorrow, what about my wounds that can't get wet?" I'm being honest with Arga. Arga was silent, looking like he was thinking for a moment. He then laughed a little and patted his forehead a little hard.

"I forgot about that" he said with a grin. I imagined if my wound got wet again, what would happen to my wound?

"I forgot" said Arga once more. I think he remembered before we did that, right?

"Not that you remember. Tell me you're afraid I'm sick?" many ensure. Arga smiled grinning with his width.

"Hehe, I used to remember, but you also pulled me and told me to slow down and look for reward" he said. Embarrassed. I'm shy. B I remember, it was true that I said that to him.

I turned my face the other way, avoiding the gaze of Arga who was still looking at me fixedly. The smile of victory on his lips was still clearly visible.

"I remember the wound, but I forgot the bath" I said, still a little confused as to why I could forget the important thing and how I shampooed without getting my wounds wet. Will my bath be clean like that? Well, I'm more confused, right?

Arga heard a laugh until his shoulders went up and down. "Haha. Substantial. Geez, it turns out my wife is funny too, huh. I think you've thought of how to get to that" he said. I snorted in annoyance, got up from my bed and looked at him sharply. He could have laughed when I was thinking hard like this!

Arga got up, sat down beside me and stroked my head gently. He no longer laughs. "Just calm. I'll think of your way tomorrow to bathe and have a bath. Now, sleep, yuk." Bring along. He patted my pillow again.

I shook my head, making Arga frown at me.

"Why?" ask Arga to me.

Arga smile. He again approached me and whispered back. "Want me to carry?" asked Arga in a very soft voice. My face felt very hot to hear his words, a very strong image in the contents of my brain if I he carried into the bathroom. It could be us ....

Athaghfirullah!

Stop thinking about it, Ayu! Don't be such a pervert!

I scream inside myself. My mind thinks too far about it. Or ... is it because all this time I write and can live the role, making a story that requires great imagination so that I too easily imagine such a thing?

Ah, chaos!

"Why? You want me to carry it outside?" asked Arga once more, dragging me back into the real world.

"No. No need!" answer me quickly. I waved my hand at him and immediately tried to get up. However, my lower area still hurts from our heated battle earlier. The unintentional whimpering coming out of my mouth made Arga fall apart and worry.

"Why?"

I shook my head. "It's okay, just a little pain" I replied to him.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," I replied again. Arga got out of bed and picked up my clothes on the floor, and gave them to me.

I tried to get back up slowly after wearing the clothes that Arga had given me.

"Still sick?" ask him with a worried face.

"It's been a little bit. Don't worry, I'm just not used to it yet" I told him.

Arga smiled grinningly, stopping the pace of my hands buttoning the shirt. "Then we have to do it often, Yu." Arga smiled mischievously at me. His hands threw his face in the other direction.

"No, ah. Sick," I said. Arga chuckled, grabbed my chin and kissed my lips briefly.

"Said was not used, so let's do it again often, let's get used to it if I want to explore" he whispered right in the right ear. I also felt my ears hurt a little with an emutan and a small bite there.

I'm ashamed, to be honest, I'm ashamed to be treated that way. In fact, Mas ....

Already, why do I keep comparing Arga with Mas Hilman? The impression is that I cannot move on and am not grateful for being married to him.

I set my foot slowly towards the door, accompanied by a gaze from Arga that looks creepy tonight, scary but also tempting.

Almost I opened the door, but I did not do it because of the loudest people who were talking out there, in the tv room which is also adjacent to the room door.

"Why?" arga asked as I sat back beside her.

"It's okay, but it looks like a lot of people are out now, Ga. I'm ashamed," I said.