Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

173. The arrival of the Doctor

Embarrassed. I was so ashamed of what happened just now. How can I forget that this man is my husband? Astarghfirullah's.

Arga was still laughing, he fell out and held his stomach.

"So seriously you forgot, Yu?" asked Arga, trying to stop her laughter.

I'm silent. Embarrassed. Can't talk shit.

"Yes my. You are-there, anyway. Even though last night we would have exercised together, up mountains and hills, and down to steep ravines and enjoy a hot night together," he said ambiguously.

I looked at him. Shame and annoyed at the same time. Why should that be what he said?

Arga approached me, kissing my cheeks in a fit of anxiety, the smell of shampoo pouring out of her hair. "Let's get ready. Wash your face and change clothes and have breakfast. We need to get to the hotel. No need to take a shower, I've called someone to help you clean up at the hotel later" said Arga. I looked at him confused.

"Who?"

"There are, of course, experts who can help you later" he said without wanting to explain again. I didn't ask much more, following his orders to prepare. Just wash your face and brush your teeth.

We had breakfast first, the others were still preparing for what. It looks very busy back there.

"How couldn't it be fussy last night, Bi?" ask my Aunt. Worrying about making Auntie difficult.

"No, even sleeping with Widi. Tired of stuffed toys," said Bibi, while helping to clean the dining table.

"Quick you finish eating, keep going. Later on with Aunt. Let's just calm down there" he said again. Me and Arga nodded at the same time.

"Thank you, Bi," said Arga.

We precede the others going to the hotel, they will follow us to the venue later, no later than about an hour before the event starts.

The driver was in the front, while we were both sitting side by side in the back seat. Along the way Arga held my hand, linking his fingers between my fingers. Occasionally kiss the back of the hand gently.

"You know what, don't you? Today, I was both grinning and indecent" Arga said, leaning her head against my shoulder.

"Seneng why? Not happy why?" my many.

Arga sighed slightly heavily, sounding a bit harsh. "Cure because you and I will be in the same place, as husband and wife. Showing everyone this is my wife" Arga said. "But, I'm also not happy, it means that other people will see the beauty of your face. I'm scared, Yu. If someone else suddenly likes you, look at you with their eyes, then imagine you with something else" Arga said.

I'm laughing a little. Arga to me.

"Haha, then? I should how?" I asked Arga, I was so confused myself that he was like this. Arga shook his head.

"I think I want us to stay in the room, not have a party. Hehe." Little Arga's laughter while grimacing, her narrowed eyes looked increasingly thin.

We arrived at the hotel, where we had a wedding reception. This hotel is one of the most famous hotels in our city. I didn't expect before if I could get inside this hotel even Arga rented it for our important event.

The atmosphere in the hotel hall has been transformed into a very beautiful room, making me agape at the beauty that was presented before my eyes. Passing through the many tables and chairs neatly lined up, made me amazed. Never thought before if this event would be so very beautiful with luxurious decorations.

"You happy?" arga asked me as I stopped to look at our lap stage. It's really very beautiful.

"It's great" I told Arga. He smiled happily, circulating his gaze throughout the room.

"Father takes care of it, I didn't know it would be this pretty. It's okay, right?" ask him to me.

"It's okay, but isn't it too much?"

"Of course not." Arga rebutted quickly. "Papa is very happy with you, of course this is not excessive for Papa. You know, Papa must have refrained from making a very festive party. For our family, a party made like this was a simple one" whispered Arga near my ear.

A simple party like this, what about a festive party? Is this a simple definition in their family?

"Come, upstairs. You need to get ready and take a shower. The last night's sweat still smelled in my nose" he whispered again, sniffing near my ear.

I grunt my head. Who told me not to take a shower?

"Arga, don't be naughty. You said I take a shower here" I said with annoyance. Arga laughed, a little loud. Maybe I saw my red face. It could be, because it feels like after hearing Arga talk earlier, my cheeks get warmed up.

"Haha, I'm not bad. That's the truth, but I like it" he said again. I'm getting embarrassed, especially back there is an Arga driver who helps us carry things. Couldn't he condition his attitude? Was he not ashamed of being heard by others?

"Here you go, let's find the elevator." I pulled her hand so she wouldn't keep talking weirdly in front of other people.

We boarded the elevator and then Arga showed us the room where we were going to prepare. I see inside there are already women, Ms. Yeni and MUA who are preparing everything for us.

"Awhile, I called someone first" said Arga, then he walked out of the room.

Not long after, he returned with two others behind him, a doctor and one woman out of nowhere. Mbak Yeni and MUA left because Arga asked them out first.

"So? you guys had fun last night?" asked the doctor who sat in front of us after the two men were absent, the woman next to him turned out to be the doctor's wife.

"Don't I tell you that Ma'am Ayu's wounds shouldn't be exposed to water for a week?" said the doctor with a slightly irritated face.

"Yes, the doctor knows, we were previously the same people who had not received caress and affection for a long time. So, we can't hold back when it's legitimate and there's nothing to disturb. Hehe." Arga chuckled, turning his face the other way while scratching the back of his head which I was sure was not itching at all, while I want to just disappear from here see the gaze of the doctor who was upset and also his wife who had just had a smile.

I'm ashamed!

"We cannot condition our hasr*t. Please Doctor and Wife can understand it," Arga said again. The doctor breathed a little hard. He glanced at his wife and nodded his head.

"Let my wife who will help Ma'am Ayu to take a bath. It's okay, Ma'am Ayu?" the doctor said, staring at me. Inevitably, I nodded my head. Than I don't shower and can't do my duty at all. Waiting for a few days for this wound to dry and unable to face the Khalik.

My wife and I were in the bathroom. Shame is actually bathed by others, even with Mom alone I've never been bathed. By using the sarong cloth that Arga did not know when to prepare, now I wear it on my body, there is no way I will plain in front of a stranger and let him see me, even though we are both women.

Sitting in a plastic chair, the doctor's wife gently rinsed my hair. Very carefully, even though it feels a little sore when shampoo and water hit the wound.

It's already! After this Arga must fast until my wounds dry up. The point!