Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

174. The Presence of Another Figure.

"Is your head hurting?" arga asked as the doctor's wife and I just came out of the bathroom. There's no one else here but Arga.

"Lumayan. Yes," I replied. The look on Arga's face looked regretful, looking at me with the look of an innocent child's eyes.

"Sorry, yeah."

"It's okay" I replied again.

The doctor's wife helped me rub my hair slowly, a little sore in the area of the wound, occasionally I grimaced a little as my hair was slightly pulled by the towel. Arga sat on the edge of the bed, watching me closely.

The hairdryer lit up, making my hair a little dry after a while.

"Please change clothes first. I'm going out. Call me and my husband if you're done, yeah." The woman keeps the hairdryer on the dresser.

"Yes, Mother. Thank you" I told him. The woman who was not far from me now went out of the room.

Arga stood up, helping me prepare the clothes I was going to wear, including the underwear in the bag.

Hwaaa, I'm ashamed to be prepared such a very personal thing!

"Where are you going?" asked Arga as I was about to go to the bathroom.

"Change clothes." I moved my head to the bathroom with my chin.

"Why should I be in the bathroom? Just here," he said. I shook my head.

"No, ah. Just there," I said.

Arga smiled, the face that had looked sorry now changed drastically like someone who had a dual personality. Very quickly his face changed.

"Why? Are you afraid I'll ...." He stopped talking, moving both of his eyebrows up and down quickly. I got scared, stepped back. Honestly, afraid that he would pounce on me.

"Yes, I'm scared of you. Already, if you tell me to change clothes here you go out first, deh." Expel her. Instead of being angry, he laughed out loud and then stood up.

"Okay, I'm out. You change clothes. Later if you need help call me, yeah."

Arga left this room. Immediately I put on my clothes and the special clothes that Mbak Yeni made. Not a dress, but a rectangular cloth buttoned on the front of the chest to cover my body as long as I am in makeup later. He said so that I do not overheat while in makeup by MUA later and it is easier to change clothes after that.

The doctor went back into the room with Arga and his wife. Time is still enough to check, just give the ointment and change the bandage.

"Next time don't do it again." Appoint a doctor right in front of Arga's face. Arga smiled shyly. "If you can't help yourself and Ma'am Ayu has to keep getting wet with her hair when will the wound dry? Isn't it not dry yet gymnastics together will not be delicious? Can't be too excited, unless Ma'am Ayu is in control, anyway." The doctor laughed loudly after saying that, making the wife now laugh a little, his laughter sounded crisp. Not like when I first met who just smelled a smile.

"Mbak Ayu, does his head still hurt?" the doctor asked me to dismiss the shame he had said earlier.

"A little sore, anyway. But not really," I said honestly.

"alright. I will accompany during the event later, if Mbak Ayu feels pain do not be forced, yes. Tell me the same," said the doctor again.

"Okay, Doctor."

"My wife and I were together. Please Come Ayu prepare. Ms. Yeni, Ms. Farah, please be more careful when putting the veil on, yes." Ask the doctor for two women who helped me yesterday.

"Good."

"Yes, Doctor."

The doctor and his wife came out of this room, accompanied by Arga. Mbak Yeni and Mbak Farah –MUA– helped me to prepare.

Almost two hours long I struggled with the makeup given by Mbak Farah. Carefully and carefully, the woman moved her hand on the brush on my face. Ms. Yeni waited for her turn while preparing for what I was going to wear.

I'm done with makeup and changing clothes. Mbak Yeni pampit to another place to call Arga. My husband will also wear the clothes that Mbak Yeni brought and will also be a little dressed up by Mbak Farah.

"Beautiful" he said softly, without blinking at all. I smiled happily at his compliment. Praised by the husband himself does not deny if in this heart the flowers suddenly grow and develop very beautifully and also fragrant.

Arga didn't stop looking at me, nor did I see him blink his eyelids. The smile on his lips grew wider now.

"Sir Arga, can I change his clothes?" Mbak Yeni's voice awakened Arga who was like being forced back into the conscious. The woman approached and brought a black suit for Arga to wear.

"Yes.

Arga stepped back from my presence and put on the clothes with the help of Mbak Yeni and his assistant. After that he sat on a chair and his face was self-sufficient by Sister Farah with thin makeup.

I watched from where I stood, basically Arga's face was handsome, overwritten by make up more handsome just like Oppa Korea.

"Why look at me?" ask Arga after she's done with her make up.

I shook my head, embarrassed to be caught admiring him. "You look like a Korean oppa" I said. Arga chuckled, and so did Mbak Yeni and the others who laughed at my words.

"I'm more than just your Oppa. I'm your husband" he said. I caught a jealous tone from him. Did I speak wrong? I'm just saying 'like'.

Arga and I went down from the top floor to the hall where our event took place. With the help of Ms. Yeni and her assistant, the dress I was wearing was re-groomed. It was a little hard to walk because I was wearing very high heels in my opinion. Hopefully nothing can make Arga embarrassed.

Many guests had already arrived by the time we entered the hall building. All eyes were on us who were walking side by side on the red carpet that was already lying on the floor. Nervousness, shame, and happiness are mixed in this heart.

"Ga, my legs are limp" I told Arga. Many important people in very neat clothes made my chest pound.

"Relax, I'm here" said Arga, patting my arm. I took a slow breath and threw it away slowly as well.

"The bride has arrived. Give a standing ovation to the two happy brides!" shouted the MC voice from on stage in a very carefree voice. Claps of applause rang out throughout this hall. The happy smiles of all the guests I could see very clearly.

We walked slowly in there. Step by step approaching towards the stage that I felt was very far away, the feeling that just before the event I saw the stage was not so far away. Why doesn't it feel so?

The sound of the accompaniment of a love song with a soft rhythm was heard accompanying the footsteps of both of us. The bridesmaids were made up of Arga brothers and also my brothers, sons and daughters of Arga's uncles and aunts, as well as the sons of uwak's daughters and Bibi's, also seen Gara and Widi who came to us with a flower basket and bouquet of flowers. They are compact in a peach-colored dress, as well as for men suits of the same color.

"Ga, who gave you this idea?" I couldn't bear to ask Arga in a whisper, out of my surprise with everything that was happening before me so 'wow!'. I didn't think there would be anything like this before. I guess we'll just go in and sit on stage.

"Of course Papa and the others. I also did not know that there would be a festive welcome like this" said Arga. I glanced at him a little. Arga looked straight ahead with a happy smile that emanated on his face.

Gara and Widi look very handsome and also beautiful with a dress wrapped in peach and Widi suits that wear knee-high dresses are also peach-colored. They're getting closer. I held out that bouquet of flowers to me.

"Happy wedding day, Mama, Papa!" the boy said with a smile on his lips. I lowered my head, took the bouquet of flowers and kissed Gara and Widi's cheeks alternately.

"Thank you, honey," I said to Gara. Widi took a handful of red roses and threw them into the air so that the rose petals flew and fell scattered to the floor.

I reached out my hand to Widi and kissed her cheek, saying a word of thanks for the welcome from the two of them. Arga is the same. Kissing the cheeks of the two children took turns.

We walked together slowly towards the entrance past the invited guests who stood watching our footsteps. At the end there was already waiting, Mother, Mamang, Papa, and Mama from Arga were sitting on wheelchairs. Their smiles bloomed as they saw us getting closer. The feeling of haru overcame the nervousness I had felt earlier.

At first glance, what I saw behind Mamang and Mother made me stop stepping. A sense of heat spread in my eyeballs and made a clear liquid urgently want to come out.

"Why, Yu?" ask Arga who also stopped stepping his legs. A confused look on his face.

I looked at Arga who had become a little blurry from being blocked by tears.

"I saw behind Mamang, like there was a shadow of the Father there," I said softly to Arga while trying to hold my voice stuck in my throat.

...***...

He had heard from a friend when he was married. Seen the shadow of his father who was gone on his happy day. I don't know if it was because of the desire or what.

Hopefully, those who have experiences like Ayu – or not–, and all of us, are happy with each of our lives. Aamiins.