Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

175. Arga Threats. "Wait A Night."

Arga smilingly looked at me, his thumb stroking the back of my hand very gently.

"Yes, maybe you came and wanted to see our wedding, Yu," Arga said. He stretched out his hand, wiping the water that was about to fall from the corner of my eye. I nodded my head, it could be like that.

"But how can it?" I ask reflexes, I mean the soul of a deceased person is it possible to be present at certain times?

"Of course you can. What can't be with His power?" arga said it made me shed tears again. Yes, all is His power. What can't he do? All the impossible things He could have done were by the power He had. Allah Akbar!

I looked for that figure behind Mom and Mamang. However, a shadowy figure similar to the Father I no longer saw there. I circled my gaze around the room of this vast hall, but neither did I find the shadow.

'Sis. Ayu kangen Mr.' said me in my heart. although this is my second wedding, but it feels like I want to stay attended by the Father and be a witness to our happiness both.

"Come, let's continue. The others are waiting for us to get there" said Arga, drawing me to my consciousness. I was a little disappointed, the figure I was looking for was no longer there. A lot of people were watching us confused, including Mom who just got along with me. Mom's gaze looked confused as she looked at me and Arga who stopped stepping.

"Yes, come on" I said. Arga and I continued our journey back to the stage.

Once again, I spread my gaze around, hoping that I could see the shadow of the Father even longer. The figure that has been a few years has left us both.

The more afternoon, the more the guests who came, most of the guests who came were Papa's coworkers and also Arga, with a coat and expensive dress, they came and shook hands with us. It was quite friendly, but I felt the glances of some people's eyes uncomfortable in my eyes. Especially the eyes of the young women who I think .. I don't know, like I don't want to be with Arga.

"Are you nervous?" arga asked as a group of guests had stepped off the stage,

"Hem, yes." I grimaced, showing a small smile to Arga.

"Don't be so nervous, in the future you will get used to meeting them, Yu. They were my coworkers and acquaintances and Papa, some of our family friends, too" Arga said. I just nodded, confirming what he said. In the future, I will have to adjust to what my family is facing. Blend with the upper class society that looks always elegant and also fashionable.

"Yes, I'm trying not to be nervous" I told him. Arga smiled, rubbing my cheek gently. His eyes were full of tenderness and also hypnotized me so that it brought me into the memories of last night.

"Hey, your face is red. Are you sick?" He asked in a worried tone, I threw my face to the side. Not sick, but it could be at a time like this I even imagine something perverted like that.

"No, really. It doesn't hurt."

"No need, Ga. I'm not sick, really. I'm just groggy here for a long time" I lied. Don't let him know what I'm thinking.

"Oh, thank goodness then. What about your head? Is it not painful right now?"

"No. Eat it after the doctor gave you the ointment," I replied. Arga breathed a sigh of relief after hearing my words.

"Alhamdulillah.I am afraid that if you are sick, do not force to continue to stand, yes" he asked.

"Yes, husband. I understand," I said. Arga was stunned, speechless as I said that.

"W-what?" ask Arga slowly. "What did you say?" ask again.

Embarrassed. I'm shy. I wanted to cover my face with something.

"Nothing."

I turned away from looking at him. However, he gripped my chin gently and turned my face back to look into his eyes.

"Try saying one more time?" his smile was perfect.

"say what? Can't be repeated. No re-broadcast!" my hiss, keep Arga's hand away from his chin. I sat back in the lapel, dodging Arga's suddenly mischievous gaze. Arga sat beside me, I shifted a little away from her who was getting closer.

"Don't say yes already. Wait for tonight, also you will definitely say the same to me," he said ambiguously.

"Did? Said what?" My chest was pounding imagining what he was saying. 'Later night'.

Does he want ... want 'it' again?