Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

180. Staying a Good Wife

I left Arga and headed to the bathroom to take off my dress and put on my pajamas in the trousers I had taken from my suitcase. A little difficult because this dress is quite wide, there are also some layered, especially on the inside of the skirt there is a widened petticoat that serves to develop a wedding dress. I had trouble opening it, but with a little effort, I was able to take off all my dresses.

Upset, still wanting to explode more than this.

What the hell am I doing? It's bridal night, but we're arguing like this.

It felt like going to another room to calm down, but it wasn't good if it was known to my family or Arga's family, we had just gotten married, what would people say if Arga and I separated rooms?

"Yes, do you need help?" ask Arga's voice from outside with a slow knock on the door.

"Necessary. I can get off on my own!" I said it out loud. I folded it with the origin of this pretty heavy dress and kept it on top of a closed toilet seat. Likewise with petticoat, do not know how to fold this rigid object.

"If you have trouble just call me, yes" said the voice again. I was silent, not answering. I was upset and trying to clean this dress.

"Yes!" call again. I don't think he's there anymore.

"Have gone to sleep. I said I could do it myself!" yell again. The voice was then not heard again.

Finished with the dress, I took a bath with warm water. It feels comfortable to soak in the bathub. If only this head had no wounds, I would have loved to soak this head and my entire body in fragrant water with the scent of roses. Anybody know something like that can cool my head down. But I don't want to risk the pain, either.

Just imagining that, when that woman kissed Arga, it pissed me back.

"Why not just push!" mummy's upset. That woman's smile was so mischievous with such annoying eyes! Doesn't he know who he's smiling at? My husband! You gatel woman!

Upset at the thought of that, I rubbed my body with soap, quite hard. No longer know how and can only be anxious with myself. Wh why? What the hell's going on? Was I wrong again this time?

I just kept quiet, staring. No longer know how. Want to cry, but what to do? No one knows the future. I thought Arga wasn't that kind of guy.

Ah, I don't know. I'm dizzy thinking about this. It's already wet.

I should how? Mother, Father. What should I do?

I took a rough breath out of my mouth. I finished my bath and put on long pajamas. Fortunately, I had long pajamas. If I bring the skimpy clothes that Arga bought yesterday there might be danger every night. Yeah ... You guys understand what I mean by 'danger'.

I saw Arga lying on the sofa, without changing his clothes. His hands were folded in front of his chest, even the shoes he was still wearing. His breathing was smooth, clearly audible in this quiet room.

The dress that was in hand, I kept it next to the suitcase, on top of the dressing chair. I approached Arga and opened his shoes carefully. I don't know if I'm crazy or anything, I'm mad at him, but I opened his shoes instead.

I'm breathing rough.

I told him to sleep on the bed, not here. But yes it is. It's not my fault that he chose to sleep here, the most important thing is that I told him to.

Hey, I'm not a bad wife, am I?

Arga wriggled in his sleep, but did not open his eyes. The shoes I had taken off I had kept under the sofa, then carefully and stepped towards the bed.

Can't bear it, I glanced back at the man who had already held the title of my husband yesterday. The suit on his body might make him overheated.

Ah, you fool!

I threw my body on the soft bed of the hotel, turning my back on Arga who had been asleep since I was in the bathroom.

Not for a minute, I twisted my body, staring at Arga who was still in his position.

Ah, what's wrong with me? Want to continue sleeping, but seeing him who sleeps in thick clothes does not feel the heart either.

I stood up, picked up the AC remote that was in front of the sofa where Arga was sleeping, setting the air temperature a little cooler. Quiet for a while, I felt the temperature in this room a little cold so I could not bear to immediately wrap myself in a warm blanket. Maybe this is fitting for Arga who fell asleep in full clothes.

I went back near the bed, glancing back towards Arga. A little thought if he got cold, of course he could be sick tomorrow.

I cursed myself, from the first can not ignore the name of the husband. Argh!! Feeling upset!

I got up and brought a thick blanket for him. For me, let me wear something else. With slow steps, I approached Arga and covered her body from her legs to her neck. After that, I laid myself back on the bed. The thin blanket I wear covers the body from the cold air of AC. Tired of whack can no longer withstand the drowsiness that comes. Slowly falling asleep brought me into a dream.