Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

181. At Lunch

I woke up, just had a nightmare adorning my sleep tonight. It's not clear what dreams are, they're definitely not fun. My head also hurts to make these eyes inevitably open because of a very uncomfortable feeling.

Warm feeling enveloped my body, I saw a thick blanket white covered up to the neck. I don't remember sleeping with this blanket last night. Isn't this the blanket I put on Arga? And ... What is this? Wetter. On my forehead is a wet cloth!

A light blue handkerchief, courtesy of Arga, slightly wet on the forehead. I'm lyrically on the couch where Arga slept last night. Blank. There's no him there. Where then?

"You're awake? It's still three in the morning. Sleep again" said one who had just come out of the bathroom with a container in his hand. He approached and kept the container on the dressing table beside the bed. The handkerchief I was holding took over, he dipped it in a container filled with water, squeezing it gently so that the water droplets that were there shrank.

"You had a fever all night. Delirious," he said with a smile on his lips.

I was silent, right what he said, I did feel this body is not good, but last night I was still fine. The neck I was holding felt a little hotter than usual.

"Once again, sleep again. I'm compressing, yeah." Arga kept a warm half-wet handkerchief on my forehead. My head feels dizzy, and my vision is a little blurry. I'm not usually like this.

I closed my eyes, sleeping with my head tilted to the left, worried about the wound behind my head. Dizziness still dominates this head.

"Your head is still sick? Take some medicine, okay?" ask Arga to me. I opened my eyes. He's opening a pack of drugs.

"You're delirious from last night. When I saw you, you had a fever. I've called the doctor, but I can't wake you. So I can just compress. Ms. Yeni said your head hurts, huh?" tanyanya gently.

"Yes. Thank you," I said. Arga smiled, he confirmed the handkerchief that was on my forehead.

"Because you're awake, take the medicine. The doctor gave this medicine to relieve pain. We'll check into the hospital tomorrow, yeah!" Arga's gaze looked worried, even though in this room only a dim light illuminated. He helped me get up, took the handkerchief and put it back in the container. Some of the medicine in his hand had now moved into my hand. Drinking water he held, waiting for me to put the medicine in his mouth. Luckily I was not difficult to eat medicine, with one sip of three drugs had already made it through my throat.

"Sleep again. I'll take care of you" he said.

The annoyance I felt earlier now seemed to disappear because of his attention. Ah, no! I still can't accept him doing that to me! Heart protest.

I closed my eyes, the medicine that Arga gave me just made a drowsy effect and the heavier the eyelids. But I don't want to sleep. Afraid that this guy's messing with me. Yes, even though we have become a couple, but I still don't want to get close to him first!

...*...

The next morning, when I woke up from my sleep in a much more comfortable state. My head was no longer dizzy, or my eyes were blurry, now lighter when I woke up. My forehead had a handkerchief that was almost dry. It turned out that after I slept Arga compressed me again.

I spread my gaze around the room, the sunlight was already shining quite strongly. The clock on the wall already showed the figure of eight in the morning.

Arga sat on the sofa chair holding his cellphone, his head supported by a fist, resting on the arm of the chair, his eyes closed. Sometimes he stumbles, wakes up, opens his eyes a little, turns on his phone, then gets his eyes closed again. He looks very tired and sleepy.

I just watched her from my place, wanting to laugh when she was almost strung away from being unable to endure her sleepiness.

Hais! What the hell am I. Don't get carried away. I'm getting angry!

I lowered my legs, just as Arga was stumbling and waking up.

"You're awake? Just sec. I prepared the bath water" he said, then got up and put his phone on the table. Half-run he went into the bathroom.

"Already, the warm water is ready," said the man after coming out of the bathroom.

"It's okay, I'm worried about you. Maybe if you take a shower you can enjoy it. You take a shower, I'm gonna order some food for us."

"No need. We had breakfast with the others. It's not good to eat in the room" I said. Remember that other families also stay here.

"The others have gone first, they left us because they probably thought we were tired," said Arga look embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his neck. I understand what he means.

I woke up, Arga moved quickly and carried me like a granddaughter was helping her grandmother walk.

"I help you."

I pat her hand gently, making her gawk and want to protest. "I can do it myself" I said.

"I'm okay, I'm not dizzy. Don't worry." I left Arga who was still silent in her place and went into the bathroom. Aromatherapy candles light up, delivering a soft fragrance wafted in the nose. Foam from inside the bathtub is also very tempting I want to play immediately.

Don't forget the bathroom door I lock, don't want anything else to happen here.

...*...

After the shower and breakfast, Arga took me to the hospital even though I told her I was feeling better. Even the doctor said I was okay. But you Arga, who didn't believe what I said before leaving here, he wouldn't listen to me.

"I told you, I'm okay, why are you taking me to the doctor?" a little annoyed by his compulsion. We were in the car for the return trip to the hotel.

"I'm afraid that you'll have nothing. I'm worried" he said, not accepting. I turned my gaze in the other direction, not nothing, but going to the doctor made me get some extra medicine, whichever was bigger anyway!

"I don't like drugs, Ga!" my lament. The medicine in my bag I looked at in horror, although it was not difficult to swallow the medicine, but these few days seeing the medicine was horrified as well.

"For the sake of your healing. The wound on the head is not dry either."

My hela breath. It feels like talking to Arga is now free too.

We arrived at the hotel. People were nowhere to be seen when Arga and I had lunch at the hotel's restaurant. Wonderful, we should have eaten together.

I pulled out a phone, tried to call Mom, but there was no response from Mom, just a long phone ringing sound.

"Whose phone?" ask Arga.

"Mom," I answered briefly, calling Mommy again, but still no answer at all.

"Mom and the others were home when we went to the hospital. Papa and Bibi took them on a picnic together to the beach" Arga said.

The beach? So annoying. I've been wanting to go to the beach for a long time, but no one's taking me. Imagine the beach, so just want to be angry. Why didn't Papa bring us too?

"Mas Arga, lunch here?" Arga and I looked at each other at the same time. The girl, who was at my party yesterday, who had me and Arga arguing, was approaching. She smiled very sweetly at my husband, but of course her eyes glanced wickedly at me. What else does this girl want?