Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

188. For Becoming a United Nation.

I was very pleased with the welcome they gave me, not expecting in advance that they would take the time to welcome us back from the hotel, in between their very busy activities.

"Welcome to this house, Yu." Aunt Arga, Papa's sister, approached with a necklace of flowers for me, and Papa, who approached Arga and did the same, put it on both of us. It felt so good that everyone here accepted my presence. There is no need to have to suck to try to be accepted in this family.

"Thank you, Auntie. Why bother making an event like this?" my question, it's like a stale.

"Ah, no hassle either. We do this because we want to welcome you who are present among us" said Bibi with a smile. The others also came to greet me, there were some people I just saw, I don't know who. We talked on the couch in this room as a big family. Very warm to their treatment, very friendly.

Arga glanced at me with a small smile, a little red on his face.

Sometimes we answer questions asked by others. More about private things. Yes, yes, it makes me and Arga embarrassed because their discussion is adult discussion.

"How many have you been? It must have been so much that Sister-in-law looked tired," asked a young man who was sitting on the carpet on the floor laughing loudly. On the sofa behind them for the aged, the youngster relented sitting down the lesehan in front. Staring at us like a child waiting for a fairy tale. Some people laughed when they heard the young man.

"Hey, keep talking to you. Look there's a little kid here!" arga's sweat on his cousin's sister. The man covered his mouth and glanced at Gara who was in my lap, while the hen played Arga's cell phone.

"Eh, sorry." He laughed in embarrassment, as it not only drew condemnation from Arga but also got a sharp glare from the others.

We talked to others, mostly those who were excited by their conversation so we only answered questions occasionally.

Arga looks bored on his face. Every now and then her hands behind my body pinched my waist so I became tense from shock. Fortunately, I did not scream. It would be a shame if for no reason they knew I screamed like that. Luckily, no one noticed because they were busy talking to other family members.

"I'm bored" Arga whispered to me.

"Patience," I whispered no less slowly. It would not seem comfortable if they were alone when they were talking so crowded like this.

Arga pokes Gara's hand, making the boy shift his gaze from the phone he was holding.

"How about taking a nap with Mama?" asked Arga anyway by whispering to his son.

Because he nodded slowly. He came down from my lap and pulled my arm.

"Tidurrll with Mama Ayu!" the excitement made some people who were talking stop the conversation.

"Eh, because you sleep with Ma'am, yes" said Bibi.

"Wouldn't! Want to be with Mama! Kan sekarrllang Garrlla already have a mother, so Garrlla would sleep with Mama Ayu!" he shouted excitedly.

"But grandma hasn't finished talking to Gara's new mom."

"Wouldn't! Grandma talks to each other!" say the boy again. Either I should feel relieved or how, not good as well while staring at Auntie.

"Yes, San. Let Gara enjoy her time with her new mother." Papa speak up.

"Yes already, there you guys sleep first.later you go back to sleep here again, Yu," said Bibi.

I nodded then stood up and said goodbye to all the people who were there, walking following Gara. Slightly glanced at Arga, he who wanted to get away from here instead back at the pull when he would rise. As a result, he did not make it out of the circle of the big family.

"Mama, let's go to bed. I'm sleepy!" said Gara with a cry. He pulled me with his great power.

"Yes, come on." Me and Gara up the stairs. A little confused because this child's room is not the same as the previous room.

"Where are you going?" ask her.

"Room!"

"Gara's room upstairs now?" many confused.

Because he did not answer, while pulling my hand he nodded his head.

I thought as I followed Gara's footsteps up one by one the stairs that were there. Once I saw Arga who was still sitting among his family. He looked very sour when we met the view, seen if he did not like it there. Might as well. I just guessed, from the tone of his speech earlier and also there was no smile on his face.

"Why don't you want to sleep with Papa too?" I asked Gara, trying to lure the boy in, who knew he was calling Arga to get the man out of his place.

Because he did not budge, he still continued his footsteps to the top step of the stairs.

I was confused too, how to help Arga, even though it was not good to have this kind of thinking, but.

Ah, maybe I was wrong too. It is not easy for them to gather in the same place. Nor should I have persuaded this boy to call his father.

"Father! Read me a fairy tale!" yelled, who suddenly stopped without me noticing. The boy was already shouting so loudly that everything down there turned to us. I was surprised because of that, not expecting that Gara would call her father. They looked at us with a look that I don't know.

My fault! Why did I say that to Gara. I should have just let Arga stay down. Doesn't that mean I'm being disrespectful by telling Gara to call his father?

"Yes! Papa's going up in a minute. Go to the room first!" yelled Arga from down there.

"Come, Mama! We're going to the room. I've called Papa to go up. Now Papa can rest with us" said the boy. I froze hearing his words. Uh, does he understand what we're feeling right now?

Gara and I entered the room, immediately visible atmosphere of a boy's room here, with a bed depicting a race car and also some toys that are there.

He ran and jumped up on his bed. He immediately pulled the blanket that was on his feet. He looked at me, waiting for me to sit next to him.

"Random cerrllita." she asked. I remembered the children's reading books in the bag.

"Eh, Gara. Mama bought the real storybook, but it was in Papa's bag" I told her. He reflexively woke up from lying down and looked at me with sparkling eyes. A big smile was seen on his face.

"Really?" ask Gara.

"Yes." Yeah." I'm nodding.

"Ofci!" gara shouted, he got back up and jumped back on the mattress with enthusiasm and also happy.

"The way! Don't jump on the bed, you can fall." A heavy voice was heard entering this room. Arga had just entered the room with a cardboard bag from the bookstore.

Instead of stopping, the boy jumped down from the bed and headed towards Arga. I was surprised because of the behavior of Gara who could have endangered him. What if he falls?

"Howdy!" My sweat was half screaming.

"Hehe. Sorry." She smiled grimacingly at me, then looked back at her father.

"Did Papa bring the gift?" ask Gara again while raising his palm. A smile spread across the child's face, waiting for the gift to change hands from the father.

"Thank you to Mama. Mama bought this storybook" Arga told her son.

She hugged the reading book in front of her chest and brought it near me back.

"Thank you, Mama!" exclaims Gara while smiling happily.

"Father who will read, pick one!" pinta Arga, she took off her shoes and socks and went up the other side of the bed.

Having kept all her new books in bed, she seemed confused about choosing the storybook she wanted to listen to.

"It!" Gara took one and handed it to Arga. Arga pats the side of the mattress and calls Gara to go back to laying down. Dutifully Gara climbed back onto the bed and slept beside Gara.

"Mama, let's put our kid to bed!" said Arga with a heavy voice while pulling down the eyebrows several times.