Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

190. Call Arga

Done with lunch everyone who was in this house came home, left me and Arga and stacked the dirty dishes they left behind. I washed the dishes that were now piled up in the sink, even though there was an assistant, pity also if only he did this task alone. Together with the caretaker Gara, he tidied the table in the living room which was very messy. We each do our job well.

"Yes." Arga's voice sounded beside me.

"Hem, huh?" my question while stopping the pace of hands soaking up plates. Arga shifted my body and took over the dish full of soap, starting to rinse it carefully.

"That was .. Auntie said, sorry, yes" he said in a tone that sounded guilty.

"Which one?" I just try to smile, not want to if he feels guilty for something that is not the case.

"That aunt said about heredity," he said again. The plate he had in his hand was already clean he rinsed and he kept it on the other side of the sink.

"Oh, that. Yes already. Maybe Auntie doesn't know, Ga. I no longer have that problem anyway. I consider Aunt's words to be the best prayer for us" I added.

I looked at Arga, now his lips are smiling, but I still feel if the smile contains sadness.

"I'm not good with you about that."

"That's it, it's okay. Don't you think about it." I tried to calm him down with my smile, hoping that if he no longer felt bad about it.

"C, Yu. You sure about that?" asked Arga, it was unclear what he meant.

"That's which one? What's?" many confused.

"You would have said that you've been medicated here and there. Em ...." Arga fell silent, rubbed his nape and looked at that person's restless face. He's such a hard one to talk to.

"..., you want to not come with me to the doctor? I'm sorry, it's nothing, but I just want to make sure of one thing. From your old story Hilman didn't want to go to the gynecologist, did he?" ask Arga to me. I nodded slowly, confirming his words.

"To make sure again, we check how?" ask Arga.

"sorry. Not that I want to offend you, but it's all possible, isn't it?" ask her again when I was just silent had not been able to answer.

"I think we should go to the doctor this time, not just you. I will also go there," he said again.from the tone of his voice sounded he was not happy.

I was still silent, there was a feeling of fear about it. Indeed, Mas Hilman never come with me to the doctor on the grounds that he is always busy working, indeed he never had time if I take him to the doctor, because of his work affairs are very much and make him no time to go to check himself.

"How's it?" ask Arga again.

"I'm scared. What if it's true that I'm the ...."

"Don't be afraid, Yu, I'm here. From a long time ago I've clearly accepted you for who you are, right? I'm not talking like this I don't trust you, but I just want to make sure. How's it?" ask Arga again.

I was still silent, thinking about my readiness about this. If it were true that I could have a child I would be very happy, but if not .. wouldn't I bring up my disappointment again?

Scroll his hopeful face. He looked at me waiting for an answer.

Just think positive, Yu. What Arga is doing is a good thing right? He has spoken really, and again ... what am I afraid of? He has become my husband!

"OK," I said in the end. Arga smiled happily, he pulled my shoulder and kissed my forehead very gently. It feels so warm. It was fun to be treated like this.

"Thank you, Yu. But ... You're not mad, am I asking you to come check it out? It's nothing, I'm just not sure if you're ...."

"But I ask you not to be disappointed if the result is bad, Ga." I asked with a look at him.

"Honestly, I'm afraid you're disappointed" I said. I looked down, not daring to look into his eyes. Arga, with one hand took my chin and forced this head towards him. He looked at me with his sharp eyes.

"Father!" The other sound made me and Arga distance ourselves quickly. Because it looks near the door, is rubbing his eyes that still look red.

"Ga-Gara, are you awake, son?" I wiped my wet hand on the cloth hanging on the wall and approached the boy. He yawned widely still rubbing his eyes.

"Papa, Mama, why aren't you in the room?" ask little Gara. I glanced at Arga, ashamed of it, did you just see what we were doing? Duh, how's this?

"Ah, yes. The grandparents had not come home yet, so we went down to accompany them to chat for a while," Arga said too honestly to the children. I glanced at Gara, afraid that this child would protest because we left her.

"Oh, it's worth it they don't exist" said the boy. I sighed with relief, it turned out that my mind was wrong. I thought because we were going to protest because we chose to go down and leave him.

"Yes, sorry, yeah." I apologized to Gara.

"Why is Mom apologizing?" ask Gara confused. He scratched his stomach and went back to yawning wide.

"Mama, I'm hungry" said the boy. Without having time to answer the question.

"Eh, hungry, yeah. Let's sit in a chair, 'cause what do you want to eat?" ask her. I carried her body and took her to the dining table chair.

"Yu, don't like Cara, later she's a habit, again." Arga Protest. Because she pursed her lips, her small hand hugged my neck very tightly.

"Tell me Papa gemburrllu! Wleek!" He stuck his tongue out at his father. Arga glared, tracing his waist while looking at the child with dislike.

"It's not a problem Papa's jealous, Gara. Mama Ayu Papa's wife, your mother too, later if Mama is sick because of your carrying how? You're big, heavy!" said Arga.

Because he looked unconcerned, he leaned his head against my shoulder comfortably.

"Once you can, Pa. Not every harrlli either, is it, Ma?" ask Gara to plead with me, please,.

"Yes. Whatever for your dear Mama's child," I said as I brushed her nose and kissed her soft cheek again for sticking her tongue out at her father mocking Arga who now looks unacceptable.

"Yes already. Come eat. What do you want to eat?" ask her.

"Tellorrll the cow's eye!" exclaim Gara with excitement.

"Eggs plop, Gara." said Arga.

"Cow's eye!" shout Gara.

"Yes, but it's a chicken egg. Where there are cows laying eggs" said Arga again.

"Yes, but his name's a cow's eye eggrll!" Gara began to feel upset because of being bullied by his father.

"The chicken's pity is not considered," Arga said again still trying to make his son angry.

"Father! It's already! Stopit! Don't bother, keep going!"

Geez, these two people did they like to argue before?

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yuk also stopped by my friend's work on this one.still new. Release Me Master, Gorga Hamonangan's 😉