Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

193. My husband, my Imam

"That's it, huh?" ask Arga. It was heard from his disappointed voice.

I woke up from my sleep and looked at her.

"Sorry, if it makes you angry. But I'll keep thinking about Gara. Afraid that because we're fussing if we stay. Can we take Gara too?" I asked Arga a little pleading.

Arga just kept quiet, making me a little scared. Will he be angry?

He woke up from his sleep and smiled, gently rubbing my hair.

"Okay, it's not a honeymoon package anymore, but a family vacation package," Arga said again.

"Aren't you angry?" ask her. Still scared. Arga shook his head.

"No, I think that you are more concerned with Gara than your own pleasure. I got you as my wife, Yu." Arga pulled me into his arms. It feels very warm and comfortable too. I felt her kiss in my hair.

"Let's go to sleep, tomorrow we have to get up early, right?" He pulled me back and threw himself in his arm.

"I am so happy, there are nights that accompany me to sleep. Oh, happy heart!" he then kissed my cheek with anxiety. The fine fur under his nose was very felt once tickling this cheek, making me amused.

"Arga already!" I held his chest, slightly distancing myself from him. "She's going to sleep!" my reflection once again.

"Hehe, I'm tired of you" he said with a small laugh.

"Worry again tomorrow, now go to bed quickly, he said he wanted to get up early."

Arga pulled my body back down, this time his chin stuck to my shoulder.

"Guild me ...."

"Sleep!" I cut his words. Otherwise, he would continue to talk like the nights before.

"Raw, uh. I just wanted to say, good night, my wife," she said, then a soft kiss I felt on this cheek.

Ahhh!!!!

I want to scream. It's so sweet of him!

"Good sleep, too, my husband" I said. Arga smiled slightly, then pushed himself back. Before long there was a very subtle roar of breath from him.

Not long after, I also fell asleep because of the sound of smooth snoring that regularly seemed to play a tone that made my drowsiness come.

...***...

I woke up at four in the morning. It is still too early in the morning actually, Adzan was not heard at all. The cold air coming out of the AC made me unable to stand it, I raised the temperature a little warmer.

I see Arga still hugging his blanket, his face looks very handsome once hit by a dim sleeping lamp. The roar of subtle breaths still sounded quietly. I couldn't wake him up.

I put this foot on the floor and went to the bathroom. The warm water is now pouring on my body. It feels very comfortable. If at home Mom I have to cook water first to take a bath, here just turn the cold water faucet and warm water simultaneously.

After the shower, I always looked at this face in the mirror. This bathroom is like the bathroom of a rich person in general. There is a bathtub, sink, toilet seat –I have to learn a little to use it–, there is also a large mirror attached to the wall. I can see my whole body there.

I realized that if this face looks more radiant than before, even a smile could not be relieved, attracted by itself.

Am I happy now? Yes, I am very happy with my life. Although sometimes it comes to my mind during my old marriage, I try to forget all about him. Let me not compare my old life with the present one. It used to be the past that I had to leave behind, although that doesn't mean I'm forgetting, now is the present that I have to live with Arga.

I remember, how are you doing with Mas Hilman? Ah, do I still have to call him 'Mas'? It was customary, and again .. that person was also four years old was above me, in contrast to Arga who was only one level above me.

Do I have to ask Mas Hilman's situation to Arga? How is he in prison? Did his family make it up to him?

Ah, what am I thinking? Why should I think of someone who has been bad to me. Not that I haven't moved on from him, but I still care, I still have a sense of pity, even though maybe others think I'm stupid. It was her fault, after all, that I couldn't accept if I didn't want to go back with her. Yeah, it's her fault that she married without my permission, that she drugged me and it wasn't fair to me.

Ah, it's been.

I got out of the bathroom and headed for my closet. Some of my clothes have been filled in this place, along with Arga's clothes.not much, just a few stels. I don't know when Arga will take me to get most of my clothes from there.

Grep's!

I was shocked when I felt a big hand coiling in front of my stomach. I almost jumped.

"Good morning, Honey" she said. He kissed my cheek gently. I smiled even though I wanted to be angry because I was surprised. Getting a good morning with such a sweet affection, isn't it fun? What about you guys, man? Is your husband all sweet like him?

"Good morning too, Ar ...." I fell silent, suddenly remembering the conversation last night.

"Good morning, my dear." Errata. Arga smiled happily, he put his head on my shoulder.

"You wake up, why don't you wake me up too?" he asked slowly, his tone still sounded very sleepy.

"You slept really well. Anyway, this hasn't been Adhan, either."

Arga tightened his embrace on my stomach, kissing my neck gently. Amused taste.

"You should wake me up, dong. Let's go to bed and wake up together" he said. There was a warm swish that I felt, where I thought he didn't like me waking up this early. Yes, the past and the present are different. Arga is Arga, not him.

"Ehm, you want to take a shower? I prepare warm water first," I said. I felt his head move to the right and to the left on my shoulder.

"If you sleep again. There are still thirty minutes until the dawn prayer" I said after glancing at the clock on the wall. Arga shook his head again.

"Gak ah, later if you sleep again can not hug you, dong." The voice still sounded lazy. I'm laughing a little. Hugging me she can do at any time, of course if she is at home or there is no one else near us.

"I'm happy now, every time I wake up I can see you."

"I'm also very happy. Look out first, Iah. I want to get dressed" I asked him. Again the man shook his head, still not releasing me from the circle of his hands.

"Ga, I'm still wearing this towel, you know. Cold," I said again.

"I've hugged you."

"That's!" call me firmly.

Arga chuckled, chuckling sounding horrible in the ears.

Oh, naw!

Only then did I realize what I was doing, calling it by name. Don't get to ....

I was not done with my thoughts yet, Arga twisted my body and clamped my chin with her hands.

"The first day's punishment!" he said with a grin on his lips.

I widened my eyes. He was still smiling and pushing me back so my back was now hitting the closet door. Unable to avoid it with her quick movements, she was already very close and finally grabbed my lips and voraciously mel*matnya. My chin he clasped and he pulled down, forcing my mouth open so he quickly stuck his tongue in.

I muttered, hitting his shoulder because I wasn't ready at all for what he was doing. Until the tightness of this chest feels, can not breathe properly.

"Eum!" That's the only sound I can make. But he did not let me go at all. His tongue was exploring, obscuring and twisting my tongue.

I couldn't dodge, she locked onto my movements by holding both my shoulders, pressing herself against the closet door.

"Ah. Huh." This breath as he released me. I took a lot of breaths and looked at him. Does he want me to die out of breath? She just smiled at me, rubbed the corner of my wet lips with her thumb and felt it in her mouth.

"It's very sweet" he said innocently. I wanted to get angry, but had not yet had time to open my mouth, the man again approached and kissed my lips briefly this time.

"I'm gonna take a shower. Please get some clothes for me. Just t-shirts, sarongs and prayer mats, "he asked, without hearing my answer he went to the bathroom.

This annoyance was still there, but it was lost to his request just now.

"Honey. Don't forget to wake up Gara, yeah. We pray in Gara's room only" my husband said, then he disappeared behind the bathroom door.

This chest is pounding. This is the first time Arga and I will pray together with Gara. Yeah, first time.

Immediately I took my clothes and put up the veil with the origin, and went away with my prayer tool, a dowry gift from Arga. Do not forget the clothes that Arga asked for, keep it on the mattress. Then after that go upstairs to wake up Gara.

He looks good in his sleep. The boy coiled to sleep hugging his own knees. The blanket was already far from his leg range. Looks like this child can not sleep quietly, seen also from his pillow behind his back.

"Gara," call me. Because not responding. There was pity with this child, awakened this early, but wasn't this an obligation? He must learn discipline with his worship.

"Cara. Get up, honey," call me again. I shook her tiny body slowly. Because he turned his head without opening his eyes, looking a little hard he opened it.

"Wake up, pray the dawn together, yuk!" this time the eyes slowly opened, looking forced. He rubbed his eyes and yawned wide.

"What, Ma?" ask Gara.

"awake. Fajr Prayer, Honey."

Because he opened his eyes many times, maybe glare at the state of this room that I turned on the light. His hands stretched upwards doing stretching so that his height increased by a few inches.

"Howdy, wakeup. We pray together." Arga's voice sounded behind me. He had worn the cocoa shirt I had prepared for him, as well as the black peci on his head, leaving me stunned. Although it's not the first time I've seen her like that, but Arga's appearance is still very charming for me.

"Yes" answered Gara. The boy then got up lethargic, walking towards the bathroom.

"Eh, it's not hard to wake up, '" I murmured. I was amazed by the little guy who disappeared in the bathroom. The sound from the bathroom was very clear.

"Yes, it's not hard to wake up." Arga shook the carpet he had just picked up from the corner of the room, also with his prayer mat. He also walked towards Gara's closet and looked for something there, not how long carrying Gara's cocoa clothes and small sarongs and prayer mats.

Before long Gara came out of the bathroom with a wet face.

"You've wudhu?" ask Arga. I shook my head. It was not possible because it had not done so and Arga who had been up.

"Sana, just go to the bathroom, let me take care of it," he said again. I nodded and went to the bathroom.

Because it was finished changing with cocoa clothes and also a neat sarong, visible on his face a very clear drowsy aura, but the boy did not protest equally as much.

We did the Fajr prayer together with Arga who became the prayer priest this time.

It is very happy and happy that I am now finding the right priest. And hopefully it will always be like this.

Aamiins.