Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

204. Desas Desus Not Tasty

I don't know why this man is so ignorant, even I who was helping button his clothes was disturbing and stick it.

"Darling, how can I button your clothes if you just stick it like that?" ask him. He did not let go of me, instead getting tighter in his arms and resuscitating his head to the shoulder.

"Yes, I miss you so much" he said in a spoiled tone.

"Oh my goodness, honey. I've been the same as you, not anywhere." I try to keep him away from me.

"Yes that's it, because I'm going to work soon. So, I don't think I'm willing to leave you" he said again.

Oh my God, what's wrong with my husband? Why is he such a child!

"That you. We'll see you later in the afternoon, too. Quick wake up right I help button," said I a little annoyed while pushing his body.

Arga shook his head. "Five more minutes." Beside me. I exhaled in annoyance, it's almost eight in the morning.

"See what time is it?" ask him.

"It's not eight yet."

"It's too late."

"will not. After all, I'm the boss is a little late, it doesn't matter" he said, unconcerned. Her lips were soaking wet on my neck.

"Yes you don't have a problem, but Gara can't be late for school" I said.

Hearing the name of Gara the man immediately raised his head. He slightly moved his lips.

"Jelek, there's a flick up Gara up. I want to change my clothes" I said to him, pushing his back.

"Yes, yeah. But sun first" he said before leaving the room. He pointed to his cheek.

I clucked in annoyance, looking right and left. When there is no one, I bring my lips closer to him. Almost hit his cheek he deliberately turned his head, so that our lips met his lips. I was surprised and had not had time to distance myself he had already held back the nape of my neck. Again, I have to go with it. It seems I should have gotten used to his behavior like this.

A few seconds Arga kissed me gently, and then let go. He smiled happily and happily. Like getting a win. Her thumb she rubbed at the corner of my wet lips. I just silently glanced at him in annoyance.

"You're a habit! Why the hell is he naughty?" tanyaku.

"Hehe, your end is adorable" said Arga, pinning both cheeks and moving them to the right and left. He treated me like a baby that made him flinch.

Upset by her treatment of me, I brushed both her hands aside violently. My cheek hurts a lot.

"It hurts" I said, stroking both cheeks. I pouted, angry at his treatment. But he did not feel guilty at all like he was, just grimacing and once again taking the nape of my neck. I stayed away afraid he attacked me with his lips, but he quickly landed his kiss on my forehead.

"Quick change clothes, I will follow Gara up," he said with a smile. He stroked my cheek before leaving to follow his beloved son upstairs.

I looked at Arga in annoyance, instead of apologizing he just left. Who made me late too?

We were already in the car, Arga drove Gara first to school. Though there was a driver at home, but Arga himself wanted to take Gara to school with me.

"Why not go alone? At home there is a driver!" say the boy. He could already pronounce the letter 'r', despite having to try hard.

"Why indeed? Don't you like Papa interracial?" asked Arga glanced at his son from the rearview mirror that was in front of him.

"It's okay, but pity the same Mr. chauffeur has no duty!" Said the boy.

Arga and I smiled at the same time, she was so smart.

"Papa wants to take you to school, dear, also want to be with Mama Ayu longer," said the man sitting next to me.

"Huh mode!" the boy exclaimed in surprise, it seemed that Arga was as surprised as I was.

"Where does he know the word modus?" whispered Arga to me.

I shrugged both shoulders. "I don't know, I thought you taught it!" I was the same whispering speaking to Arga. A bit funny too but horrified, from where did he know with such a term.

We arrived at Gara's school. Like yesterday before getting out of my car and Gara kissing the back of our priest's hand.

"Mom don't forget, huh?" arga said before we went down. I'm confused what Arga means by 'don't forget'.

"What?" ask him while looking at him.

"If you want to go or go home, call me. Okay?" said Arga. I smiled and nodded my head.

"Ready, honey," I said with a smile and opened the car door.

"Be careful on the road. Remember not to be naughty!" I said to that man. He formed the letters o and k in his hand. A second later the car left us.

I drove Gara to her class.

"Mama Garra forgot to bring water to drink" the boy told me after he kept his bag.

"Couldn't you? Didn't you just get ready, did you?"

"I think it was just a missed fit Garra had a drink" said the boy again and grimaced with a smile.

"Yes, let's go to the cafeteria."

Gara and I walked into the other room. Passed some of those people back. It actually felt a little uncomfortable, especially when the gaze of those eyes was not diverted from me. I'm like someone caught stealing or making a mistake.

"There, Mah!" Point Gara at one room with the canteen writing on it.

We go in there and look for mineral water for Gara. The boy also took another one, a packaged milk drink.

"How can I drink this milk?" I made sure of the kid.

"May," he said, hugging the two objects and taking them to the cashier.

I took out one blue note to the canteenkeeper.

"Who is this?" ask the cafeteria guard who I estimate is not far above me.

"Just like Mama" Gara replied with a smile. I nodded my head smiling at the mother.

"Oh, now you have a mom? So now there is no need to be afraid of being ridiculed by friends anymore" said the woman who made me a little surprised.

"He can no longer. Garra already has a mother. Mama Garra is great" said the boy exaggerated. I didn't know he called me great, what kind of great?

"Yes Mama Gara is also very beautiful" said the woman as she lifted her two thumbs. She smiled happily until her teeth were seen.

"This is the change, ma'am" said the woman, giving me the change.

"How to drink milk in that chair first" I ordered Gara. The boy nodded his head and then went to the chair that was in this room.

"Congratulations on her marriage to Gara's father. I am happy to hear that now Gara already has a mother," he said again kindly.

"Yes thank you. Anu, Mum. Is Gara being teased often?" Ask him.

The woman was silent, looking like a misdeed. "Em .. Yeah, sometimes anyway, Mom. Sometimes there are some bad boys who like to ridicule that ridicule, but not just the same because of it. The other child also got bullied" the woman explained.

I'm shaking my head. "Thank you, Mom." I said to him and then left him and approached Gara.

Because already spent one box of milk drinks packaging.

"It's over?" ask him. Gara nodded his head and walked towards the trash cans that were around there. We went back to the class.

"His son can marry his father Gara? His degrees were so raised that," said someone as I walked past in front of him.

Inevitably I looked towards her, obviously the woman was talking about me.

"It's really good. Is he wearing pellets? A class of Ms. Rena is still rejected. She is beautiful, rich, sexy. But why did he marry Gara's father?" Murmured another woman.

Other rumors rang out in my ears as well, it felt of course bad, they were talking about me right when I was here.

I was still silent, not wanting to argue. I used to want to be best friends with them, but why am I the talk?

"Eh Mama Gara's. After taking Gara to class come with us, yuk," said one of the other women. "We eat at the cafe chatting, coffee, so we can get close to it" he added.

I nodded my head while smiling. "Thank you, but I want to wait for my son here" I said, still trying to be polite.

"For a long time if waiting here we better eat outside, who knows Mama continued Gara there is interest in joining our business," said one of the others. While the person who was talking about me smiled thinly at me lazily. I heard him call myself a serial mama, it's true but I didn't like the name.

"If to join the business I apologize, I seem to have to talk about it and ask permission with my husband."

"Lho Why is it? Is it okay for the Papa to be fierce so you have to ask for permission from everyone?" ask the woman who spoke first.

"Oh, it's not like that. But it's good that all things are done by a wife on the basis of permission from the husband. I wouldn't dare if I didn't have his permission. Excuse me, I'll go first" I said goodbye and followed Gara to her class. At first glance I heard from one of them who mentioned that I was arrogant. The poor are lifted up. Obviously I heard it but I don't know who the person who spoke like that was.

"Mama if you want to go home is okay," said Gara with a soft voice.

Eh? What's the matter?