Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

211. Arga Into the Wind

I lay down next to Arga again, and the man fell asleep very quickly. It must be because he looks so tired. I just watched her as she hugged her, feeling her regular roar of breath.

The look on his face was very tired, I felt sinful because from yesterday I had thought about something bad. Even if I could think clearly, of course, I wouldn't be angry with him. I am still unable to give all that is to the Almighty.

Noticing her sleeping self, I also became drowsy and then fell asleep with her.

We actually woke up during the day, right after Gara came home from school. I feel guilty for not taking good care of her, nor did I take care of Mama this morning.

We had lunch together, Arga looks not too comfortable while sitting. He also did not eat properly.

"Why you?" ask him.

"It looks like I got in the wind" he replied.

After eating I tried to treat Arga, by scraping his back with eucalyptus and coins. Usually it works for me if I have a cold.

"It's definitely gonna hurt" Arga guessed as I haven't even started. He took off his shirt and hugged his knee. His gaze did not he divert from the coin in my hand, staring in horror at the object.

"If you catch a cold, it won't hurt at all. Let's just say that you're being tattooed" I told him.

I told him to lie on my back.

"Don't be loud. I can't stand the pain" he told me pleading.

"Where there is a hard, female energy is nothing more than male energy" I told him. Slowly I affixed the eucalyptus to his back and began to slowly scrap it. Arga could not remain silent as the coin hit the skin of his back. He moved uncomfortably, only a few times the scratches had his skin reddened.

"aww. It's sick!" he said, then begged for mercy. He couldn't stop moving when I touched his skin with a coin, but I didn't do it hard. His whites are now striped because of my artistic streaks.

"Do you want to torture me?" ask her with annoyance.

"I don't want to torture you just that I'm helping to treat you" I replied casually.

"I beg you to stop!" shouting Arga. The man continued to squirm beneath me. I who was sitting on it pressed his back a little hard with one hand the other kept moving the coin over his skin. It was nice to see a man banging on a mattress yelling for mercy. Instead of immediately descending from the top of his body, I'm getting more and more happy doing it there.

Maybe Arga could not stand it so he forced himself to rise to make me lunge backwards. Fortunately, on a soft mattress if not of course this head will bump.

"Arga, you have me fall like this!" I said exclaiming in annoyance while waking up.

Price's face looks red he helps me clean up my messy hair.

"I can't stand it, let it be if I catch a cold that is important not in the crack," he said.

"Haha." I laughed amusedly at her frightened face like that.

"It doesn't hurt, Arga. It would be nice if everything was scraped. It's not all done!" I got down from the bed and chased after him while lifting the coin in my hand. Still not satisfied I still want to swerve his back.

"Tidak. I don't want to!" yelled Arga running away from me. I don't want to let go, it's revenge because it was yesterday that didn't tell me at all. I was so upset and angry that I couldn't sleep all night.

I continued to chase after him by not giving up at all. But then the man stopped and stretched out his hand, catching me in his arms. He snatched the coin away from me and threw it on the floor, so I didn't know where it was rolling.

"Did you deliberately want to torture me huh?" ask Arga to me.

"No. I don't want to torture you. I just want to help you get well."

"I won't heal if I just get scraped. But I'll heal with the others" he said, now it sounded creepy.

Arga pulled my body back onto the bed and threw me hard. Not waiting for long she overstretched my body and held both of my hands over her head. I squirm, trying to get away from him. However, she did not seem to want to let go of me at all, her eyes looking very sharp with a grinning smile visible on her lips.

I became afraid myself, wasn't I digging my own grave. This guy could treat me like this.

"Arga, what are you doing?" I asked her by looking at her in horror.

He smiled very broadly, and looked at me as at the previous nights.

"I just want to find my own cure isn't it with exercise that I'm going to be very healthy?" ask with a smile.

"Yes, but not with this kind of sport as well" I said not to lose. I tried to get away from him. Moving my whole body firmly, however, the grip of the man on my body is very strong. I can't back down, I can't escape either. Do I have to step down once again?