Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

219. Honeymoon, Yes!

Tired of our struggles, we fell asleep shortly after.

At midnight I woke up. It hurt a little in my lower area, there was something strange I felt, like something was moving so quickly that it felt so clearly.

Wanted to go to take the warm water downstairs, but the taste of linu down there made me undo my intentions.

"Darling," called me to Arga, shaking her shoulder a little hard. He wriggled awake, forced himself to open his eyes with great difficulty, almost two hours we were asleep, of course still sticking the eyes to open.

"What's up, Ma?" ask Arga to me.

"I want warm water, but my stomach is linu. Can you please get it?" tanyaku. Arga nodded his head, turned his body, then came down from the top of the mattress. He yawned while walking towards the door.

"You want some food?" ask Arga before opening the door. I shook my head. Don't want food, just want warm water as usual. It's possible that my stomach is cramping again, as usual when I'm going to have my period.

Arga soon returned to the room with a glass of water and a packet of bread in his hand, as well as a small flask he had clamped between his arm and chest.

"This, in the flask there is also chocolate milk, if you want to eat bread with milk," he said. I smiled as I received the warm water he brought, then drank it a little, the rest I stick to the stomach. It's warm, it's comfortable.

"I'll get you a compress?" ask again. The little bread and flask he kept on the nightstand by the side.

"Don't do it, it's okay, all right."

The face looks very tired. He went back up to the bed and hugged me tightly.

"Ma, we're not yet honeymoon. Next week, go, yuk!" Bring along.

"It's not busy, is it?" my many.

"No, it's a relaxed export. At most just make the latest fashion design for spring clothes later, it has been handed over to others" said Arga. He gently stroked my stomach. It's very comfortable.

"Where else to export?"

"Europe" answered Arga.

I am amazed by this husband. This business is very large in my opinion which is only from the lower classes, not too understanding also with the affairs of exports and so on, I used to only record goods that enter or exit only. There is also a special section, not only I who hold.

"Enak once, the clothes have reached Europe," I said idly, no particular purpose, just talk. Proud of domestic products that have penetrated foreign markets.

"You want us to honeymoon Europe?" asked Arga while looking at me. I shook my head.

"Too far, don't want to, ah," I replied.

"Loh, it's okay far too, later we find our own clothes and selfies there, show the same people bule tuh, 'this is the shirt we make, made in Indonesia," arga said while laughing. I was the same, laughing at him.

"Gruby."

"Son, ah. So wasteful. The streets just spend a lot of money, after all, the same there must also be mostly in the room, right?" my guess. Arga only grimaced, smiling very widely.

I already know his intentions, so he always just told me if you don't have to bring Gara. Basic male. What is thought of in bed!

"Yes, it's for the sake of making up for the time we've wasted, it should be after marriage we leave. But because I'm busy I can't go out for a honeymoon" he said in a guilty tone.

I smiled, stroking her soft, white cheeks. "Finish the task and the obligation. You are a leader, although yes you can throw your work with others, but you also have to take full responsibility" I said. He took my hand, kissing the palm and back of my hand alternately.

"I'm proud to have your wife. Sleep, yuk," he asked.

The glass that was cold water I kept on the nightstand, I threw myself back beside Arga comfortably.

"Yuk ah, sleep. Keep talking, tomorrow will be bad luck. I was sleepy" he said again and closed his eyes while sleeping by putting his head on my neck. I stroked his head slowly, usually this can make him sleep quickly.

"I feel like I want it again" he said suddenly.

"What client?"

"Yet," he answered. I patted her on the cheek reflexively, surprised by her, like she was not tired at all.

"It hurts!" he said spoiled while pouting at me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, either, um. We have been, for a long time, not satisfied, yes, I just to the waist pain," I said while stroking his cheek.

"Hehe, if I were you I wouldn't be satisfied" he said with a smile.

...***...

In the morning I woke up quite fresh, there was no more pain in the stomach after a night of drinking warm water, and I drank a little hotter water. The milk that Arga made last night I was forced to throw away because it was not consumed at all, it was cold in the thermos.

"Mom" called Sister Sus, she's our family assistant, cook and some housewife, sharing her duties with others.

I'm the one who's making Arga coffee look at him. From a distance he ran in a hurry.

"What's up, Ma'am?" I was confused, not usually he ran like that.

"This. This ..." he said as he approached and thrust something in his hand.

I was glued when I saw that thing he was holding.

"This ...."