Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

220. Happy News

"There's a package, Mom. From the publisher ..." said the woman to me as she read and mentioned what was written there. I received the thing, a pretty big package that contained nothing. I was surprised by this package, not expecting it to come so soon.

The package I took and I opened on the dining table, it contained a book with the title 'Angel Without Wings' I wrote my first printed book with my real name. (Set promo can be yes. Othor is creating a printed book and is PO, for those interested can chat Othor later on NT account can be, or DM in IG Trias_wardani13 and inbox FB Trias Wardani)

It was great that I got this book, the thirty day struggle of writing this story. The story of a teenage boy who felt himself ignored by the father, did not accept the second marriage of the father. Lika twists and turns of the journey and the inner feeling she feels, especially when the father takes her to a boarding school, the more she feels if she is banished.

I hugged it in front of my chest, feeling overwhelmed by what I got right now. It's great to be able to hug my own work, not only can I enjoy my work on the phone, but I can keep it on my bookshelf. Someday, if I have children, I want them to know, if his mother has a dream that has materialized.

"What's that?" ask for a voice from behind me. I turned my head, looking at Arga who was neat with her work clothes.

"My printed book is ready, Pa." I showed her my book. Arga approached and smiled, he picked up the book and looked at the cover and the contents. His smile expanded so wide that he still stared at the book sheet in his hand.

"Good, congratulations. Later after work I read," he said and returned the book to me. I was still holding the book, hugging it as if I didn't want to let go.

"Let me help promote. Let everyone know that my wife is a great writer" he said, stroking my cheek. I was happy and nodded my head.

Arga was sitting next to me, she was still looking at me with a smile on her lips.

"The coffee, sir." Sister Sus came to bring the coffee that I had made in front of Arga.

"Eh, astaghfirullah. I forgot, Pa." I was embarrassed, smiling, feeling guilty to her. Because there was a package so early that I forgot that I was making coffee for my husband.

Arga just smiled, then sipped the coffee.

"Mbak Sus, I'd like you to see Gara. It's finished bathing is not yet," I asked Mbak Sus. The woman nodded, lowered her body as it passed us then went upstairs. Though I was under the age, but Ma'am Sus respect us so much that every time he passed by did not forget to bend a little.

Because he was ready with his uniform to walk slowly down the stairs, one hand held by Mbak Sus. Mbak Sus is like that, if it goes down along with Gara always holds his hand for fear if the child runs down. Fear falls. Because it looks with a face that stalls walking with our assistant.

I've moved all the food to the dining table. The various side dishes I cooked earlier, not much. Only three kinds, chicken meat suwir, vegetable soup, and also orek tempe. I used to ask Ma'am Sus, whatever my husband and son ate, Alhamdulillah what he ate just like me and mom ate at home.

As she climbed into her chair, the bag she carried with her Sister Sus took to the living room. We had breakfast together. I was like yesterday, eating, but feeling bland on the tongue, when this was my own cooking. I've been like this for a few days.

"Why not eat?" arga asked as I took out the cake that Nira made yesterday from the bottom of the fridge.

"Picture," I answered. Arga's forehead shriveled at my words, he took a vegetable spoon and moved a little gravy on his spoon, feeling everything there.

"Enak, really. Tasteless what? Sister Sus, try this. Is there anything strange?" tanya Arga asked Ma'am Sus. The woman approached, took a small bowl and did the same.

"Enak, Mum. As always," said the woman to me.

"But why I'm so bad, huh?" I was confused, the cuisine that I made the dose as usual, be it salt, flavoring, or sugar, indeed I did not taste it.

"Again the heat at times, ma'am," said Sister Sus again.

"Then, then please buy a solution yes, Ma'am. The usual, do not have the taste," pinta Arga while spending money one red sheet.

"Yes, sir." Sister Sus then went out of the house.

"Are we going to the doctor?" ask Arga to me.

"No need, hot in all to see the doctor, anyway."

"Yes, Ma. To the doctor, let the spit is cured," said Gara with a mouth full of food.

"How to, eat it chew and swallow first if you want to talk, then choke," the father recalled. Because she smiled grimacing, painstakingly chewed quickly and swallowed the food in her mouth.

"How to get to the doctor yes, Ma," said the boy quickly.

We continued breakfast until it was all over. Simultaneously, Sister Sus has reached home and gave a bag of crackles containing several bottles of drinks without taste solution.

"Mbak Sus, today please help me settle the room, yes. Ask Mbak Sari to help remove the curtains and also wash the carpet," I told Mbak Sus.

"Well," said the woman and went to the back house. Not long after that she returned together with Gara's nanny.

I drive Arga and Gara, get ready to go to school and work.

"Mom! Ma! Wait!" mama Sus shouted from behind me.

"Yes? What's up?"

"Square two! Line two!" he said hysterically. He jumped up while shouting happily, pointing at the thing in hand. I was confused what he meant line two.

"Square line, Mom! It's!"

I approached and took what was in his hand. A little confused by his words. Line two!

"Square line, Mom. Positive!" he said with glee.

I saw it and couldn't believe what was there. There was a clear red line inside the flat object I was wearing yesterday.

There was none yesterday, why is there now?

"Line two, Mom!" yell again. I was just looking at that thing in my hand.

"What's wrong?" asked Arga, he turned around and approached towards us. I just looked at Arga, but still couldn't talk.

"This is Sir, this is!" point to Sister Sus, on the testpek in my hand. Arga approached and fell silent, he looked at me in confusion.

"You ..." he said then stopped. He smiled happily.

"Alhamdulillah!"

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Excuse me, yes, this time there is an interest for the first printed book has Othor who is still a fragment of this tenginang.

This is also inspired by the figure of Ayu who is a connecting mother.

If you want to know this story, the sweetness of a family relationship and friendship, and the sweetness of the seeds of Lilian's first love, may yuk order.

\= Othor instead adverts😑. Noles, noles!

⁇ : Yeah, all of you. While diving drink water, bloated time so 😒.

Yuk, who wants DM aja IG Trias_wardani13 or inbox fb Trias wardani. or chat NT can also.

But this is a temporary cover, the book is up in print with a different cover 😉