Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

222. Garas. "Don't Make Mama Emotional!"

"Ooh," he said in a long tone.

I'm actually a little confused, hopefully what Arga said to Gara came true, but I can't be sure if I haven't checked with a doctor. Scared, what if not? Wouldn't Arga and Gara be disappointed?

"Are you all ready?" ask Arga to us. "We go to school, then we go to the hospital" said Arga, who later received a protest from his son.

"How to go to the hospital too, Papa!" exclaim Gara, make Arga who will turn the car keys stop its activities. He turned his head back, as well as me, looking at Gara who was now folding both hands in front of his chest with pursed lips.

"Eh, you have to go to school, son," Arga told her son.

"Wouldn't! Because I want to go to the doctor, want to go to the doctor Mama Ayu!" the boy shouted furiously.

Arga looked at me, as if asking permission for it.

"Ec ... Because of school yes, later if Mama has returned from the hospital we can also see the results. Mama is okay to check alone, there is Papa," I told Gara.

"Wouldn't! Because I want to go to the hospital! Because I want to come! It's not fair that only Papa comes along. Because I also love Mama Ayu, not just Papa!" the boy shouted loudly. His eyes looked at me with pleading. "Kan Gara also wants to know with baby grandpa. Kan, Gara also wants to nemenin Mama Ayu," he said this time with a tone that sounded sad.

I can't bear to see it.

"Again taking permission is not possible, Ga? Call the teacher, gih. Tell me if there's any family business or anything. Poor Gara," I pleaded. I am usually strict with Gara with school affairs or study, this time can not stand the gaze of his eyes like that, similar to the marmots who want to be in love.

Arga scratched the back of his head which I'm sure didn't itch at all. "Okay, yeah, but just today. Tomorrow don't get permission from school!" Show Arga to her son. That pouting face now revealed a happy smile.

"OK, Papa! yeaaay! Let's go!" Shouted Gara while pointing towards the front. She was so excited this morning, it made me love to see her.

We went to the hospital, after I had previously contacted Gara's teacher to ask permission from him.

Arriving at the hospital, Arga's door opened for me to go down, also opened the door for Gara to come down.

"Do you want me to bring a wheelchair?" ask Arga to me.

"Once you're tired of going inside, let me push you to the doctor's office" Arga said. He was very attentive, but did not know why I was so sorry to hear it.

"I am healthy, not disabled. There is still a strong way," I said scolded while holding Gara's hand and went ahead of him.

"Eh, angry!" arga's words sounded very clear. He chased after us and walked beside Gara.

"Well, Ma. So just get angry. I don't want you to be tired" said the man.

"Yes, but not a wheelchair, I'm fine."

"Hehe, sorry. If you don't want a wheelchair, what is dong? Want Papa's sling?" ask Arga tenaciously.

"Father! If Mama says don't want to make dong! Make pregnant women emotions do not well know!"

I was stunned to hear Gara say that with an annoyed tone of voice. Arga looked at Gara in surprise.

"Mama, let's go to the doctor's office. Papa stayed. What kind of husband makes a wife angry!"

Honestly, I would like to laugh at Gara's words, especially when I see the look on Arga's face that gawked because of the words of his favorite boy. Let alone him, I just can't believe that Gara can talk like that.

"How come, it's not polite to talk like that to Papa, son. No way, honey," I said teach Gara.

"Finally, Papa ngeyel! Don't know, Mama!" he said it again with a frown.

Arga looked bitter on his face, following our footsteps towards the doctor's room.

Arriving in front of the doctor's room, luckily the queue number was not much, just waiting for one person who was in there. I saw the moment I came out, a woman with a big belly. Very happy to see her face with her husband. I stroked my own stomach slowly, may Allah. I wish I could be a happy woman like her. Aamiins.