Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

229. Cries of Gara

Living my day with a different status, no significant obstacles. My meal is normal now, because every day there will be a courier delivering mother's cooking every morning. Complete from breakfast to dinner. I also eat very greedy until not felt in pregnancy which is now at the age of four months my weight has increased a lot. Ah, it feels embarrassed to say how much, this cheek is like a bakpao. In fact, many of my pants are no longer fit, Arga had to buy a lot of clothes or clothes sleep forward so that I am comfortable without using pants.

It's not just me. Mother also often makes food, whether it's for friends rice or snacks and cakes. Afraid of jealousy, she said, as mother ordered.

Like this morning, there was a meal. I was hungry from last night eating first because I could not bear, a little first, later I continued eating together with the others.

"Mama!" gara's screams sounded from upstairs. I put food in my mouth and chewed a little faster.

"Babu's book is gone!" I heard screaming back. I took a drink and immediately left my meal, slightly walking quickly up the stairs.

It looks like Gara is crying in her room. He scrambled the books on the shelf, looking for something.

"What's wrong? Why is my brother crying?" manya panic. Never has this child cried like this.

"Babu Abang does not exist" said the boy with his cries getting louder. He did not take his gaze away from the books that were in front of him. His hands were looking and searching.

"What book? Which one?" my question is approaching towards him.

"Picture book. There are tasks that must be collected today" he said again. Sometimes he shrinks wet on his face.

I look forward to seeing him, knowing what he did yesterday until crying because he thought it was always ugly.

"Yesterday, where did you keep it?" my many.

"Do not know! In the bag, but nothing!" whining the boy. The bag was empty on the bed, it was scattered there. Books and pens were partly on the cold floor.

"Oh yeah, don't cry. Come on, Mama help me find." I wiped Gara's face from the tears that kept coming out of her round eyes. Rather than keep asking, it was better to help him look for her. That job is very important to him. Yesterday during the drawing, a lot of stories that Gara wants to do later. The picture consists of the four of us, me, Arga, Gara, and his sister-to-be in a car with an open roof, on the right and left side there is a view of a vast expanse of grass, and, behind the car is a view of the mountain and also the forest. After her sister was born, Gara wanted the four of us to go on a journey like the one in the picture.

I helped Gara find it everywhere, the book also did not escape my vision, afraid if the object was tucked in it. Down the closet, under the table, chair and so on. The picture book we did not find.

"How's this? You have to go kumpulin today?" the crying that had subsided now repeated itself, getting louder because of the panic I felt.

I reached out, asking him to come into my arms. As she cried loudly, her shoulders went up and down.

"But the task was collected today, Mama!" said annoyed. He drowned his head back in my lap.

"Yes, but don't cry, yeah. There's no other picture book? Make a new one, yuk!" take me. He shook his head.

"Time will not be enough. The picture is old. School brother in a minute!" she cried loudly in my lap.

"Will not go to school!" his yell.

"Hey, how come you don't want to go to school? Later, the teacher asked you loh, what is the value of Brother if you do not want to go to school? The star on the board will be missing one, baby, right?" the bujukku. Her soft hair I rubbed slowly, persuading this child must indeed be patient and must be resourceful.

"Yuk, mending pictures again. Than not school. Mama help with the picture."

Because I shake my head. A little stubborn like his father, sometimes there is little nature that wants to resign.

"So you don't want any more pictures? Don't want school? Later if the picture is not so, can not see the picture dong if the baby is born. 'Kan, Brother said yesterday if it was in the value, would be installed frame right? Make a gift if the grandpa was born later?" my question, did not lose the sense to persuade him, so now Gara raised her head and looked at me.

"But help with the picture, huh?" pinta Gara with her own eyes. I smiled, nodded my head, and grabbed her face, rubbing wet there.

"Yes, Mama helpin. Yuk, where's the other picture book. We have to take a picture" I said, then kissed her forehead gently. Gara looked forced into a smile, and immediately went to take another picture book.

The clock on the wall I see, there's still about an hour left until school. Less than that time, we had to finish the picture of Gara, so that she would not be sad anymore. I don't know where the picture book was yesterday.

The door was knocked from the outside as we were both busy with crayon drawings and scratches.

"What are you doing? Papa wait at the dinner table and don't come down too?" asked Arga, now he started to step in and avoid the books on the floor. "It's a mess."

"We're drawing, Brother's picture book is gone, Pa." While I was talking, Gara did not turn her gaze away from the graffiti of her hand. He looks very serious with his hand.

"Cock can disappear? Where is it stored?" ask Arga. My husband is now sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at Gara who is drawing.

"No idea, it was in the bag yesterday, but it's not there!" said Gara upset.