Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

230. Unconscious

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

"Couldn't you? Yesterday ...."

"Father! Better help your brother color, than just silence. It's time soon!" I said to Arga. The man smiled and immediately asked what color he would wear for his picture.

"Is this really okay to help?" ask Gara to me. "Kan, isn't it my job, Ma?" continued.

"Don't pa-pa, you'll tell the teacher, it's a joint assignment."

"Master wouldn't be angry?" ask the boy again to look at me.

"will not. Mama used to be like that, helped by grandma occasionally," I said with a small laugh. Because she smiled, nodded her head and scratched the black crayon again.

This time to shorten the time, not the exact picture as yesterday, a little simpler we made it. Only the four of us were sitting on a cloth mat with food in our midst. The picture with the setting of a place in the park, and a blue lake, some trees around us, also flowers for sweeteners.

We finished the picture for half an hour. Good enough, good enough also in my opinion with only half an hour to restore the mood of Gara and draw it.

"Done. Thank goodness!" the boy looked at the picture in his hand. Arga also smiled happily and looked relieved.

"Isn't anything different from yesterday?" I asked by looking at him. Fear if he is dissatisfied and disappointed.

Because smiling. "It's okay, Ma. This is later you can say the same baby grandpa if this is the work of the three of us!" yells. Thank God, for having such thoughts. A little scared of disappointment.

"Yes, then let's go down. Get ready, we're leaving. Breakfast in the car, huh?" my many.

"Pa, can you help me finish the book? Mama will prepare breakfast, "I beg you.

"Ready, Mama!" exclaimed my husband and cleaned up Gara's books. Ask the kid which books he'll bring to school today.

I'm going downstairs. A little pain in the stomach area, maybe because it was shocked and a little running when climbing stairs. With the pain, I prepared food for Arga to bring and also to feed Gara in the car later. Hungry still dominates this stomach, my rice is still in the glass cabinet, back I eat the rest while putting the other rice in the container. Forcing myself to eat, even though the pain makes me not tasteful, because remember the fetus that needs nutrition.

"Mom, how pale? Mom's sick, huh?" Sister Sus said from beside me. I was a little surprised because he suddenly came and asked.

"Eh, pale huh? Maybe this is because just helped Gara draw as well, the drawing book is gone, Gara cry," I said.

"Sir, please help me get in breakfast for Arga, yes." I thrust out the container I just filled with rice along with another empty container. Ma'am Sus nodded and began to put the vegetables into the empty container. I chose to sit in a chair, because I felt this body start to limp and a little dizzy. The linu in the stomach was also still felt.

Before long, the two men I loved came down from the top floor with smiling faces. Sus has finished his work.

"Are you ready to go?" ask me to both of them.Both now nod their heads.

"I got the briefcase first" said Arga, then went to the room and soon returned to our side with her briefcase.

"Mama, hurry! I could be late!" yelled, Who was already at the door.

"Yes!" I screamed back and set my feet a little quickly. The taste in the stomach as if there was a razor slashing.

"You sick, are you?" asked Arga when I got in the car and handed her breakfast. Arga kept the bushel on the dashboard and then looked back at me who was sitting next to Gara.

"Eh, no. I'm okay, all right."

"Pale kok?" tanyanya's worried.

"Eh, it's because of the breakfast a little like earlier" I replied again. Not knowing why my face was pale, I thought it was because I was starving, which always made my stomach ache and cramp.

"Next time, don't wait for us to have breakfast. If you're hungry, eat first." Arga rubbed my cheek gently. I just nodded my head.

The car runs slowly before joining other vehicles on the road. While on my way to school, I feed Gara carefully, afraid that she will get her uniform dirty. Because of eating voraciously, looks very hungry until only some of the chews of this child have swallowed it.

"Here you go, Ma." For taking water from her bag and drinking a little, I forgot to shrink her mouth with a tissue. "Alhamdulillah" he said, wiping his full stomach. The stomach was slightly distended and her cheeks were more and more puffy than before I became her mother. Eating now is quite a lot, also never choose again, vegetables that I make or that Ma'am Sus cook always he eats well.

The car had reached school, suffocating so that I could not get out of the car.

"Pa, get Gara inside, yeah." My love. Arga got out of the car and opened the door for Gara to get down, the losing driver quickly opened the door, now standing to the left of the car. Arga does not depend on the driver, so he is not like the boss in general who waits for the door to be opened by his subordinates.

The two men are now walking into the school area.

Not for ten minutes, Arga returned to the car. Now he sits next to me.

"How are you getting pale? Still hungry? Sir, please bring me my supplies!" pinta Arga in the last sentence to his driver. The driver picked up Arga's provisions and handed them over.

"Eating, yeah. I'm a bribe," he said. I just shook my head. Not hungry anymore, the head is getting dizzy. I leaned against the back of the chair, feeling this self that was getting weaker.

"We're going to the hospital, huh?" ask Arga. Seen on his face worried.

"No need. Sir, later if there's chicken porridge on the way stop, yes. Want to" I said to the driver.

"Ready, Mom."

The car again walked out of the school. I can still see the streets well. The jam ahead there is clearly visible, as well as the sound of a horn that sounded crowded, until finally ....

It doesn't sound anything anymore.