Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

233. Want Something

"Mama!" gara shouted loudly while running into the room, shortly after Arga kept the tray on the nightstand. "Meet! Found's picture!" yelled the boy again cheerfully while jumping on the floor. Creating a noise due to his shoes and his screams.

"Meet!" he shouted again, in his hand was a picture book, I saw at a glance that picture we made yesterday.

"What did I meet?" I pretend I don't know.

"Don't jump, pity Mama." Arga pulled Gara's hand to be quiet and calm.

"The picture book you met in Grandma's room!" again, his face was happy and happy.

"Well, how'd it go in Grandma's room?" Arga asked in confusion.

Because a little speechless, it looks like he is trying to remember, then the boy grimaces. "Hehe, just remember. Yesterday evening I went to my grandmother's room to see this, "he said without guilt.

Arga shook his head and looked at the picture that Gara was holding.

"good too. Who's making it?"

"Daddy, dong. Mama's help." Gara's smile expanded, as if she could no longer remember how it was this morning when she cried in her room.

"Next time don't fall asleep. If you have stored it again in its place, or want to sleep check again what is not in the bag, so it will not cry like this morning," Arga recalled. Because she just smiled, looking a little red on her puffed cheeks.

"Yes, Papa. I understand," he said.

Because of looking at me who was lying on the mattress, his forehead looked shriveled. "Mama why? Mama's sick?" ask Gara to me. He approached and placed the back of his hand on my forehead. Feel the warm touch of the child.

"No, just lemes again. Need a break" I replied. Don't want to worry Gara.

"Surely because Mama's just picked up the school brother, huh? So Mama's tired?" ask her in a slow tone. I shook my head. Gara's face looked sad this time.

"Not really, Mama is okay, really. Just like Mama mostly open the car window so a little dizzy. Lots of wind," my lie.

"Mama don't get sick, dong. If Mama's sick who took care of my brother? Who learned who? Pity also the baby's grandpa," she said as she continued to move her hand on my forehead. I smiled and pulled his head, kissing Gara's left and right cheeks.

"Yes, it's healing. I got a massage from my brother. Heal this too. Change clothes first, gih. Keep eating lunch. Go to bed, rest." Nodding her head, she stood up and ran out of the room without closing the door.

"Thank you, Yu, yes" Arga said as Gara was just coming out.

"Eh, thanks for what?" many confused.

"For all that you have given to us, for Gara," Arga said.

"Don't be like that. It's my job to do what's best for you. It is precisely I who should thank you and Gara. You've become the most beautiful thing I've ever had in my life." Without feeling it, these tears flowed. Happy to have these two men so attentive to me. If you really want to be compared, not to compare with the past. Everything that happens in the present is much better than in the past.

Arga shifted her seat beside me, she approached and kissed my forehead gently, one hand stroking the stomach.

"He's moving" whispered Arga with a happy smile. I just nodded, smiling like him.

Arga's hand now went into my clothes, stroking directly my stomach with the delicate skin of his palm. I felt strange and pleasant, as if a stun that aroused hasr*t.

Arga was silent, trying to feel and find motion back inside there. "Move again, Yu." The smile was perfect. It looks so happy Arga's face. I quietly held myself back. Somehow Arga's touch there made me want to.

"Pa," call me. Arga turned his head, I threw my gaze in the other direction. Embarrassed.

"Anu .. that ...."

"What's wrong?" ask Arga.

Duh, I'm confused. Should I ask first?