Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

244. Arga The Protector

"What did you see?" asked Arga when he got into the car and saw me still staring in the direction that was.

"Eh, no. It's okay" I replied quickly.

"Oh, are we eating out or just going home, right?" ask Arga again when the car just came out of the mall.

"Ask me a brother."

"Go home. Poor Mama seems tired," said Gara quickly.

"Is this really coming home? Don't eat at the restaurant?" ask Arga again.

"Let's not. Uh, Mom, do you want to eat out?" ask Gara now to me.

"Mama's up to you guys, anyway. Nurut," I said.

"Then, Pa. Eating out, right?" Please give to his father.

"OK then. Eating in a normal place?" ask again.

"okay!" exclaiming Gara with half a shout made the ear bearer so Arga reprimanded him to no longer scream.

We ate at a restaurant not too far from home.

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I still think about the man, obviously I can't be wrong in recognizing people. Anyway, it was still bright. The sun has not been replaced by the moon. I also stood only about fifteen meters away from him, where it was possible to misunderstand the person who had been living with me for seven years.

"What's wrong? How daydreaming?" asked Arga after coming out of the bathroom. The little towel she put on her wet hair.

"It's okay, really."

"Why dream? I called you not to" he said.

"Eh, did you call me? Sorry," I said confusedly. Is it true that I daydreamed until I didn't hear him?

I'm confused, should I talk about this with him? I was curious, but ... Arga's angry isn't he?

"Tuh, right. Daydreaming again" he said poking me in the cheek.

I smiled stiffly. It feels bad to want to convey it.

"Why? Be honest with me rather than me thinking no-no" he said again.

I looked down, avoiding the look in his eyes. The clothes with the thin material laugh I play with my fingers.

"Anu .. Last time at the mall I saw Hilman there. But I don't know if it was him or not" I said at last. Arga fell silent, then shortly smiled and gently stroked my head.

"That's really him. He's out of prison" Arga said.

"Huh? Really? When?" Suddenly I was enthusiastic, glad to hear my ex was out of such a terrible place. Conscious of my husband's gaze, I now bow my head again. I was wrong, why should I express myself like that. I'm just happy. It means nothing.

"It's been a long time, really. There's three more months. Not long after we got married, the police who handled Hilman's case called me and told me that his family had already redeemed him" he explained. I nodded in understanding, that's why he's out of prison. Arga used to say that Hilman would be jailed for more than five years for trying to kidnap and harass me.

"Alhamdulillah if he is free."

"So you saw him as a parking attendant?" I nodded answering his question.

"People who have had a black record will indeed find it difficult to get back to clean his name. Let him know the consequences of what he did to you, that bad thing I won't forgive if he does it again. In fact, if he dares to do another bad and try to do you a favor, I do not hesitate to give the name of the deceased in front of his name," he said seriously. I was afraid to hear him say that. The gentle gaze now turned into deep hatred.

I hugged him, leaning my head against his chest that was plane. Remember what Arga did to me, defended me until he got hurt.

"I will take care of myself from him" I said. One soft kiss landed on the head.

"Must, because I don't want you to get hurt. Especially now that there's my son you're carrying."

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Get ready with Pov Hilman yes, next chapter. 😘