Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission
249. A Piece of Story
"I'm tired, Yu," complained Arga in a weak voice, looking limp he was currently lying face to the ceiling of the room. Her innocent body she left without being covered in a blanket. I'm the same now, I'm still adjusting my breathing. It was an amazing game, after we played in the middle of the water, now playing back on land, in a comfortable place.
Honestly, mine hurts, it hurts. It felt so, whether it was mine that narrowed or hers that enlarged, proving if I was indeed satisfied with her treatment that it might be wanted again and again.
"I'm also tired, Pa," I said, glancing at him, no more words. I saw him closing his eyes.
The blanket that was under my feet raised on his body. Then I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself for the second time.
Tired, sick, painful, but honestly I'm happy. The red color in the neck and also the collarbone increased in two due to our game just now.
After the shower, I still saw Arga fall asleep. He looks so exhausted. The clock on the wall I saw, it looks like we were too much in the play, after we had entered the bathroom and played up and down just now, quite well if calculated in minutes. Ten minutes would be. 🙈
Hungry now dominates my stomach, I go out and look for food in the kitchen. Sari's mom is cooking out there.
"What cooking meat?" I was curious, the smell was very tempting. Oh, I'm a little upset if it's like this. Why do I like other people's food? Is that a good thing?
"It's cooking instant noodles, Mom." Point it at the food on the stove.
"Its fragrance, yeah." I tried to restrain myself, but I wanted the food.
"Mommy wants? Later let me make another one," he offered.
"Eh, if you may want, but I am forbidden to eat instant noodles," I said sadly. It feels like saliva has almost dripped even though it only smells.
"If not egg noodles? If I could make it?" tanyakanya.
"Maybe, would you like to make it for me?" my many.
"You want, Mom. Time won't. For a moment, I prepared first," he said then took other materials in the refrigerator and on top of the closet.
The noodles she cooked were now ripe and she moved them into a glass bowl.
"I can taste a little?" many shame. Can't stand the feeling of wanting that food.
Duh, grandpa. Why do we need to eat other people's food?
I rubbed my stomach, hopefully after birth there will be no more drama want food other people like this.
"By dong, Mom. But it's pedes loh." Sari got me a spoon. Indeed, the sauce that was there was quite red with the sauce and also chili pieces on it, imagined fresh taste if later entered into my mouth.
"Bak Sus doesn't exist, does he?" I asked while looking to the right and to the left, anticipating if there was an assistant that one would definitely babble at length.
"No, it was his visit to the supermarket to buy chicken," said Sari. I smiled happily, now began to scoop the sauce in the bowl. Delicious, very fresh.
"Mom, is this going to be spicy or not?" tanyakanya. Slices of shallots and garlic and tomatoes he put in a frying pan.
"May, but a little." The sauce in the bowl I picked up again, enjoyed it for the third time.
Tempted to take more soup for the fourth and fifth, but I felt sorry for Sari too, not feeling good about finishing her food.
"Still long? This just take it there, later I can spend it, again," I said as I pushed the bowl away from me. Sari gave a small laugh and took the bowl and she kept it near the stove.
"Not long, really. At most two more minutes, this has already begun to tender his noodles. Want more tomatoes not on it? Let's seger?" ask Sari again.
"Gak ah, not a lot of tomatoes, if there is a love of raw cabbage slices yes, or sprouts if there is, enter later if the noodles want to be lifted." My love.
"Ready!"
I waited while licking the spoon in hand. I can't wait to eat.
"It's done" he said, then took a different bowl from him and moved my noodles. The money is the same, I hope it doesn't disappoint either.
"thank you. Where do you want to eat?" I asked as he turned around and took his bowl.
"Eat in the back, Mom. Deket fish pond," he said.
"Follow, deh."
"Oh, briefly. Take the tray first." Sari took the tray from the dish rack and brought us both to the back, not forgetting the two glasses of water.
Fish ponds that have just become two weeks ago now have contents even though not too much, for Gara who often whine because they want fish in the aquarium at home mother. Therefore, Arga made a fish pond with a size that is not too broad, only one-by-three meters long, elongated because it uses the remaining land right near the laundry room.
We sat on the terrace enjoying the view of the fish swimming to and fro. Very cool to look because Arga also makes water coming out of its walls as decoration, plastic plants adorn in some corners of the wall.
"Enak also your cooking," I said to Sari.
"Hehe, thank you, Mom. Sari learned from Mbak Sus," he said.
"Yes, dong. I have to learn to cook. Someone wants to teach. Later if you are married, how to try if you can not cook?" ask her.
"Yes, Mom. Really true. Sari thought that too, anyway.
"Oh, yeah. You haven't been home for a long time, if it's not wrong as long as I'm here you've never been on leave?" ask her. He shook his head.
"Never, Mom. La wong who do I want to go to? Mom is gone, you don't know where, you work out of town. Yeah, where're you going?" he said with a little laugh on his lips. But I saw a big laugh there.
"Eh, sorry, I don't know" I said with a bad taste. I really don't know what happened to Sari. It's my fault that I didn't ask Sister Sus first.
"No pa-pa, no, ma'am. I have been sincere in my path. It's destiny anyway, how else?" he said, a spoonful of noodles he put in his mouth, chewing it slowly.
"I've been sincere, I've resigned. After all, if our lives continue to be regretted, mourned, and made dizzy when will we be happy? Yeah, anyway?" said again. I nodded in agreement with the thought of this early twenty-year-old girl.
"Yes, right. I have lived like that too. Sad, sick, it feels like it wants to cry continuously, but yes if mourned it will actually make a bad mood, make it unable to move forward," I told him.
The food in our bowl was all spent, with no leftovers. While chatting lightly, more about Sari's life that I don't know. I was amazed by her, abandoned by her mother at a young age, neglected by her father and living alone with her brother, and now the older sister has to work out of town while Sari is here.
"Why don't you go with brother?" manya curious.
"Sister works at home too, Mom. Where can I go, if only two people can. Need an assistant just one."
"Then communication? Smoothly?" ask again.
"Alhamdulillah, fluent. Call me often."
"Alhamdulillah."
Our conversation came to a halt as Gara called from inside the house. I was just as shouting to get him to this place. Not long because he looks while rubbing his eyes.
"Mama Abang is hungry" said Gara as he lay down and lay his head on my lap. I rubbed her hair slightly soaked in sweat.
"Just like Sari, yuk. What do you want to eat?" take Sari to Gara. He shook his head.
"Eat here" he said languidly. There's no spirit at all.
"Baso still exists?" tanyakanya.
"It's running out, anyway," Sari told Gara.
"What the hell," he added. Sari immediately went to the kitchen while carrying an empty bowl of mine and hers. Before long he came back and brought food for Gara.
Because of being fed, the child ate very greedily, even though he had eaten with meatballs quite a lot.
