Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

257. Arga Plan

Arga came and approached me. She looked very worried.quickly crouched on the floor and fluttered a long skirt.

"Your legs are swollen again. Do you want to get checked out?" asked Arga worriedly. I shook my head. Today's activity is quite tired for me, after all the doctor also did not say this as a dangerous thing.

"No need, I still have medicine at home. Go home yuk, I'm tired," I told him. Arga stood up and shook his head, he took my hand and we walked slowly out of the hospital. Because he was waiting in front of the car, he looked bored on his face.

"Mama, papa, you're hungry!" he said a little whining.

Oh my goodness, I forgot. It's been over seven o'clock in the evening, of course dinner time's gone.

"Sorry Mama, Brother. Because you came here so you haven't eaten yet?" I stroked his head. He pursed his lips while folding both hands in front of his chest.

"Well, where will we eat after this? Want to go home or eat out?" ask Arga.

For raising his head still with pouting lips. "Eat outside!" he said without a smile.

"Okay, Mama's going to whichever way you want to eat. The important thing is to eat us home, yes, Mama is tired," I told him. This time she changed her face to smile. He opened the door and got into the car.

"Are you really okay?" ask Arga to worry.

"No, eating is sitting, not walking."

"Well, I'll help you massage your legs." I nodded giving a smile and also stroked her cheeks. Say thank you even though he hasn't done it at all. Her attention is too good, it always makes me a very lucky woman.

I got in the car, Arga was the same, walking around the wheel. We left there after that.

After dinner we went home. Ma'am Sus and Mbak Sari helped bring down the things in the car, while Arga swept me into the room. It was seen by Gara and made the boy ask, "Mama why? Is Mama sick?"

"It's okay, Mama's feet are just tired, later if it has been sorted a little better, too," I replied.

"Don't forget to clean up first before studying and sleeping. Tonight I learned with Sari, huh? It's okay, right?" ask him. He nodded while answering it was okay.

Arga and I continued on to the room. Luckily our room was downstairs so I didn't have to go up and down the stairs. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I flicked my skirt, looking at my feet that were now getting swollen. Arga took the eucalyptus in the drawer and he put my feet up on the mattress and began to massage it carefully. I leaned against the head of the bed with a pillow kept under my back, enjoying a gentle massage from my husband's hand there.

"Have it done yet?" asked Arga, don't stop the massage on my legs.

"Massage your own husband is good, who will not feel good?"

All of a sudden he looked at me and glanced mischievously. "If it's another massage?" He asked me something that sucks in my opinion. Didn't you know that a language like this makes me want to? Ah, he sucks!

Arga chuckled, he did not stop the pace of his hands on my feet. Very comfortable, feet that had been achy now a little more comfortable.

"Already, Pa. His feet are good." I asked him to stop.

"Truly already?"

"Yes, it's good. You must also be tired from not resting."

"No problem, I'm tired but I don't carry a load on my stomach. Just bring fat." He joked while laughing. I laugh the same because of it. Our stomachs were both bloated the difference between my stomach containing a baby and her stomach containing fat.

"Ma, I want to talk about whether you agree?"

"Speak what?"

"I want to hire Hilman at the factory, what do you think?" ask Arga to me.

"Eh, you really want to do that?" I don't believe it until I establish myself.

"I'm still thinking about it, I haven't talked to him yet."

"Is it because it has something to do with the money you're going to pay tomorrow?" my many.

"Nothing, for the matter of money that I sincerely took it out. I just pity that he keeps working like that. How much did he earn from the parking lot at the mall?"

"Well, if I'm up to you, you're the boss why are you asking me?"

"Yes I just asked if he would want to or not if I offered? You are ... ever the same him," he said slowly at the end of the sentence.

"If for that matter I don't understand he wants to or not, but it never hurts to offer him the same job. The problem he wants or not is the most important thing you have offered and want to do good to him," I said.

I also do not understand whether Mas Hilman would accept this job? Considering Arga is my husband now, but if it's true that Arga wants to recruit Mas Hilman into his company I hope they both get along.

"Once tomorrow I'll see him again, I'll try to offer him."

"Is there an empty position?"

"There but not in the office the problem. The warehouse supervisor, yesterday had just resigned so no one was watching. He's not willing to accept that part?" tanya Arga now looked in the other direction like a laugh.

"Just try it first, even if he really needs the job, we can also be rewarded for helping others."

Arga smiled and rubbed my head.

"What's the supervisor of the warehouse? I don't know yet, hehe."

"There are, however, if I think the name is good as well as the supervisor. But yes, the responsibility of the supervisor is also large so the payment I will give him is equivalent to the responsibility he will assume," he explained.

"If that's the case I know too. I just want to know what the nominal is," I replied back. Though what's wrong if he mentions the nominal payment of the warehouse supervisor, let me not be curious.

"Why don't you just ask me for my salary?" He smiled as he pinched my nose.

"How much?"

"Small, very little. More of my love for you" he said with a chuckle. I'm getting sick of hearing it so seriously he's just raiding it like that.

"Ih, papa nyebelin! I heard it really. The answer is like that!"

"Haha, so don't be too serious. Too seriously it's not rame!" abugn. He could have said that when he was in the hospital, he was a very serious person there, making the atmosphere stiff.

Arga approached me and slept on my lap, his face facing my distended stomach. Several times he kissed this stomach so that the movement in there was quite painful. As if intentionally wanting to make a lot of movement, Arga just kept petting and kissing her.

"Are we boys or girls?" He looked at me, but his hands were still gently stroking this stomach.

"Don't know, didn't you ask the doctor to tell you. Yesterday who wanted that?" my many. Arga's lips now pursed, back to its original position stroked and kissed this stomach again, making movements in there more often and felt making linu.

"I was going to want a surprise, but why be curious too?"

"Patience, next month is out too." I rubbed her hair always gently never looking dull.

"For a long time, I can't wait to get a hold of him" he said.

"I'm also impatient."

"Ma, can you still?"

"Can what?"

"That's ...."

"Main fighting?" I asked him to guess, he nodded his head.

"If the doctor says it's okay, but it shouldn't be too hard slowly." I am getting suspicious of the question.

"Yuk. Ngor, yuk." Take him and sit next to me. I laughed, it was funny that if he said that, nothing romantic happened between us. Why should we call it a fight too?

It was a huge treat for my husband!