Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

268. Valuable Lessons

I am happy with his presence here. Although he used to do evil to me, but I've forgotten him. Especially when I heard the story about his life now from the young man I met in the hospital, his life was very sorry. He has got karma from his previous actions. Now why should I have a grudge against him? Enough for me with what he's been getting all this time.

Today is my son's aqiqah. She fell asleep after I gave her some milk. My breast milk is smooth, no problem like when I was first going to give it to my son. Maybe it was a matter of time, when it was still stuck. However, now it is very abundant so often my clothes are wet because of the water that continues to come out.

The show went well, though marawis was being played, but my son was sound asleep, as if he was enjoying the sholawat they were performing. After the event was over everyone ate together, we purposely ordered food for the people we invited here. Likewise, when they came home, we brought snacks with envelopes in them. It does not contain much, but if it can make the children of the orphanage happy.

Mas Hilman also said goodbye, a little lost the joy of Vita. Although from earlier he could only scream and call his father, but the boy could make Gara smile and also laugh. Looks like Gara and Vita can be good friends.

"Are we really all in the wind?" I asked him with worry, it's already afternoon I was afraid if Vita became sick from being exposed to the wind.

"It's okay, I brought another jacket with Vita on the bike" he said.

"I'm saying goodbye, yeah. Thank you for inviting me. I pray that your family is healthy and happy always" he said, lifting Vita into his arms.

"Thank you, may the same and good prayer come back to you."

"I want to say goodbye to mom, but I think you want to?" askinya.

"Mom may look angry, but I'm sure you don't have a grudge. Even if you're still angry it's just for a moment. Sana say goodbye to mother," said I gave the order to him.

He smiled, I understood what his smile meant. It seems he was scared.

"Pamit alone is okay, Mother will not scream here, either" I said while giving a smile to him. She finally nodded and said goodbye to Arga before meeting her mother.

I saw from where I was standing, he spoke to mother politely. Even though she now threw away her face, I saw from the glances of her eyes the focus of mother to Vita. I smiled when my mother finally spoke to him. Mom, if you're still angry you don't want to talk at all. More silent and also evasive, but this time Mother spoke though briefly to Mas Hilman. The man then went home after diving into all the remaining people here.

"Why was he invited here anyway? That's Mama's ex, right?" ask Aunt's daughter-in-law just got closer to me.

"Yes he is my ex. But I don't want to have a grudge against him, instead I want to be friendly with him," I said.

"If I were to be Ma'am Ayu, I would not want to deal with my ex-husband anymore" he said again. I just smiled thinly. Obviously we are different, I can't be like him. The woman with two children now went over to aunt after hearing my answer earlier.

Mom is coming closer now, I guess if Mom will also ask like she was. And sure enough with what I was expecting, Mom did ask that.

"Why the hell, Mom? Ayu was the one who wanted to establish a friendship with him. After all he has changed a lot, too" said to mother.

"Where do you know he's changed? Don't you remember what he did until you got wretched like that?" ask mother.

"I didn't forget, remember. But the old grudge was not good either, after all he had also learned a lesson from what he did first. Trust me, Mom, she's changed" I asked my mom. Mother only sighed with a slight voice, a sign that she was upset with me, but couldn't do anything about it.

"Yes, Mom. He has changed. After all if he still wants to do evil I can monitor him every day, because now he works at my company," said Arga who made me look at him.

"Eh he works in a factory?" ask mom in a slightly incredulous tone.

"Yes he's working with me. I gave a job, as well as monitoring his movements, so he had no chance to do nothing to Ayu" he said. Mother nodded her head in understanding and raised her thumb.

It turns out that behind her kindness there is a veiled intention. However, I am happy because I myself did not expect that the purpose of lifting Mas Hilman to be a supervisor in his factory was all to observe him.

Mother now breezed away to gather with the others, while I and the price chose to rest in the room, meeting our son who was still soundly asleep.

"So that's your goal, Pa?" A lot of our efforts are already sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Eh, what?" He asked as if he did not understand what I meant. But I'm sure he's just pretending.

"Your goal is to get him to work in a factory." 

"Oh. That's .. hehe." She felt let's want to while scratching the back of her head which I'm sure didn't itch at all.

"My intention was actually to give him a job, I was in need of a supervisor for the warehouse, but in hindsight it turned out that I could also monitor his movements. Than all this time I've been thinking about worrying about you. So yes, I just invited him to join," he said with a small laugh.

I shook my head. I didn't know if he had such thoughts. Good as well, so he won't continue to suspect me, or worry.

It's getting late, I'm staying here tonight. After all day, of course, this mother is a very good thing because she can be close to her two grandchildren. As usual if there is a mother Gara always ask to sleep together. He said that if with his mother he could listen to other stories than those that were told. More to the story about puppets and also the kingdom. I'm also calm if there's a mother who means that the child won't sleep here.

Since her sister was born, Gara often you ask to sleep one room with us. She always wanted to be close to her sister, and I asked her to talk to Gara, so she would sleep in her room again. It was nothing, but Gara often woke up because her sister was crying in the middle of the night.

I was continuing my story, typing using HP. I haven't told a story in a long time. From the last time I finished when I was pregnant. At that time I thought about finishing all my stories because there was fear, what if I did not survive and my story just hangs? Wouldn't you feel sorry for the readers who follow you?

Now my spirit is excited again to continue writing, create a new title. This I did in my spare time, while waiting for my son to fall asleep in his place. Still a matter of days like this my son sleeps all day, sometimes making me tired of waiting for him to wake up to feed him. So that's why to fill my spare time I re-write the story.

"You try somewhere else" I said. Doesn't stop hand movement is making a synopsis.

"Where are you going to be thrown?" ask him curious.

"It seems I want to try out the pony," I said. His forehead was wrinkled to hear my words just now.

"What's a pony horse?" 

"Place to write too."

"Easy getting in there?" He asked again while continuing to pay attention to what I wrote on HP.

"Not sure, but I've been wanting to go there for a long time. Now try it, pray for me yes" I asked with a smile on her face.

"Of course I always pray for you. I wish you a great writer, a successful writer. Let you be known by many. One of my questions, you don't be arrogant, you also don't forget who you were before, we are nobody without anyone supporting us, you have a good reader," he said while pinching my nose. I interrupted smiling back at him. 

"Of course I won't forget who I am, I realize I'm nobody without my readers."

A big hand rubbed my head, making my hair a little messy. "What title?" ask him again.

"There is! When I start publishing, you look for it there. The name of the questioner is the same. It's different from the one in this blue place" said with a smile. (Sorry while participating in the promo. Can who about know the pony, stop by there huh. Still the same pen name, peace️)

"What did that tell you about?" He asked again.

"Would you like to read? The synopsis is good, isn't it?" ask him.

"Where, I was curious" he said again.

I immediately searched my file, containing the story blurb. Arga began to read it with a voice.

"Blurbs:

Clara Grim, angry at her lover for being betrayed. Drunkenness becomes a way to get rid of his annoyance and sadness. He did not expect, that night he even challenged a man who he thought was a man of lust.

Yvander Carson is still trying to find the woman who paid him for the hot night six years ago. His pride felt stepped on when he saw the writing and money that the woman left behind. The search he had done did not find the woman until finally at some point he found the woman who had insulted him at a meeting.

Yvan was fixated on the figure of the little boy who was with the woman. And he believes that the boy is his."

His forehead now looks shriveled back. Makes me confused.

"Hows it? Is it good yet?" ask her.

"Is this a story about One Night Stand?" I nodded my head.

"Why should One Night Stand?" ask him curiously.

I shrugged my shoulders high, not knowing why I thought I wanted to make such a story. I just want to, just get stung.

"I don't know, it's like it's exciting" I said.

"Note with the contents inside. I don't want to yes if there is vulgar there, although maybe the story is good and makes others come back, but raising vulgar themes can make you called a writer of porn stories," he said pointing at my nose. His eyes were staring hard and his voice sounded cold.

"Yes I understand, I don't like to make vulgar ones either. Only in our story is the actor swelled vulgarly. There is most just a bucin doang, also with a conflict that will be exciting. I also made her cold son. I guess it's not going to work?" ask him.

Arga took me into a hug. "What exactly are you looking for? Money you do not need to think about it anymore, there I will give you a lot of money. Better just make a good and interesting story, if you only target want a lot of income, fear it does not match your expectations. Why do you make something like you are selling something. Sometimes many buy, but sometimes no one buys. All you can do is make it as good as possible, as interesting as possible, so that many people glance. After people glance, maybe tasting, they will know how the quality of the goods you sell. Same with the writing you make. So don't think about income first, make a good story and can make them satisfied to come back and come back again looking for what you give them" said Arga. The words that were spoken at length were deeply in my heart. I used to write to earn money, and now. However, his words just made me understand that customer satisfaction is the main thing. If we get results then that is the bonus.

I took Arga's cheek and put my lip on her cheek. "Thank you for the enlightenment. I will no longer expect income from writing, but I have high hopes for you. Give me a lot of money!" I said while raising my hand to him.

Arga laughed, took my head and kissed the top of my hair.

"You don't have to ask I'll give you either. Don't I always leave my cards at home? You are free to wear. Whatever you spend I won't be a problem. Because the sustenance of the husband is in the waste of his wife. I will be more excited to work if you also spend my money," he said with a small laugh on his lips.

I laugh the same. Why does he have to talk like that? Basic Arga. Just-there!

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Yuk who has a pony please stop by. Same pen name, yes.😘