Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

289. Arga's Desire

Ayu

The air this morning was very cold. I put the thick blanket back on the tired and clothesless body. I feel a little lazy to wake up. For three days here I just ate and slept. Because, Sari took care of it. Azka has a mother who takes care of her. I only breastfeed and sleep at night.

Ah, it's been great to be out of my fatigue all this time.

Uh, I'm confused. Though everyday also I was always helped by Sari and also Ma'am Sus at home. Not tired. Just tired. Hehe.

Arga went into the room, in his hand carrying a tray containing one glass of white milk.

"Awake? I just want to wake you up" he said with a smile. He approached and kept the tray on the nightstand. Do not forget to kiss on the forehead gently.

"Where's azka?" my question is sitting on the head of the bed. The blanket I hold to cover the chest that many red spots because of his actions.

"With mom, again sunbathing in the field, he said he wanted to while waiting for the porridgeman to pass by," he said. "Oh, milk to drink first." She gave me a glass of warm milk, special milk for my pregnancy this time.

"I haven't had a shower yet."

"Why indeed?"

"Not brushing your teeth, it's not good to drink it too" I said with embarrassment. After dawn we played a little bit tired and sweaty. Didn't expect to wake up at the hour that almost touched the number eight.

"Yes. Shower away. Want me to take a shower?" ask her with her eyebrows going up and down. I'm ashamed that he's spoken like that. However, my hand stretched out to approve his invitation. Basic me!

"Basic naughty!" she smiled and welcomed my hand. Don't ask again how we headed towards the bathroom, of course I also did not have to bother to walk there.

The milk was cold when Arga and I finished our bath. Our. Ah, my goodness. I am ashamed, but cannot resist the pleasures of this world. Tired for sure, but of course tired that makes the heart happy.

"I took my mom to the field, huh. I think it's not heard the voice of Gara," I said to Arga after finishing wearing clothes.

"The milk is drunk first. Spend," he said. Her hair was wet and had started to long she combed back.

"Yes. You want some porridge too? Or do I know?" I asked Arga.

"What is it, but want to buy fried foods as well yes, do not forget the cabenya. If there is a cashew of peanut butter," he asked. Since the beginning came and the mother brought the siren with peanut seasoning, Arga became addicted to eating cireng.

"okay." The milk that Arga had brought earlier I drank quickly, one glass depleted all in one breath. After that I left Arga who was taking a laptop from his bag.

The streets of the village are quite crowded, most of the motorbikes that pass by here, occasionally a traveling vegetable seller is seen passing by and stops at a house.

"Wash, buy some vegetables?" asked a mother who knew me, but I did not know her, only knew she was our neighbor. He picked the green vegetables that were there.

"No, Ma. Want nyusulin mom in the field. Let's." Let's." I excuse him with my head down, answered with the same treatment.

The field is not too far away, mother has been seen there along with Azka and also Gara and Sari, there is also an aunt with Widi was sitting on a bench provided by the porridge seller. They were seen chatting with excitement while the children were enjoying crackers in the bowl.

"Mom" call me. All turned their heads and Azka laughed and jumped on my lap, her hands outstretched to me.

"Eh, would you like some breakfast porridge too?" ask mother.

"No, I want to know." I went for a while to the place where the tofu sellers typical of Tasikmalaya who was beside Mang Bubur, that's how here they called him. The seller of tofu is called Mang Kupat, the seller of porridge is called Mang Porridge. Funny and amused to hear it. Because, in the area we are not called that, still called by the name of the seller.

"Want to too?" ask my mother, also do not forget to offer to others. They refused because I had breakfast when I had not arrived. Be I just order for me and also Arga.

I joined my mother and the others, sitting on a wooden bench that happened to be empty, hearing the mother's conversation with Bi Sari which was exciting, occasionally Mbak Sari chimed in on their conversation. They should be at home here!

"Azka's eating, Yu. Lots of porridge." Mother reported. I'm calm if Azka wants to eat a lot. Strange, if it's with me he's so hard to eat.

"Wah, great son Mama. Eat a lot, huh?" Azka laughed and smacked my cheek slowly as I asked her to speak.

"Abang's also finished the bowl, Ma!" exclamation because they do not want to lose next to Mbak Sari.

"Yes, great all the Mama's kids. That, dong. Eat it not hard."

We were not there long, finished my order made me and all my family back to the villa. Bibi went home first to deliver breakfast to the rice fields, after that will follow to the villa to make rice liwet and we will have lunch later in the rice fields.

Arga was still struggling with her work when I returned, even though we were on vacation, but she still had to fulfill her responsibilities in the office.

I prepared food for him in the kitchen and took him for breakfast.

Arga was too serious about her work so she was a little surprised as I approached.

"Let's have breakfast, seriously so surprised anyway?" I'm laughing a little. Arga also laughed and got closer, pulling Azka's hand for her to kiss, her soft cheeks also did not escape the target.

"Yes, here. Again look at the reports. Where's my order? Any?" tanyakanya.

"There was. Below. Yuk eat. I'm really hungry" I said. Arga laughed again.

"Haha, get hungry. How do you want to not be hungry?" ask her with a silly tone.

His shoulder was hard I hit. "Basically you, yes. You are too. If you're calm, I won't be all that, either" I said, not accepting with his words just now. Arga laughed loudly.

Azka now Arga took it and we headed towards the kitchen. The food I had bought, we enjoyed it slowly in the kitchen. It feels different from what we often buy in our hometown. It tastes typical with peanut butter, but I don't know, it's different on the tongue. It's better this one.

"Will we eat in the fields?" ask Arga. I nodded without answering, chewing the food inside my mouth thoroughly. Azka who was in Arga's lap reached for his hand, about to reach for Arga's plate. Immediately kept away the plate for fear Azka will be exposed to sambal. One Arga cracker gave to our second son. Azka was silent and enjoyed the meal.

"Oh, yeah. There are rice fields that want to be sold, right? I'll buy it if there is one" asked Arga.

"Don't know, if about it later ask the same mamang," I said.

"Why buy rice fields? Who will hold it?" ask her.

"If you want, I hand it over to him. The outcome is up to how. I want to buy assets that can be used as savings in the future. Not just factories and money savings. But, want to buy a lot of land if we can for the future of our children later," he added.

"The factory is bankrupt. Money can be lost, but if the land will exist as long as we have the certificate," he said.