Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

290. Arga Plan

I stopped my chewing. I don't think Arga's thinking is so good.

"Yes. Right, Pa. But, are you sure you want to buy land or rice fields here?"

Arga looked at me confusedly. "Yes, why? Can't you?"

"Eh, it's not okay, but this is more of my brother here. You know I have other thoughts" I said fearfully. Afraid of course. The purchased land near the father's family, fearing that in the future there will be debate and misunderstanding if there is someone who does not like us. It can be difficult when we need it.

"Don't have such bad thoughts. Think positive, Yu. Do not burden yourself with thoughts that are not sure to happen," he said.

I had to nod. It's true, we have to be positive, even though in my heart I'm very scared like most stories I hear from others.

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During the day, me and everyone at home went to the rice fields to enjoy the dishes that aunt made for lunch this time. Simple, just rice liwet with anchovies on it, tempeh and fried tofu, fried fish, raw lalapan, sauteed kale, and also sambal. For Gara and Widi, I made fried chicken.

The hot sun was hot on the skin. The wind is rotating between the heat of the air this afternoon, a little cold. The yellowing rice plants swayed to and fro, bowing because they were too heavy to bear the burden.

We enjoyed lunch this time very well. The first experience for Arga and also Gara eat in a saung in the middle of the rice field that will almost harvest. Lucky auntie cooks a lot of rice. We ate so much that I couldn't stand the tightness anymore and had to take off my pants, leaving my stomach distended as the food was free for a moment before we were going back to the villa.

"Look for the food" said Arga, putting the food in his mouth. Rice in the middle of the banana leaves he shifted in front of him, lalapan and fried fish he enjoyed with sambal. Not caring about his lips that are already red and sigh*h pungency.

"If every day this meal continues to be delicious, Bi. In the rice field, the atmosphere is cool, while enjoying the mountain scenery," he said while chewing and eating raw round eggplant. The others are done with the food, as well as the mamang. Only Arga was still busy spending the rice.

"Enak, but watch the more advanced his stomach," said I who blew another laugh.

"Hus, you are this. My husband is not polite!" Mother gave warning. I smiled chuckling.

"Look, Mom. The facts. Tuh, stomach and want to race with Ayu," I said to mother.

Arga didn't stop eating, didn't care about what I said. He shook his head to the right and to the left. "Enak, Ma. Rarely eat delicious while looking at the natural scenery. Anyway if my stomach is going forward are you not in love anymore?" she asked, she did not glance at me at all, only focused on the fish she was pinching her flesh.

"Yes, that's not it. But, later ready to go home from here buy a lot of new pants," I said with a laugh.

One big mouthful he put in his mouth. I was a little incredulous about the portion of this lunch, but this morning I had eaten tofu and also spent seven fried fruit at nine in the morning.

"No pa-pa, the happiness of the husband is visible on his stomach," he replied as he patted his now enlarged stomach.

Gara and Widi go to the rice field, pulling a rope connected to another rope in the middle of the rice field. Make a noise to drive away birds that alight and eat rice. The little birds fly to the sky. The cheers of the two children came from a distance.

Arga had finished with his meal, leaning against the wall of the saung made of bamboo. It was seen that he was breathing a little quickly, around his mouth red, as if he was holding a spicy flavor. There were only three of us in the saung. Aunty and mom just returned to the villa because Azka was sleeping.

"Mang, I have a desire to buy rice fields here. Does Mamang know anyone wants to sell their rice fields?" ask Arga.

Mamang thrust a cigarette that had been glimpsed directly at Arga, Arga raised his hand to reject the object. One cigarette clasped and then lit the fire.

"Ah, Mamang nahan did not smoke from earlier," said mamang with a small laugh. The habit of smoking mamang is enough to make his wife become upset. A minimum of one pack a day, he said.

"There are kids, Mang?" asked Arga who was also laughing a little. Mamang nodded as he smeared cigarette smoke in his mouth.

"Mamang should also not smoke, Ayu is pregnant, Mang," my protest.

Mamang laughed again, scratching the back of his head. However, it does not stop the puffing of his mouth on the cigarette there.

"One day, Yu. It's good if you've eaten no ngudud," he said.

"Want to buy rice fields here?" ask my husband now.

"Yes, Mang. If there is, I want to buy. Make the kids later," he said. Mamang nodded in understanding, the old man who thinks like a mamang would not reject this desire.

"Later if Mamang want, Mamang take care of. Or, if Mamang is heavy, just find someone to take care of it. About the results I don't think about, itung-itung rice field so the savings of the future later" explained Arga. Mama nodded again.

"If Mamang really no problem take care of the rice fields a lot. When Kang Haji was still there, his rice fields were also Mamang who took care of him. Twice this land. After Kang Haji died, his rice field was sold to his son. Mama's okay, anyway."

"Well, this sip. Gatot glass, still strong hard work," said Arga while patting the arm of a muscular mamang without a gym.

"There are, who want to sell rice fields, but the road to it is a bit difficult. Down to the bottom, also access the road far from the big road. In terms of price, it is cheaper, anyway. Just yes, it is still not sold because of the flow of water and access far from the road. It is a bit difficult if you carry the harvest," said mamang.

"Don't, just look for it if it can be easily reached. About the price of Mamang nego, as much as possible and as appropriate. Later easily, there is a part for Mamang," said Arga again.

"OK to sip. Later if there is news. Hopefully it can be on the side of the road, although the price is a bit high, but if one day in the wake of the house is good," continued mamang.

I just hear them talking while enjoying my time. As a result of the calm atmosphere, with the whistling wind, and a full stomach, I am now being spoiled by drowsiness. My eyes feel heavy.