Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

291. Like the Past

Arga woke me up who accidentally fell asleep earlier. It feels like these eyes are a little heavy to open, not willing to lose the sense of comfort due to a calm atmosphere like this. She laughed when I just opened my eyes.

"His son is here? Until that sleep," he said with a small laugh.

I was embarrassed, nodding while answering. "Yes, Mang. Ayu is very sleepy, the atmosphere is good here," I said.

"Yes already, Mamang want to continue to take care. Later many birds that alight, depleted rice Mamang will not be able to harvest," he said while descending from the saung.

Because Widi and Gara were nowhere to be seen, I spread my gaze in the other direction to look for them.

"The children have come home" said Arga while cleaning the food container that we had brought. Some of the containers were taken by my aunt, the rest that were not carried away were left for us to take home.

"Eh, what's the long sleep?" many shame.

Arga laughed a little. "Yes, that's fine, half an hour more."

Duh, shame on it. What if you see my sleep is not beautiful? What if my mouth opens without me noticing? Yes, although I would refuse to sleep with my mouth open, but could it happen?

"Would you go home or sleep here?" ask Arga. All the finished stuff is put in a big crackle.

"Go home. How am I going to go home? Same who?" I asked while looking for a rubber band that I remember was around us.

"Search what?" asked Arga when he saw me circulating a glance at where we were sitting.

"Rubber," I replied. He re-examined the white crackle bag and took out a red rubber band.

"Make what?" ask again.

I laughed, grinning without shame again. "Make this." I put the rubber band into the buttonhole of the pants, one side for the hook of the button. It makes a little loose and does not make stomach tightness.

"Astaghfirullah, a new trend? Should I also make it in the factory?" candelessly.

I looked at him and laughed. "Haha, not funny!" my spoken.

Arga laughed and stroked my head that was covered in a headscarf. He would never be angry if I answered him so grimly.

We're getting off the saung. Not bad these pants become loose, I also do not need to be afraid of being seen by others, because the clothes I wear are up to half a thigh.

"Let's go home. Mang!" yelled Arga while waving his hands towards the distance. Mamang on the other side of the rice field waved back. "We're home, yeah!"

"Yes!" reply shouted the man who was under five years of age from the father.

We carefully walked down the rice field and finally reached the village road, continuing to walk to the villa.

"People here are all friendly" Arga said as we continued our journey.

"Yes, I'm happy here. Peace feels," I said.

"One day when we get old, stay here, yuk. Urus paddy field kayak mamang, you bring rice liwet for my lunch," said Arga made me laugh to hear it.

"So you want to be a farmer?" I just can't believe it.

"He-em, seriously," he replied. I laughed again as I imagined Arga in a peasant-style national uniform as a gift from buying plant medicine, many of the same people wearing such clothes to the rice fields.

"Kok laugh?" ask him in wonder.

"Funny aja. You work in front of a laptop and computer, hold a report every day want to be a farmer? Waaw, yam!" I said a little mocking him. Not ridiculing, but rather not believing he had that thought.

"Why indeed? You think I can't be like that?"

"No, everyone can learn if they want to learn. But, are you sure you want to jump into the rice field? There was a lot of mud, a lot of small animals. You don't know if you're going to throw a fist and a leg?" my many.

"Who said? Never before, school time. Recreation to the rice fields as well. Anyway, Ma. I'm bored also if the work continues to be like this. It feels like the big children want to be able to hold the factory and I can enjoy our old age here," he hoped.

"Ish, you're this. They are young, it still takes how long until they grow up. Azka is not yet one year. The one in my stomach is not out yet!" I said while pointing at a slightly distended stomach.

Arga laughed again. "Yes, yeah. Now if you think about the future, you want to spend a big child, so you can be independent and successful. But he said, if the child was big, even kangen want them to come back small again," he still laughed.

I agree with that, 'cause I just love seeing it back then. Not that I don't like it now, but little Gara is adorable. Especially when he was sulking and considered himself to be naughty if his wishes were not obeyed.

"Why are you laughing by yourself?" he asked, I woke up and stopped my laughter.

"I wanted to go first. It's not hard now it's big, miss the old Gara," I replied.

"If I?" point it at himself.

"Why you?" many confused. There seems to be nothing wrong with him, so why?

"Aren't you the same as me?" ask him with a frown.

I laughed, realizing that he wanted to be noticed too.

"Ih, you are. Fuck up!" My burly arm pinched hard enough until he complained. No matter who was still on the streets and some people passed by near us. He and I are like ABG kids coming home from a date.