Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

301. The Difficult Journey

This trip was exhausting. Honestly, I'm a little not strong because of the drunkenness that whack. This stomach feels turbulent and can not hold it at all.

Arga looks worried and can not bear, but how else, this is half the journey. Moving forward or backward is not easy.

"So how's this?" ask Arga to me. It looks like his face is very worried. I saw from the mirror I was carrying, this face was deathly pale. Food cannot come in to replace what has already come out.

"Continue going home, after all how many hours are left, too" I told him.

"Mother is confused, if mother is here because you want to not yes in the car there same Mba Sari?" ask the confused mother.

I looked at Gara who was now playing Azka, the two children laughed at the same time, sounding very exciting.

"It's okay, Mom. Mother is the same because, pity him if only the same Mba Sari doang," I asked.

"Keep you?"

"Tell me not pa-pa, later if you can't take a break, stop."

I resigned, how else, if it turns out to have to make others bother because of this situation.

"Sorry, yes, Pa. So make it hard on the road," I said unkindly.

"What did you say, anyway? I don't want you to be like this either. Are pregnant people a little different, how?" she asked, she smiled making me feel shady to hear and see her smile.

"I don't have a problem, anyway. Wanna nyampe the city tomorrow as long as you're comfortable. Do we want to find an inn first for a break?" bargained for.

I saw the clock in my hand, only three hours away, but I couldn't stand it.

"Ah, no need to think. Because the day after tomorrow has entered school, if you find a place to rest first pity tomorrow Because tired."

We were silent, looking for a solution to this problem. I thought I wanted to take anti-sickness medication, but I was also afraid because I was not allowed to take drugs other than the doctor.

"I'm trying to talk to you because of it. You need a mother more than she does" Arga said at last.

"Eh, Pa. Don'tdon't. Let's just say Mother's the same because, later he'll sulk again." I held her hand, she sat back down beside me and stroked my head gently.

"It's okay, because also will definitely understand the situation really, later if you've been better can you move again the same because. It's okay, Mom?" ask Arga now to mom.

"Yes, it's okay" replied Mom.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Bothering mom," said Arga.

"It's okay, we are family, we have to help each other" said the mother again.

Arga then went closer to Gara, seen from here they are now talking there. Because just shut up, looking at me with a look that I don't know. I felt guilty about this situation.

Before long, the two men came towards us, sitting beside me and writhing on my arms.

"Mama's sick?" asked Gara, her round eyes still looking at me questioningly.

"Slightly, Bang. But it's okay, okay."

"It's okay, Grandma's the same Mama. Brother behind me is the same Mbak Sari," he said. I smiled and hugged him. Thank you for understanding me. We finally continued our journey home.

Mother held Azka, while I lay down near her thigh, my legs bent towards the car door. Not to forget the thick blanket of Azka now covers part of my body.

"Aah!" azka shouted while hitting my head. I closed my eyes and looked at Azka.

"What, Kaka? Don't fuss. Mama is sick. Same with Grandma, huh?" said the mother spoke with her distinctive tone to Azka.

"Aah!" Azka again exclaimed, her hands did not stop hitting my head.

"Azka wants to mimic kali, Mom. It was right before at the rest area he mimikiknya," I said.

"Are you hungry?" the mother asked, the boy did not speak anymore, only laughed while putting his hand on his mouth.

"Eat some biscuits, huh? Let mama sleep?" ask mom again as if Azka could answer. Mom took the biscuits in the bag, and gave them to Azka. The boy picked it up, put it in his mouth, but soon threw it on the floor.

"Coconut dumped? Don't you want to? Want mamam?" ask mom again. Azka replied with a rant.

Mother made food for Azka, I held her back, mother fed her, but this child ate only a little, the rest was just played and sprayed in her mouth.

"Oh, don't spray dong. Let's eat," mother asked, her mouth open asking Azka to eat again. Azka brushed off my mother's hand and made the spoon fall on my clothes.

"Astaghfirullah, Azka, it can't be! So dirty, right?" I was inflamed, looking at my son sharply, but of course Azka did not understand the look in those eyes. Just laughing and shouting while jumping happily. What do you think I'm asking him to play?

"Heh, don't get scolded. It's natural for a child to be so. You are, so I can't wait!" cerca mother took Azka, look her face was upset because of what I said earlier. I wasn't scolding him either, just talking.

"I'm not angry, Mom."

"Any what's angry. That was Azka's rage!" say mother again.

Uh, I'm not angry either!

Yes, it is true what people say, time to have children, dear. Now he has a granddaughter, who is dear to his granddaughter, his son who is scolded.

I looked at my annoyed mother. When I get angry with my two children. Even to Gara while doing mischief I was never angry.

I returned to lay myself down like before, it felt comfortable after mother had been bending her back with white wood. Maybe I really need a break so as not to get drunk again, proved this has been an hour a new trip twice asking to stop to hide on the side of the road and remove discomfort from the stomach.

Arga also does not bring the speed of the vehicle quickly, seems slow and certainly will take longer to get home, but honestly it makes me comfortable.

"Have you slept, Azka mumpung again anteng," mother asked while stroking my head.

"No sleep, Mom."

Yes already. Nausea again? Want another mother?" ask mom again. I shook my head, that was enough. It still feels warm back there.

"Yes, Ma. You go to sleep first. Let her child," said Arga suddenly from the front there.

"No sleepiness, Pa."

"Oh, what do you want to buy? Will someone sell food on the street?" ask Arga again.

In my mind, I want to eat sweet and also melted with cheese. Looks like it'll be good.

"Martabak chocolate cheese tastier times, Pa."

"Eh, it's still noon. Where does the martabak sell during the day?" ask Arga.

I pout, scowl. Who asked what food? Now break my wish!

Not wanting me to get angry, we finally stopped and asked the people around where there were people selling martabak during the day. Yes, I admit it does not seem common anyway, which I often see martabak sold at night, but I want it!

With the help of the app Arga is looking for an existence that sells the food. "Ma, everything is closed, not it will be four in the afternoon" he said while showing the screen on his phone.

I put the blanket on my head. It was hungry, but I didn't want to eat rice, just now at the rest area instead came out again.

"How about meatballs? Wanna?" her question persuaded, I shook my head, not wanting any other food, just wanting a sweet one with chocolate and cheese!

"Find the others, huh? Cheese chocolate bread for example?" tanyanya. I resigned, rather than hungry, the important sweet and salty cheese. Finally we looked for the minimarket, but inside there I found no chocolate and cheese, they were separate, I bought some for mom and others.

Deakali course, bread with the same type and different flavors that I combined and began to eat, but it tastes only two mouthfuls I do not want to eat it again, I do not want to eat it again, I still remember the martabak that I wanted to eat.

"Well, not spent?" ask Arga.

"Don't want to, want martabak," I said to him. The sound of her breathing, I thought she was getting upset, but her face didn't show anything like that.

"You are, Yu. Fussy. Just eat first the existing, which is important stomach to the contents. Poor Arga bothered, if you want the gk there," said mother annoyed.

"Already, Mom. It'sit's okay. Pregnant people want to be weird. We walk while looking, yes" said Arga again, my husband is very patient to face my nature which lately is very difficult, often sulking like a child.

"Yes, but yes do not be that difficult, which is easy if you want anything tuh. Poor you're tired of looking for what Ayu wants." Mother said again in an annoyed tone.

"Ih, this mother. How could I, Mom! I don't think you ever have to crav, anyway!" I became upset, instead of defending me and cornered me. I know if it turns out that pregnancy this time is even very troublesome, unlike when pregnant Azka.

I choose to sleep alone, rather than be angry with mom!