Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

302. Mom Tired

"Ma, wake up." Arga's voice rang out, also my shoulder was shaken by him slowly. I just realized that I was asleep earlier. I turned my head when the car stopped. Mother is seen outside in front of a small wagon carrying Azka.

"Do you want martabak? Here," he said, giving me a small packet of crackles.

"Eh, is there?" ask me while smiling happily. I received the plastic package and sure enough when I saw in it there was a martabak that I wanted, only the size was very small. then realized if we were now in a place. I looked at the place and read the sign in front of it, a madrasah where teaching, deservedly this martabak has a small size.

"There was just a look so stop first. let's eat mumpung still hot. Mother and the others also bought snacks outside. You want some other food, too?" ask Arga again. I looked out the car, some sellers with small wheels were there, some were on motorcycles. My gaze was fixed on a wagon with ice-shaking inscriptions, some children were surrounding the seller. It was seen that the half-old man was lifting his wheels and wagging them up and down.

"You can't?" point me at the wagon. I remember when I was a kid, I used to use ice.

Arga followed my direction. "May but not much. I don't know if it's clean" he said. I nodded with a smile and thanked him.

Arga got out of the car to the ice vendor, not knowing what his real name was, but it is written ice shake because it is the way it is made to put the material into the mold and then shake so that it becomes frozen, usually dipped in liquid chocolate milk which will then also freeze after that.

I ate a martabak that was still hot, it tasted really good in the mouth even though it was very pronounced the difference between the big martabak that we used to buy with this food. However, it felt quite satisfied because this is what I wanted.

Two martabak I have eaten, still waiting for Arga who is now waiting in line with some school children there. It was funny too, but I also felt sorry for him always being bothered with my sometimes unreasonable desires.

The belly that had started to distend I elus slowly, a smooth movement felt there. "Sir, don't ask for anything strange. Poor papa," I said as if the fetus in my stomach would understand. Often I invite him to talk hoping that our situation will improve and not make others bother to take care of, but what power if it is still not able to happen.

The car door opens and the mother goes inside with Azka, and she enjoys the fruit in her hand. "Don't you?" ask mom to offer me.

I don't like the sour taste, but seeing mom eat that dish greedily makes me tempted as well. One piece of young mango is now in my mouth. It was quite sour and spicy, not bad as well. Azka reached out her hand to grab the plastic wrap that was in the hands of the mother. However, the tiny hand could not reach her because she kept the food away from Azka.

Before long Arga returned to the car and gave the ice to me. I gladly accepted what he gave me and enjoyed it.

"Want to too?" ask Arga to mom.

"Don't want ah, Mom's teeth ache when eating ice. You buy Gara too, not just the mother who bought it," said the mother to Arga.

"Yes, Mom. This is already bought for Gara kok."

Mother is like that, although Gara is not her biological grandchild but the same feeling unfortunately Gara can not be doubted. I was often scolded by my mother if the teachings I gave to Gara were wrong according to her.

"I love this for Gara first, Mother if there is still someone to buy, buy it to be supplied later," he said then went outside and headed towards the back.

After all was done with the food purchased, we continued on our way back. It feels comfortable, the stomach is also filled, I am not nauseous anymore because I was snacking on egg rolls that Arga had bought. It's a little kid's treat, but I actually like it. We were lucky to find the madrassa.

"You are, Yu. If the nyuin is the real one, look Azka has gone and looked everywhere," said the mother while covering my open chest with a veil.

I smiled shyly. "Congratulations, Mom. Not strong," I said.

"Yes, but fortunately this is in your own car, try it in a public place, embarrassed if you are like this," said the mother.

"Well, in a public place it won't be, Mom. Ayu wants to be like this." My shirt is buttoned with one hand.

"Here, let the mother who is Azka's arm, I move forward so you can lie down again with the father of the children" said the mother.

"No, ma'am. Here's aja. Some mothers even lack of sleep, than earlier take care of Azka, lack of rest," I said not feeling good.

"It's okay, I don't have a problem.

I kept Azka, didn't give it to Mom and told her to rest for a while.

"Already, Azka is just like me. Here. Let you rest" said Arga suddenly from the front seat.

"No need, Azka will wake up."

"No, he slept well. Let's let you guys rest for a while before I change to drive" Arga said. I agree if this is so. Better also, I can not stand my sleepiness when it had been sleeping for a while.

Finally Azka I gave it to Arga very carefully, so as not to make him wake up.

"Mom can't sleep either, Ga," she said.

"It's okay, Mom. From earlier keep Azka must also be mother and Ayu tired. Let it be later if Azka wakes up I wake up my mother or Ayu," said Arga.

I leaned back, rewind the seat back so that now it feels comfortable. Mother was the same, now resting herself comfortably so that not ten minutes of smooth mother breaths sounded.

"That doesn't want to sleep, but it's just been pules," chirped me with a smile amusedly looking at mother.

"Hus! Not polite! I'm tired too, I was. Already than you are talking that is light you are also sleeping!" tell me.