Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

31. Author's Curse

A child's happiness is being close to their parents. I felt that for a few days. I don't remember my house nor do I remember my husband. It's not that I can't remember in the real sense, but I'm trying not to remember it in the meantime. Evil me.

I'm busy with my work. Mom and Sinta were gardening in the back. I monitored the two from the dining table facing directly against the vacant land behind the house. They look green because of them.

During this time I have completed many chapters. It is also good to type with a calm mind. Could be stock for the next few days. The income of these few months is also good in my opinion. Actually the results of the three titles I created were sufficient to make a withdrawal, but I have never done so. A few days later when we enter the beginning of the month. I always watch when that number changes.

The sound of the phone ringing is next to the laptop. I just glanced at him a glance already guessing who it was from. Who else if not Mas Hilman. From yesterday he did contact me constantly, but I didn't pick him up at all. I still don't want to go back to that house. I want to calm down in this house in a moment.

The ringing of the phone was still heard a few more times until then Mom went into the house and washed her hands in the sink.

"Call from who? How do you think I heard from earlier the flame continued?" ask Mom while glancing at me.

"Not from anyone," I answered while turning off the call and pressing the silent button on my phone.

"if there is a phone call lifted. What will be important later?" ask me again and sit in the chair in front of me. Before long Sinta entered, she also did the same, washing her hands.

"You've been here a few days. Will Hilman not be angry?" ask Mother.

Sinta looks at me.

"No.m Mom. Ayu also wants to go home, but Mas Hilman says he's out of town from yesterday. I'm not going home. "Let my sins be borne by myself because of my lies. I really don't want to go home first.

"Oh, yes, that's it." Mom got up and went into her room.

Sinta sat in front of me. He noticed I was re-typing on the laptop.

"What the hell is it, Ma'am?" tanyanya wants to know.

"With typing," I answered.

"Yes know it's typing, but I mean what's typing? From yesterday, keep busy! I'm an important person!" yells. I just smiled and took my phone, looked for a blue app there and showed it to Sinta.

"More. Don't forget to stop by, like and comment, love tips too. Ma'am wait," I said with a smile. I saw her eyes bulging with her mouth slightly open like a kind of kindergarten child who was stunned by something. Sinta is a novelist. Whether it's online or a print version.

"It's Mommy's got?" tanyanya while seizing the hp in my hand. His gaze shifted from that thing to me. I nodded in response.

"This oath has Ma'am? Lied!" yell again.

I swiped my laptop facing this lighted screen to him, "Trias Wardani?" she cried in disbelief after seeing my writing account. (Hehe, is it okay to use your own name? Peace ah 😁️, but amused himself also sampe mesam-mesem while cupping, wkwkwkwk)

Once again I nodded my head, laughing at the funny look on his face.

"Great!" he shouted, his hands clapped against each other and then he took out his cellphone from his jeans pocket. His thumb moved agilely and then he also showed me the flat screen.

"It turns out all this time that I've read has Ma'am? I just read a finished work. Papa Bima same Lily. I didn't think it made Mommy. Kereeenn!!!" he shouted again while pointing his two thumbs at me.

I smiled at him. "Can dong! It's just easy capital!" I flicked my finger in front of him.

"I want dong too. How's it going?" ask again.

"Clearly so. You can just pour a bow into the writing, "I replied.

"How much did you earn?" He asked again with a pitcher.

"Ish this you, kepo! Don't know, you'll be in shock" I told him. His lips pursed funny sign he was annoyed usually.

"Yes, ma'am is stingy! The time to earn is not allowed!" sinta Decak. I closed my mouth, laughing at the look on his face.

"Seriously Mbak I want to see, if enough I want to follow in the footsteps of Mbak," he said by pleading.

"Udah don't need to know for sure. What you can still get is a little. For sure for the rich unemployed Mbak, the income from this is good," I told him.

Sinta fell silent as if she was thinking about something, then she again said, "Bak believe not the hell about the author's curse?" sinta asked who made me look at her.

"meaning?" I asked back.

"No really. I've only read it but I forget where. He said a song sung or a piece of writing can be turned to the author or to the singer," said Sinta. I was silent thinking about it. I wrote about polygamy before and now I'm having it.

"But yes maybe it's just an article that is not quality anyway, yes there is a curse model so?" again by scratching the back of his head.

Sinta looked at me who was now silent still thinking about her words.

"Mr. Don't daydream, I was just talking. There might be something like that" he said again with a laugh on his lips. Laughter indicates that she feels guilty saying that.

"Yes. You are weird, after all. Where there is such a curse. It's just people saying, to go viral. Now go back to yourself, whether he believes in it or not. If he believes it could be, but if you are private then everything that happens to us is destiny. Everything is still secret. Whatever we wrote didn't happen. It was just a coincidence."

Sinta was silent at my words, but her head nodded slowly.

"Yes anyway. It could be too," he said.

"Eh Ma'am want me to make it as good as you can, don't you?" Sinta asked me as she got up from her seat. I smiled happily at his offer.

"You are. Super spicy yes," I asked.

"okay!" exclaim Sinta while forming the letters O and K with his finger.

I came back with my halo, but Sinta's words kept thinking in my brain. Is it really like that? Is there a writer's curse?

Thinking about it I goosebumps myself. It's true that I've made up stories about polygamy and now I've also experienced it, but did it happen because of my writing? Ahh, no! It's just a coincidence!