Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

310. Holidays Are With Mom

We went to the beach, the distance from home to this place was only about an hour or so. The smooth road made it easy for us to get here quickly.

Vita was only silent when she saw the waves in the sea. The wide beach spread a few kilometers away showed sand with a shiny black color. My daughter did not want to come down from the sling, maybe earlier when her feet were hit by sand in the parking lot she was a little amused so she did not want to go down anymore. He just stared silently at the waves that were pounding there.

The beach this afternoon looks crowded, it feels very sorry why not from the morning we came here. Many families spend their holidays here.

"Mom remembers when you came here as a child. You are the same Dirga do not want to go home to the point of rolling in the sand and dirty again. You will go into the waves to clean yourself up. So continue many times until Mother was upset at that time," said Mother while staring at the waves rolling ahead there. The happy face had now turned into a sad one.

I remember that moment. Obviously I don't remember what time I was, but it doesn't seem like long after I entered SD. We swim and are called mothers, because we do not want to go home constantly throwing sand at each other. Chasing to roll in the sand to make our clothes dirty again. Finally the father who intervened to drag us to the public toilet to clean ourselves.

I laughed, remembering that sweet moment. Obviously it will not be repeated again, it will only be a sweet memory when we grow old. It was then, now it is now. Time obviously cannot be replayed. Especially if everything will return to the way it was. You already do not know where, Mas Dirga also never news, as if the two people are now lost swallowed by the earth. Ah, how hearty you are with Yana. Although the mother with such a nature, but the mother is good enough to serve her husband at home. And Yana .. it was like being a wife of the curse who did not know himself after Mas Dirga sacrificed a lot for him, it turned out that the woman was playing crazy with her own father-in-law.

"Have not been remembered again, now everything is different," I told my mother.

"Wait here, Hilman wants to rent a mat first" I asked. Vita I gave it to mom. Rows of stalls on the beach is indeed renting mats for visitors who do not bring it. They are free to roll the mat anywhere as long as when they return the object to the owner.

We placed it under a shady tree, trying to avoid the sun that would still sink in a few hours. The sun is still shining quite hot, but fortunately the leaf shade blocks the sunlight.

Mother sat Vita on the mat. Not long after two people came to bring the drinks I ordered. The young coconut that had made me tempted earlier. Vita I bought water because I'm not sure this kid wants to drink coconut water.

I took Vita to the edge of the waves, but she seemed so scared that she held onto my clothes quite tightly. He did not speak just staring at the huge roll of waves that was ahead. The wind forged our bodies so as to blow away Vita's long hair.

"Would you swim, right?" ask me to Vita while pointing at the people who are lying down and waiting for the waves. Some children were also running around there along with others. Vita did not reply, still keeping silent watching others. I slowly crouched down as the waves came and deliberately wet the white feet of Vita with the waves coming. Hugging her tightly around the neck, she also lifted both her legs up refusing to be wet.

"Why? Vita's scared?" ask the boy while laughing. Because Vita's face looks strange, like being confused and holding back tears. I persuaded him again, drawing near to the other children who were shouting to pat the water back into the sea. Hope if Vita dares like those kids.

Vita still does not want to go down, even if at home he does not want to stop bathing. I thought I was bringing her here so she could have fun, but it seems like with the moving water she gets scared.

"Aren't you swimming?" ask mommy.

"I don't think Vita is afraid of water. The waves are pretty big" I replied. Mother just nodded then continued her work in reply to messages.

I let Vita sit by herself, her coconuts patted her, occasionally sipping her water from a straw.

"Aah!" Her voice sounds so adorable. His mouth was wide open, again sipping coconut water and doing so. I laughed at her behavior, very funny.

"Gear!" This time he burped hard enough to make the mother turn her head.

"Baby, huh?" I asked Vita, the boy laughed loudly and did it again, the spoon that was there he used to take a sheet of floating young coconut meat.

We were not there long, just sitting still and enjoying the real natural scenery, it felt so peaceful that we did not want to go home. The afternoon breeze was still hot, slightly sticky with a distinctive sea scent. We ordered the typical food that was there, grilled fish and grilled chicken with breakfast chili, orange ice drinks make this fresh throat. For Vita he pointed towards the meatballs that were near us. Don't forget I fed it with rice too.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, we went home, on the way Vita fell asleep and mother told me to move her to mother's lap. Almost magrib we got home, tired of it, but happy and fresh thoughts after an impromptu tour earlier.

Vita I moved it to the room.

"Man," call mom from the doorstep.

"Yes, Mom?"

"This is your dress, Vita." Mom gave me a cardboard bag of clothes, then without talking again mom left here.

I cleaned myself up. Shower and rest immediately. Stomach still full, no more business after this, then after the magrib I chose to close my eyes together with Vita.