Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

318. The Stares of the Father and Father-in-Law

"There's mom and dad outside, I'm embarrassed that I'm weird tomorrow. Can you wait till they get home?" Pinta Dewi to me. Looks like I'll have to hold off the fast for a few more days. I nodded my head. It's not good to force him. Wouldn't it be better if we wanted to be the same? This was his first experience anyway.

"Of course it's okay. We can wait for mom and dad to come home. So won't worry if you yell, Ma'am." I laughed, and he pulled his hand and covered his face.

"Why are you talking like that. I'm ashamed" he said, not lowering both hands from his face.

"Eh, I'm not wrong you said like this, Ma'am. Sorry because I have experience so, like for our business later I do not know can be slow or not. I've been fasting a long time, you know," I said again. It was great to disturb him.

"I don't want to, ah. Scared." his tone sounded spoiled, making me want to pounce on him just this time.

"No, I'm afraid, but later if I've felt it's even collectible." I got closer and kissed her forehead, she was still at home blocking her face with her palm.

"Bak, get down your hands. I can't see your face." Slowly he lowered his hand so slowly that it felt like I was gurgling to put him down quickly and could see his face freely.

"Don't call me Ma'am. Now I'm your wife, Mom."

I was silent, staring at him in disbelief. The taste of haru burst in the heart, when not only this time I was called Mas, but why does it feel different? Being called by his own wife is very happy.

"Call me Goddess. Although I am older than you, I am now your wife. Call my name like it was yesterday, Mas" he asked.

I cupped my palms together on her cheeks, pulling her face even closer. He didn't rebel, he didn't push me. Getting a chance like this, I put my lips on her thin lips.

The goddess closed her eyes, she was silent as I gently kissed her lips, I felt her body now frozen. He didn't open his mouth, as if I thought maybe he never did.

I took my face away from her. "Have you never kissed before?" ask the Goddess. He lowered his gaze and shook his head.

There is a sense of happiness when you know this. I became the first man for him. "It's okay, next time it can be, too" I said to him who was still embarrassed.

"It's been a night of sleep yuk, honey." The goddess further lowered her gaze, but she nodded slowly.

We lay side by side, still wearing our full clothes. It's the first night, but that doesn't mean the first night has to be done, right? Wait for the right time until conditions improve and we can do it freely.

***

In the morning, I who had just slept in the middle of the night was surprised to find it was already very bright out there. I saw the clock on HP, it was noon and I should have gone to the factory.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim."

The goddess also woke up when she heard me. He was similarly shocked as he circulated his gaze around. Out there, behind the curtain the sun already looks very hot.

"I'm bad luck, Wi. I have to go to the factory" I quickly stood up.

"You're too late, Mom?"

"Yes, I'm late, I hope the streets don't get jammed." I decided not to take a shower, because it was 15 minutes late from when I was supposed to leave for work. The comb I saw was on the table I brought to the front of the closet, the mirror that was there showed that my clothes were very tangled. I think if I go home I won't be able to. This is too late.

"Ah, my shirt is tangled!" More to grumbling annoyance. The goddess got up and took the iron from the drawer under the table.

"Mas wash your face there. I ironed the clothes first," Pinta Dewi and I nodded in agreement. The white shirt shirt I opened and handed it to the Goddess then took the towel that was there and went to the bathroom.

Father and Mas Wahyu were in the kitchen when I passed them half-bending, going into the bathroom, washing my face and gargling quickly, and doing my routine every morning. Back on this leg I'm stepping out of the bathroom. The two people looked strangely at me.

"Sir, Mas. First," I said, bowing and nodding. They only replied with a nod of the head as well.

In the room the Goddess had finished ironing my clothes.

"Do you want rice supplies, don't let me prepare?" ask the Goddess.

"It won't be possible, Wi. I've had a really bad luck. Go first yes, please tell me the same mother as others, sorry I did not say good luck," I said and then kissed her lips. He just stared at me and his hand held his thin lips.

"get used to. Routine every morning" I whispered by his ear. "I'm leaving yes, assalamualaikum," I said. And I heard the greeting from him very slowly.

Get out of that house, luckily last night the motorbike was also parked here. A little sorry for not meeting with mom and also Vita this morning, but how else I've been so bad luck that I just decided to go directly to the factory.

Truly an unexpected day. I didn't think of a life like this myself. The wife already has, children already have, in the future I must always be enthusiastic in living life. Trust in the all-powerful God, the One who gives sustenance to his labouring servant. There must be a way, and we must not remain silent and wait.

***

It was obvious I was late to the factory, ten minutes after the bell rang. Someone came and told me to go to the boss. Usually it is like that if there is a supervisor who comes late.

I went to another room, where someone asked me why I was late. A little confused also to answer it, will they receive an excuse if I wake up late because of bad luck?

"Why come in this afternoon? Mr. Hilman is a supervisor loh, if the supervisor only comes as if as subordinate. If they come in late too, how about our factory? All work must be neglected. Is Mr Hilman willing to be responsible for the losses this factory gets if its employees like that?"

"Remember our motto, don't waste time. If one person wasted just one minute, kept the other ten people following, instead of us losing ten minutes? Then if Mr. Hilman is ten minutes late, how much time has been wasted? If others also follow Mr Hilman like this?" ask the skinny woman to me with some emotion. Though its true nature is not at all fierce. Just with his business, he was like this.

The one sitting in front of him just lowered his head. I am aware of my mistake this time. Indeed, the name of the supervisor must be a role model for his subordinates.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I woke up late."

"Huh? Awake late? How can? It's not usually Mr. Hilman who likes to come in the morning. Tumben really like a newlywed to wake up bad luck," he said with annoyance.

I scratched the back of my head while softly muttering. "I'm the newlywed."

"Huh? Whahuh? So this Mr Hilman is remarried?" He asked half-snouted so as to make some of the people who were inside the room turn their heads towards us.

"Is that guy Hilman married again?" ask the woman again with a questionable look at me. I did not answer, but just smiled and nodded slowly.

"Well, congratulations then! Why didn't Mr. Hilman take time off if he wanted to get married?" asked the woman again as she extended her hand to congratulate me, but I regret that she spoke so loudly that now the people in this room came and approached us.

"Congratulations on Mr. Hilman's wedding, why didn't you give me an invitation?" ask someone else. 

"Congratulations, may Sakinah mawadah warohmah. Why didn't Mr Hilman take a leave of absence? Poor dong now his wife was left at home," said one of the women who was there.

"His marriage was also impromptu, yesterday came to talk with his father, the night was told directly ijab, so there is no plan from long ago," I said embarrassed.

"Huh? How can? How's that story?" ask others in wonder.

"Hey, it's business hours. If you want to ask for a story later, break time!" said the woman who was scolding me.

"Yes, Mrs Din. Ready. Later Mr. Hilman yes, in the story cafeteria, heeum. I bought it, just a story!" The young lady below me is very proud. I just lifted my thumb sign in agreement.

Today I should have gotten a warning letter, but because of the news about my marriage just now, the woman who scolded me stopped giving me the warning letter.

"The gift from me will follow yes. Remember tomorrow-tomorrow do not let the bad luck again. Today Mr. Hilman I'm sorry, if it's too late tomorrow again don't expect to be able to get an apology from me!" said the woman while giving her index finger to my face.

I nodded my head and smiled with embarrassment as I thanked all those who had given us his words and prayers.