Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

325. The Sweetness of a Relationship

The Goddess was already better than her pain last night, this morning she did not feel too much itching anymore in her body. I felt sleepy because I had been with him all night. Although he told me to sleep but I don't have the heart either. I slept well while she was sick like that.

Drowsiness I can not stand, several times yawn at breakfast. I asked Dewi to make black coffee without sugar. I think I need it once today. My head also feels a little dizzy.

"Wi! Goddess!" the voice of someone I knew, my mother knocked on the front door. My wife's gasps who was washing dishes half ran forward. Mom and Vita seemed to be getting closer to me.

Suddenly Mom hit me on the shoulder a little hard. I looked at him not understanding, beaten for no reason.

"You why is the Goddess washing dishes? If your skin is allergic, it should never get water!" said the woman who gave birth to me. The more bring I feel at the age of his growing years.

"Eh, Hilman doesn't understand the situation" I concluded, stroking the sore arm.

"You're old when you don't know about allergies like gini. What do you know what that is?" read my mother to me. Uh, why am I even angry?

"Your Goddess is sitting there. Let the mother who will wash the dishes, if you can just bribe Vita," said the mother again pulled the hand of the Goddess. 

"It's okay ma'am, besides this dish just a little nyuci," he refused.

"Slightly also keep your hands exposed to water and soap. There you sit down to bribe Vita, she doesn't want breakfast!" mom said in a high tone, but I knew that Mom wasn't angry like that.

Finally he took the Vita that I hold, I took a plate and vegetable spinach that happened to be the Goddess of cooking, I thrust the plate to him. He starts to seduce Vita to eat. His way of persuading the boy looked very subtle. Not pushy and full of patience. It's not wrong to make her my wife.

The clock has shown at half-time seven in the morning. It's time for me to go to the factory. The last coffee I drank left the bran in the glass.

"Hilman goes to work first, Mom. Honey, I'm going to work first. Vita, dad's gone on drugs." I say goodbye to everyone, not forgetting to kiss their forehead one by one. Let no one be left unturned until one of them is envious, for here I am the most handsome man alone. Hehe.

"Be careful, father. Do not daydream on the road, later if it has come to the same news mother," said the Goddess as it every day. Always pray and take care of me to give him a message when he gets to the factory.

Actually this body is very tired, want only to fall at home but of course it is not possible. There are many mouths to feed. There are arrears I have to pay.

I excitedly drove my bike onto the crowded street. As usual when leaving for work is like this, there is often congestion. I wonder why there are so many motorcycles on the road lately. Though as I remember it never got stuck like this.

Almost an hour I arrived at the factory, filling in attendance with a scan on the employee card I was wearing around the neck. Do not let this card disappear because to take care of it back is not too easy. Actually that is not easy because it is facing someone in the office, surely he will bring up and continue to talk at length saying if not careful and so on. Threatening if one day the card is lost again then the employee can no longer make it. Though that's just the reason, I think the office people there are actually lazy to make the card.

I understand the performance in the company, because I used to be the same as that.

Just like the day before my job at the factory was just that - that's it, there was nothing strange, just checking and counting the goods, incoming and outgoing goods had to be recorded, no matter what, if the records and items are not the same must search for the goods throughout the division, there may be one or two stray. If that's the case, I become dizzy myself. Even if there are those who deliver it is delicious, if there are not of course one by one place must be visited.

The clock back to work has rung, it's been two days that I haven't bogged down. It feels so if without ngojek my income is very little. Must be all economical because it only relies on the salary of the factory.

"Yes but take the order not far away, you will be tired," he said with a worried voice.

"Yes I will be careful and just take the near, you will bring me what if I go home?" ask her again. As a form to seduce him because it has allowed me to go berojek.

"No need. You come home safe I'm happy," she said, so good my wife. I'm happy because he always prays for me.

At nine o'clock I got home. It feels really tired, but all of this I have to live well and also be patient. Allah has provided me with abundant sustenance, by working in factories, ngojek, and also having an understanding wife.

The goddess was still not asleep when I entered the house, looking as if she was sleepy in a chair, sitting in front of the lit TV. Food on the table. Most Vita snacks.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam" he answered. He rushed up and approached me, his outstretched hand grabbed and kissed the back of my hand.

"Kok tumben night home? Usually eight o'clock is home." He asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Yes I ngojek, quite got three orders. Keep fitting home turned out to be one direction the same me, less tuh on the road end there. So yes, I went home late" I told him. "Vita's asleep?" askinya. The goddess nodded her head.

"Awhile I prepared the bath water first, I was ready but you didn't come home for long so it looks like it's cold again." The goddess then went towards the kitchen. There was the sound of the stove he was lighting. I chose to go into the room, to see my little daughter who was sound asleep.

Vita does sometimes sleep here or at mom's house, if she's fussy I'll bring her here, but if she's being nice mom will take her there. Actually, I'm sorry I'm there alone, but I don't want to live here either.

"Mas, want to eat first?" ask the Goddess who entered the room.

"Have you eaten yet?" I asked back suspiciously, afraid that as usual she would not eat if not with me.

The goddess shook her head. "I'm waiting for you to come home so you haven't eaten."

I took her hand and made her sit on my lap. Hugged her with a tool from the side and was my head on her shoulder.

"You are why, if that night eat first do not wait for me to go home. If it hurts, who will feel it?" ask her.

The goddess nodded slowly. "I used to eat alone, now I'm not ordinary. So if eating alone is not good," he said with a smile. He put his hand on my shoulder. Closer and gently kiss my forehead.

"If it's good to eat it is the same husband, can be bribed as well," he said smiling sweetly.

"Spoiled base!" cercaku clamped his nose.