Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

54. Arga, Man From the Past.

"Well, why the bike?" That voice was heard calling my name. Then I turned my head, and it was seen from inside the car, with the window open, a friendly smiling face with a pityful look.

"Arga! It's a flat motorcycle tire. Looks like it's leaking!" Shouts me. I'm shy. I met him again with this kind of situation. At the office there I hit him, now here I'm pushing the bike.

His car drove a little faster towards the front, then stopped a few meters ahead of me. He was seen coming down and running towards me.

"I help, yeah." Without waiting for a response from me he took over my bike, grabbed the handlebar I held until our hands touched each other.

"Eh, Ga. No need," I said with condolence. The man smiled amiably, he removed my hand from the handlebar with a hint of coercion.

"It's okay. I don't mind, anyway" he said, then unwilling to hear me again, he took my bike with him. I followed behind him.

"Ga, but your car?" I asked while pointing at the car we just passed.

"It's okay, I've locked it safely. Later after getting the workshop and the bike is right, you bring me here again, yes." His request slightly turned towards me.

"thank you. But this is troubling you," I said unhappily. Now I walk beside him, parallel because I don't feel good walking behind him.

"That's it. Don't be like that. We are ... friends," he said with a smile back at me.

I nodded with his statement.

We continued for several tens of meters ahead, but the workshop we were looking for had not yet met. There was nothing we talked about because it felt awkward to meet him. Arga had not spoken a word since the conversation.

"You ... Why do you walk here by yourself? How is Hilman not?" asked Arga suddenly.

"Eh. Oh, that ... Mas Hilman is at work" I told him. Just let me lie, he's just someone else who doesn't have to know my business.

"Oh, what were you doing in the office?" He asked again, without looking at me.

"That's ... I asked the officer if I forgot to put the marriage book. I have business and must include a marriage book" I said again. He did not answer, only nodded his head. I hope he doesn't ask any further questions, because I don't know what to answer. But actually, I don't want to lie anymore.

We continue our footsteps. I'm grateful that Arga isn't asking more questions. We just kept quiet while staring at the footsteps.

"Ga, you don't have to help me anymore, I'm not tired. You can come back" I told him.

This time he turned his head towards me, with a frown. Stare wonder.

Arga was silent for a moment, making my footsteps also now stop. His head was turned towards the back.

"You want to tell me to go back to back on foot? It's been a long way," he asked, making me feel bad.

"Eh, no. It's not that." Well, I was wrong.

"I don't mean so, I mean you .. afraid there's another job. I'm fine," I replied awkwardly. It's not really rude of me to throw him out, but I'm afraid he's left his busy life just because it helped me.

"Ah, it's okay, I did have half a day's permission, to clear up my business earlier. That, look ahead. There's a workshop," point Arga towards the front. And sure enough up ahead there, a few tens of meters away from us walking, there was a small tire patch workshop.

Thank God, at least I can get back home quickly.

The motorbike has now been parked beautifully next to other motorcycles, which are also being taken care of by Kang Tambal painstakingly. He deftly did his job. It took me a few more minutes to wait for my turn. He said my bike was leaking because it was hit by a street nail.

I myself did not pay much attention to what he was doing, as my mind drifted elsewhere. Thinking about the possibility of my marriage book being. If it was in Mas Hilman's hands, where would Mas Hilman keep it? Is it possible that he'll hand it over if I ask for mine? Yes, if he gave me the book? Lf it doesn't? Is it possible that I asked Hana for help to find that thing?

"Drink?" A bottle of bottled water stained near me, making me surprised. I turned towards Arga and welcomed the bottle. Oh gosh. I forgot I was here with Arga.

"Thank you" I said to him. He smiled, nodding his head. The chair, which was not far from him, he dragged until we sat half a meter away. It was a very hot sun this afternoon.

I unscrewed the bottle, but momentarily became silent and gave a smile. The bottle cap was loose and it was very easy for me to open, this must be Arga opening it first.

"Sama-sama," he said. That was all he said, then we fell silent after that.

Another motor has been patched, and now it's my bike's turn to be handled by the brother.

"Oh yeah, what was your business in the office? Do you want to take care of what to wear a wedding book? How can I forget a book as important as that?" asked Arga casually. He leaned himself against the wall.

Finally, something that he did not want to talk about, he asked. I guess he forgot what I said.

"Eh that ... It's nothing, I just have to take care of something. And one of them should include the book," I replied.

"Certainly? Can you?" ask Arga again. I shook my head.

"Try to remember where you kept the book. Or maybe Hilman knows? Have you asked?" ask Arga to me.

"Not yet, Mas Hilman was not at home for a few days," I told a lie. Arga just nodded his head slowly.

"Did you need the book so badly?" ask Arga again.

"Em .. yes .. is quite urgent as well" I replied. Arga again nodded her head at my answer.

"Oh, try to find again, who knows tucked away somewhere. Or maybe Hilman is keeping it, or if there is nothing you can take it to the police station, make a letter of loss," he said, which makes me reflexively turn to him.

"Can you?" ask me inquisitively. I honestly don't know if it could be like that.

"Yes, you can. You just go to the police station, keep making a certificate of loss of documents. Easy, the process there is also not long. After getting a certificate from the police station, you just go to KUA where you were married first. Name and date and year of your marriage. After that, just wait for the marriage book so. Em ... Maybe about a week or two at the most," he said, then again downed the canned drink until it ran out and he kept it under his chair.

I smiled happily at the information I got. If Mas Hilman hadn't given me my marriage book, I would have done just that.

"Thank you for the info, Ga" I told him. Arga smiled as he nodded his head.

"Sama-sama, it's good to be able to help you," he said.

"You've been as pity as ever" I said. He chuckles at hearing me say that.

"Hehe, I've only sent one of my friends to take care of the missing documents. So I remember that time. He lost his marriage book because he often moved his contract" he explained.

"Oh." I just nodded at his explanation.

Arga is now taking his phone that had sounded short, maybe just a message. He frowned until his two eyebrows almost fused together. Suddenly his face changed.

"Yu. Excuse me first, it's okay, right?" asked Arga while getting up from his seat, hp he again keep in his pocket. His face looked like there was a look of worry.

"Eh, is that okay? But what are you doing? Not waiting for me to finish, so I can take you back to the car? It's far away," I asked inappropriately.

He waved his hand in front of the body. "It's okay, I can take the angkot up to my car. I'm sorry, I can't accompany you to the end" Arga said quickly.

"Bao. I paid for this, yes. I picked up my friend. Let no one disturb you" he said, taking a wallet and handing over a hundred thousand bills.

"Eh, Ga. Don't have. I can pay for it myself," I cried to prevent it.

"It's okay. I want to, really. Good to see you again, Yu. Bang take the change, yeah!" exclaimed Arga as it passed leaving us to cross the road. Do not forget the distinctive wave of his hand. Si Abang just nodded while shouting to thank Arga.

I haven't been able to prevent it or say thank you to him. I quickly saw the man across the street. One hand was waving at me. I returned the wave of the hand briefly before he was obstructed by the angkot and then disappeared along with the departure of the red public vehicle.

I didn't expect a meeting with Arga today. A person I haven't seen for a long time after that breakup. He's still the same as before. His attitude, his smile, his hospitality. Very good and also helpful even now .. I'm no one else for him.