Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

59. Do Not Be Close to Him (Arga)

"Mother!" I cried with fear. Mr. RT and Mr. Sinta approached with worried faces. Sinta and I took Mom to sit on the couch.

"Sir Yu is okay?" ask Mr. RT. Mother is here better known as Mba Yu, which can be interpreted as an older sister.

Mother raised one hand.

"It's okay, Mr. RT. I'm fine," she told RT.

"Please get me some warm water!" exclaimed father Sinta to his daughter.

"Yes, Sir!" Sinta no less exclaimed, she now ran her feet into the kitchen and shortly brought a glass of water for Mom.

"Mom, are we going to the doctor?" ask me Mom. Afraid that your heart isn't strong with what's happening this time.

Mother just shook her head, after which received the water that Sinta offered.

"No need, Yu. I'm just a little surprised" said Mother with a smile on her face. I let out a sigh of relief. Turns out Mom was pretty strong with what happened just now.

"Is it really okay, Ma'am? No need to see a doctor?" ask Mr. Handoyo worried. Mother shook her head slowly.

"No need, Yo. Thank you. Mr. RT, thank you for coming here. We do not know what will happen if Mr. RT and Mas Yo do not come," Mother told the two men.

Mr. RT and Mr. Handoyo nodded their heads.

"It's okay, Ma'am. We're glad to be able to help. Next time if there's anything, you just call me. I will try to help people who are in distress" said Mr. Rt.

"Yes Mr. RT, thank you very much" I said to Mr. RT.

"Sir Dhe Yo, thank you." This time I say thank you to Mr. Handoyo.

"Together, Yu. Fortunately, Sinta went home and asked you to call Mr. RT. You're not as rude as Hilman, are you?" ask Mr. Yo.

I shook my head. Remembering the word 'dikasarin' that was said by Mr. De Yo made me remember what I had done to Mas Hilman. I hope his nose is not broken. But yes, it will be broken by only the blow of a woman. Ah, nevermind. Why should I think like that. Let it. A bloody wound would heal with time, but the words he had about me could not be easily healed even though time had changed.

The two grown men now say goodbye because time has also gone up at night. Not to forget the message to us to call them back if at any time Mas Hilman comes back to this house. I would like to thank you so much for the kindness they offer.

"Don't forget to lock the door, and see who comes first" said Mr. Handoyo. "Love, next time see if there are guests. If the guest is Hilman, don't open the door. Understood?" This time Pak Yo spoke to his daughter while pointing in front of Sinta's nose.

"Yes, sir." Sinta pursed her lips.

"Yes already. If we say it first. Ayu, Ms. Yu. Be careful at home, yeah." Mr. RT back to say goodbye. I nodded as well with the returning mother expressing her gratitude towards the two men.

Sinta and I took Mom to the room after the departure of Mr. Yo and Mr. RT. Now Mom is lying on her bed. Not to forget Sinta prepares the usual medication you consume when possible the pain could have recurred.

"Luckily, the same Mr. RT quickly came. Ma'am Ayu it's okay, right?" ask Sinta to me.

"It's okay, Sin. Alhamdulillahot. Thank you for calling my father and Mr. RT, too" I told him.

"Thank you, yeah." I stroked Sinta's back. If there is no him, somehow my fate is now. Mas Hilman could have gone crazy.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Salah Sinta because he had not seen first who came, Sinta immediately opened the door earlier," he said with guilt. He lowered his head, it was always like that if he felt bad.

"It's okay. It's not your fault either" I said calmly.

"Yes, Sin. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. This also makes it a lesson if next time we have to be more careful," said Mother now added.

"Switch, Budhe." Sinta nodded. He is now sitting next to Mom.

"Kok can the hell Mas Hilman come here and accuse Mbak with other men?" ask Sinta to me. She and I looked at me curiously.

I was misbehaving. I didn't want to tell you about my meeting with Arga. I don't like that guy a little bit.

"Yes, Yu. Why can Hilman accuse you of cheating with other men. Do you really have a relationship with someone else?" ask Mother.

"No, Mom! I'm not the same as anyone!" I exclaimed to refute Mother's accusation just now.

"Alhamdulillah. I can't believe you're the same. But why would Hilman accuse you of that?" ask Mom again. Mom and Sinta looked at me sharply, expecting an answer to their question earlier.

I took a long breath. Should I tell you a story? Mother will not be angry maybe, this is not a deliberate meeting with him.

"So I met Arga, Mom." I ended up being honest, rather than expected a no-no.

"Arga?" ask Mother. I nodded while bowing my head. Don't know how Mom responded because I met her.

"It wasn't intentional, Mom. Ayu met Arga in the office earlier ...." Then, as usual, I will tell my mother. It seems useless that I hide anything, the feelings of a mother are very sensitive, even though I do not say it.

Mom's face changed after I finished telling her. I don't know if you'll be angry or not, but I'll accept if you'll be mad at me.

"Ah, yes it is. If only accidentally met, the important thing is that you are not close to him anymore. I don't want to" Mother told me.

"Yes, Mom." I just obediently heard Mom. Whatever you say now I'll do. My parents are the only ones I have right now.

Sinta looked at me not understanding. There has never been a discussion about a man named Arga. It's only natural that this girl is confused.

"Eh yes, Ma'am. How can Mas Hilman be suspicious and accuse Mbak of walking with other men until he spoke like that earlier?"

"I was sampa gemes loh Mbak same Mas Hilman earlier. Mbok yo if one is not comfortable then just take it off. How he wants to have both. Like it was, a drama series that is again viral now," said Sinta with an anxious tone with the lips that he pushed forward. His face looks funny. Sinta can sometimes melt the frozen atmosphere.

I cringed in wonder at the title of the series he meant.

"That's a lot, Ma'am. Ish, Ma'am! Pedhot Heaven!" he said with a cry, while taking out my arm. Only then did I remember the series, I had not seen the series that came from the true story at all. My busyness in the world of typing and taking care of the letters requirements make me not able to enjoy my time well.

"Yes, Sin. Yeah, I forgot!" I called out with a lazy face to her. He always remembers the dramas or tv series he watched. Every storyline. Sometimes he can easily memorize the dialogue, but for his lecture material why forget more often and ask me more often?