Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

60. The Story of Arga

Mom had been sleeping since an hour ago while I was still struggling with my phone. My laptop let me rest after all the hours I've been wearing. Looks like I'm gonna have to take the laptop to the service. Batrenya now can not last long, even if used for a long time, must be while connected by connecting it to electricity. Hah, sometimes I think if I'm using a mejikom, it should always be connected with electricity in order to be used.

I open something on my phone. Facebook that I left a long time ago. Still clearly remember what the name and also the password, therefore I made with something memorable. I hope no hackers use my account.

One by one I saw what was there. There are numbers on my bell sign. I saw it, from the start of notification of friend requests and also other notifications. Nothing worked for me, just some news about friends in High School. I do not have many friends, therefore many notifications that come in just a glance I do not want to open it.

I saw the photo album there. Old photos of me and Diana became alay. Although I did not stand out in front of the other friends, but with Diana I was quite present on the FB page.

One gallery I saw, there's a collection of pictures of me with Arga. We just broke up until we broke up because of something. It made me have to part with her because of Mom's request.

Can I tell you a little bit about Arga? The meeting with him made me remember the old days.

 

Arga is a broken home child. Her parents separated when she just stepped on the Junior High. He once told me how lonely life has been. A separated parent, a father who is busy with his work, and a mother who no longer cares about him. Teenage Arga is forced into a figure that must be strong without complete affection. Only the grandmother could give her love, and it wasn't long. Arga's grandmother died a year after the separation of her father and mother.

A teenage Arga, without parental affection, seeks his own pleasure and happiness. That's why he became a bad person. Including when he started approaching me when I just got into High School.

Arga who is a first-rate upperclassman is, for some reason, always cheating on me. I never felt wrong for him. He and his group would often scuttle me on the street together with Diana and they asked us for money. If not given money, then we cannot pass to be free of them. Diana and I were too scared and stupid to fight back, only to be able to surrender our pocket money to them.

It's not just that. He often came to class and took my food, blatantly eating it in front of me. Rice or bread that has been painstakingly prepared by Mother with a flash into her mouth. Upset, definitely. Angry, yes. However, I was too afraid to fight back or just report it to the teacher. If so, I can only endure this stinging pain in the stomach.

Once upon a time, my stomach disease was recurrent. Food supplies have been exhausted Arga eat, pocket money has also been taken by his group. At that time I was alone walking home while enduring the pain in the stomach. I kept quiet once in a while, not continuing my steps anymore because I was not strong with pain. Even though it had been pressing it strongly with the use of the hand, but the pain did not go away.

"Why?" ask someone when I'm sitting on the sidewalk. I was lazy to turn my head, knowing for sure who the owner of the voice was. Also familiar with the shoes I now see right in front of me.

"Heh, you! Why?" ask her again, one leg she moved soft kick my leg. Emm .. kicking might be too rough, he's like touching me with his feet. It doesn't hurt, but I swear it pisses me off.

"What if you don't answer?" asked Arga in annoyance.

"What, anyway?! Just go home there! Don't disturb!" banish him. I am equally upset.

"Yeee, asked even ngusir," he said again with annoyance.

"What are you doing here? Tumben doesn't bully each other!" I don't know why I can talk like that. Was it because of this pain that triggered my annoyance?

"What do you want to bully? The person who was bullied was also here," he said casually.

I rolled my eyes lazily hearing him say that. Think I like that he's bullly?

"Why aren't you here the same as someone?" asked Arga again, now that he was sitting right beside me, I slightly inched away from him. It feels so bad about this bad guy!

"Eh, why are you sitting here too? Far away there!" sewot.

"Slack, sit down for a minute! After the basketball," he said casually.

"Where are you?" ask again.

"Who's someone?" many confused. I know someone is someone, but I don't know who he means.

"That's chubby!"

"Oh, Diana? Not going in today. Yes, you are doing here. Go there. Later if your gang members come, make trouble again!" me thronging him. Today I do not want to get more unlucky with their presence again, enough was my lost pocket money, my food is depleted, and now my stomach is sick. Don't add to that the taunts end in heartache or whatever it is!

"Ah, they're home. Why are you sitting here by yourself and not going home? Then your mother will be angry, you know," he said as he brought his head closer to me. The smell of her hair was smelling under her nose. My reflexes inched away from him, and made this stomach ache even more. It's my fault I didn't take the medicine I used to eat. I forgot to put it in.

"Aww.cn ...." I painstakingly held my rint*han while holding my stomach tight. I bit this lip so as not to take out the rint*han again.

"You why? It hurt?" He asked me while looking at me with a look that ....

Ah ... If only he was good I would have melted being asked and stared at like that by one of the idol men in school.

"No, I'm fine. Already, you go home there! Why have you been here for so long? Your skin will burn again!" I said scare him. Who knows with my words he'll come home and stay away from me. I stared at the clear skin of his hands, more radiant than mine. It was envious of her skin that looked so well-groomed. Insecure me as a daughter, but naturally, she's a rich kid.

"Ah, yes it is. You tell me to go home, I'll go home," he said, standing up, not forgetting he had his bag on his shoulder.

"Bye. See you tomorrow's. Mentally prepare for me to bully again tomorrow!" I saw him waving his hand as he walked away from me.