Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

61. Reasons Why I Don't Like

Warning: This is the chapter explaining why Ibu Ayu does not like Arga. Who does not like this part please skip it from long-winded comments (but indeed it is actually 🤣), rather than making badmood author, (Ish author is really fierce!). Whatever!! Than to strike no update😌 🤣🤣.

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"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.

I looked at him with annoyance. Sometimes you want to be like one of the characters in a TV series. With my gaze, I can make a hole in his back like Nyai-Hyai in white clothes who often fly-flying night-night. Ish, I was thinking about that. Serem thought of Nyai as well.

I was still silent on the sidewalk after Arga's departure. I suggested to myself that I could recover without using drugs. I don't know when, but I have to keep trying.

"Now!" The voice was heard again. I was still looking down, now staring at the same shoes as I had just seen a moment ago. A transparent plastic crisp bag he thrust at me.

"What's this?" I raised my head.

"Candy," he replied. He moved his hand again, then hinted with his chin for me to accept what he gave.

"Thank you" I said to him, grabbing the plastic from his hand, and there were two objects inside. A sheet of green medicine and a packet of bread.

"Ec ... I don't have any money. I'll change tomorrow, yeah."

"No need. You tomorrow-which tomorrow there's money to replace that drug! Just make a double so you don't starve!" she said then she left me there alone.

I was stunned to hear his words earlier. I understood what he meant, like saying 'because tomorrow we'll take your pocket money again'. Maybe that's what that means.

These eyes were still staring at his footsteps that were starting to drift away.

These lips bring a smile. No. I thought that arrogant, ignorant kid had just given me food and medicine. How did he know this was the medicine I often ate? And how did he know what pain I was?

I don't want to get dizzy. Immediately I ate the medicine with a sip. More delicious and recommended to be wiped than chewed or directly in swallow. After all, I also ran out of drinking water, while the bread he gave me put in the bag. It's not safe for me to eat while this stomach still hurts.

No matter how long, this stomach is more delicious. The pain gradually disappeared even though it was not one hundred percent healed. I can continue my journey home. Luckily the house is not too far from here. Just a kilo less, I could walk home. Arga and his group! I always walk home almost every day!

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Back to reality if it was just a memory. It didn't seem like I would remember the past with Arga again.

I looked at the mother who was getting more and more asleep. His smooth snoring was heard clearly in this silent night. The clock had shown me almost midnight, but drowsiness seemed reluctant to approach me.

Back I stared at the screen on my phone, so many photos of me with Arga dragged me back to the past.

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Ever since that incident, Arga has been getting better at me. A tad.

Every day, not nearly, but every day he would come to my class to take his allotment. Yes after that incident I no longer want to feel pain and ended up late coming home. I was worried when I arrived home in the afternoon.

I don't understand why with him. Did he never eat breakfast at home? He was so good at eating my food.

The real difference is that he comes every morning to class and eats my food, he said. Other people's gazes at me began to change because he just walked into the classroom and suddenly opened my bag without permission. What a man who has no manners! She sat down beside me and not caring about the other person's gaze she started eating slowly.

Whispers with satirical tones are often heard, especially from students who become idols. Arga has its own fans. In fact, I heard they created a group on a green messaging app called Arga Lover.

"I like you, Ayu!" He shouted out loudly in front of many students that time. I was stunned to hear him say that. I can't believe it, but he convinced me in front of a lot of people.

Sweetie?

A romance?

The thing that a lot of girls want when someone they like expresses love, but not me. I'm shy. Very embarrassed at that time. I didn't expect him to like me and express his feelings in front of everyone.

For a while I knew him, I had a taste too, but I guess there was still a little. It's just that I'm happy to be close to him. Love monkey, maybe. Haha. And I think because we meet so often. Diana used to mock me, hate being in love. It's probable. I didn't understand the love of that time, just happy to be close to him. That extent.

Arga says she likes to fuck me because I'm often alone in class, if not with Diana I'd rather be alone. She also explained with her feelings back then, wanting to be close to me and wanting to get to know me, but because she saw me who often shied away from the students so she approached me in a way that bothered me. It's strange!

Our relationship has been good for almost a year. I also know Arga well enough because I've taken me home several times.

We plan to continue this relationship for a long time, until college and also until marriage. At least we had the same dream back then. Until that time ....

An Arga friend picked me up, he said Arga told him to. We went to an apartment and sure enough Arga was there, it turned out that his friend was lying to me. Arga didn't tell him, but his friend told us it was a surprise because Arga looked sad these days and he said he wanted to restore Arga's mood by bringing me in.

Some people were there, I didn't really know him. Men and women are now with some drinks on the table.

They offered me, I didn't want to. As stupid as I was, looking at a bottle like that, I suspected that it was no ordinary drink. I also refuse anything they offer.

Me and Arga ended up just chatting normally, not caring about anyone else that I myself was embarrassed to see. Although physical contact is limited to kissing, but they are not ashamed to be seen by others.

The door of the room was suddenly forcefully opened from the outside, making us all turn our heads in the same direction. A couple of people in police uniforms came into the room, pointing a gun at us, making a noise in the room.

Some of the others came in and arrested us all, including me. I was shocked and also scared, I tried to rebel, not knowing what was going on. Only the police's words clearly state that there's a drug party here.

Long story short, we were forcibly taken to the police station. Although I said I didn't participate in the party, but I was there. It's free for me to cry until I'm tired, they don't listen to me.

Our guardians come one by one, not least Father and Mother. At that time, I was still there, not sick. I'm angry, Mom is the same. Didn't expect her daughter to be in a party like that. I explained to Mom and Dad, but they didn't believe it until there was evidence. It was only after the evidence of negative urine test results that Mom and Dad could breathe with relief, but as a result Mother and Father did not allow me to connect with Arga again. He was a bad influence on me.

I cried as Mom and Dad talked to Arga about it, telling her to stay away from me. This is a really hard thing for me. I saw Arga also teary-eyed looking at me silently. His eyes seemed to say sorry.

Arriving home, Mom and Dad advised me. About what would happen if I was still in contact with Arga. The good young man turned out to be bad at his back, but I'm sure he did that because he was lonely, lacking the attention he should still get.

The days at school I spent lonely. Arga was never seen again. Some say he was expelled. Some say he was rehabilitated. Some say he was taken abroad by his father. Since then, I don't know anything else. Only quiet in my heart that I mourn and always accompanied by prayers for him, hopefully he is happy and become a better person again.

There was no word from him and I did not try to contact him, at the request of Mother and Father who begged me not to get in touch with him. I tried to forget him who was difficult for me to forget, until I finally met the figure of Mas Hilman when entering college.

Maybe that's why when Mom heard I met Arga, I was afraid I'd be the way I used to be. Afraid that Arga would affect me, even though I explained it first, if Arga never brought me to that place. He never affected me with anything negative. Even as long as we were dating, she always respected me. Never break the boundaries.

Already, it's all just the past. Arga's not real, because now he's not in front of me, but real Mom's fear will be my guilt. We have our own lives now, too.

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This chapter of explanation. Sorry to be born and inward

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