Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

91. Because I Don't Want to Eat

"Howdy!"

I gasped when someone hugged the child who was with me. Immediately I stood up for fear that it was a stranger who would do evil.

"Mom!" The voice I know. Risma walked over with her bag of groceries, making me not step foot.

"Have you met Gara's father?" tannya

"Eh? Gara's Dad?" I asked back.

"That!" Appoint Risma by using her chin on the figure who is now kissing the face of the son.

Abaghfirullah, because he was thinking about other things to forget that maybe the last one was Gara's father. My mind is everywhere.

"That's Gara's father?" I asked Risma.

"Hooh, he's Gara's father. I made sure too. There are many photos of Gara in his hape from the flu Gara baby," said Risma. I breathed with relief. Thank goodness if he is indeed Gara's father, fear of people who only confess with evil purposes.

"The father is Gara, handsome, Ma'am!" risma exclaimed, but she whispered near me while glancing towards my back.

"Heh, you know what's good?" my cock. Risma just misgivings about getting such a phrase from me.

"Aante! It's Papa!" screamed from behind. I turned my head, seeing that Gara was now pulling the hand of the father towards me.

At once this heart seemed to stop beating when it saw someone who was there. He was also as fixated on looking at me, but his footsteps were still following the son who was still pulling his hand.

"Looky right, Ma'am?" Risma asked, still whispering while elbowing my arm. However, I just fell silent and could not say anything to answer it.

"Father! It's Good Auntie!" exclaiming Gara shouted as she grabbed my hand and shook it right and left, making my consciousness now return.

"Papa, take Aunt home! Bring Aunt home!" yelled again, I was surprised to hear that. He then whined after it.

The man now turned his gaze away from me and crouched down, equalizing his height with the son.

"Gara, it's not good to talk like that" he said gently pointing right in front of Gara's face, warning his son. He then carried Gara in front of his body.

Gara's face looks flushed with lips that throb almost crying. The little boy looked at me with teary eyes, then chose to hug his neck tightly. Now shut up, no longer talking like that.

Gara's father smiled at me, one hand gently patting the son's shoulder.

"Dye. Thank you for finding Gara" he told me.

I was still fixated on looking at him, more confused and also did not expect if the man in front of me was Arga. Arga was my ex-boyfriend in high school. Oh my God, what is this really? Why ....

I think I love Gara, but why is Gara Arga's son? Oh my God, their names are almost the same, just stay back and forth. Gara-Arga.

"Terma. I was confused looking for Gara. He just ran away from me. Thank you, Yu. Ma'am," he told me again then to Risma.

"Eh, yes, Mas. You're welcome." Risma smiled at Arga while nodding her head.

"Same mother Ayu already know, anyway?" asked Risma in a confused tone.

"Friends," I said, cutting off Arga's words. Arga's face stopped his smile.

"Yes, we're old friends" replied Arga. For some reason, hearing the word 'friend' from him my heart felt pinched. What is this, God. What's with my heart? Don't tell me I still have feelings for him!

"Oh, it turns out to be an old friend. Very lucky yes, because it was found the same Sister Ayu. Try if found by someone who is not responsible, can be kidnapped because. Because of his handsome like his father," said Risma. I turned to look at Risma who could talk like that, although she was, it was true. Risma smiled smiling still did not take her eyes off Arga while Arga just chuckled in embarrassment.

I grabbed Risma's arm, the smile that had been on her lips was now receding. He smiled shyly at me.

"It's true, Ma'am. His handsome son turned out to be his father's descendant. His wife must also be beautiful if her son is handsome gini," said Risma again.

Arga gave a small smile, looking sad in the look of his face. "The mother is gone" replied Arga.

Risma closed her mouth in disbelief, feeling guilty hearing the words from this man with widower status.

"Yes, geez! I'm sorry, Mas. I don't know," said Risma is not good. Arga smiled and shook his head.

"It's okay. You guys are shopping?" arga asked us, but his gaze was on me.

"Yes" answered Risma. "I asked Mbak Ayu between shopping," he continued.

Because now still silent on the shoulder of the father, he was seen tightening his embrace on the neck of Arga.

"We're done. Pamit first, yeah." I talked to Arga, he just nodded his head.

"Once again thank you for finding Gara" he said. I nodded, then approached towards Gara and stroked his back.

"How about, Auntie go home first, yeah." My interest in the little boy. Because just being quiet, he didn't look at all, making me feel sad.

"Arga, we go home first" I told Arga. He nodded his head while stroking Arga's head fondly.

Risma and I left Arga and Gara in that place, it feels sad also if the child who was with us was even indifferent like that. My race to Gara can not be described, I don't know what, but it feels very different from when I see other children who are the same age as Gara.

I looked at where Arga was, but he was no longer there. My race is getting less and less, whether it's because of Gara or ....

Ah no! Don't make.

After all, I also disagree with Arga, remembering the first conversation when Mas Hilman came and said he saw me walk with another man. Mom said she disagreed.

Risma and I waited for the elevator door to open, tiredness made me invite Risma to come down by using the elevator alone.

"Juice!" Someone's voice calls. Risma and I looked at each other at the same time.

Arga came with Gara in his arms, this time looking up and down Gara's shoulders and sounding his little prank. His head was still on his father's shoulder

"I'm sorry. Can you accompany us for a while to eat? Arga hasn't eaten since noon, and he doesn't want to eat if he's not with you" Gara said. His breathing was a little stingy, like he had just run.

I turned to look at Risma, but the boy came closer to Gara and stroked his head.

"Other pity. Ma'am, pity Gara, Ma'am!" Risma.