Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

92. Aunt Ayu Dak Can Go Home!

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

I was confused actually, hoping to avoid Arga even now stuck with this situation, where now Gara is sitting on my lap. He smiled happily and ate voraciously. His face was not seen anymore.

We ate on the top floor of the mall. In a food court that has many visitors. We sat by the window. Because who chose this place, he said to be able to eat while looking at the car outside. In fact, now he eats with his back to the window because he wants to sit with me,

Because of greedily eating chicken krispi flour with happy, cheerful look like not before. Risma is the same. He ate as voraciously as Gara, occasionally he drank and went back to eating his food, while Arga was silent with both hands clinging to each other in front of his face, his elbows propped up on the edge of the table. Arga who was sitting next to Risma looked at me, uh, don't be piqued. There's a kid in my lap. Don't be too pity if he's looking at me. His kid. Yeah, he's just staring at his son!

You also eat dong, Yu," said Arga making me turn to him.

"Eh? Huh yeah?"

"You, eat!" said Arga again.

"Oh, yes. Later I will eat if Gara has finished eating," I said.

"Cara. Here with Papa. Let Aunty Ayu eat first," said Arga by moving his hand towards Gara. But Gara shook his head quickly. He hugged me tightly.

"Don't want to!" exclamation Gara. She pursed her lips until her cheeks bulged.

"Nah ...."

"Already, Ga. Let it. I'm not too hungry, I'll eat it at home with Mom, either" I said. Arga nodded with a face of guilt.

"You just eat, after all, because Gara is also calm," I told him. Arga now took the food in front of him, still intact because he had not touched it at all, but only he pulled it, then he kept it back to the middle of the table.

Risma and I looked at him at the same time. "Why?" my many. He just shook his head.

"Later. I'm not hungry either" he said. I went back to feed Gara, trying not to care about her.

"Don't kid!" exclaiming Gara while shaking his legs forward and backward. His body swayed with the movement of his feet.

"Then eat a lot." I persuaded. He nodded until his hair moved up and down.

The atmosphere out there is getting dimmer, the twilight sky is now spraying a beautiful shade of shade. The sun's almost sunken light painted a beautiful color in the clouds.

"Aunties. Aaaa!" I flinched as Gara called out to me and opened her mouth wide. The beautiful color of the afternoon shade that I rarely enjoy, now even memorable for me because I was here.

Ah, my goodness. What the hell am I thinking? The colors everywhere are the same. That's just your feeling, Yu!

I went back to feed Gara until the food ran out unceremoniously.

We walked out of the mall, Arga carrying Gara who is now sleepy. His eyes were red, but he tried to keep his eyes open. His hand held my hand until I had to walk with Arga. Because I don't want to let go, afraid if I go home he said.

"How about, Auntie lang first, huh?" my pamit to the boy. He shook his head. I looked at Arga and Risma.

"How come, Aunt Ayu has to go home, it's late, son." Arga tried to give understanding to the son, but again the boy shook his head.

"Don't want to. Garrlla wants Aunt Ayu!" the boy was angry.

"Nah ...."

Gara's cry became more and more so when the father tried to release his child's tiny hand.

"Ouch, Mas. Don't force. Poor Gara!" Risma held Arga's hand, forcing Gara's hand from me.

"Pity Gara, don't force it. He can not sleep well later," said Risma worried.

"Garlla doesn't want Aunt to come home!' yells tangs Gara. The atmosphere in the quiet basement is now echoing with the child's cries.

Gara's face flushed with a strong cry. Arga could stroke and pat the son on the back. He looks confused.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Yu. It's not usually like this. He's usually good" said Arga confusedly. Still crying, I wanted to let go of my hand.

"It's okay, he'll be better" I said.

"Cara. Good boy, right?" ask her. He shook his head.

"Sir, Garlla is not a good boy" he replied. I looked confused at Arga and also Risma. "Garlla wouldn't be a good kid if I didn't sleep with Auntie!" continued again.

"Eh?" Unaware I widened my eyes, hearing the words of this five-year-old. Ih, how could he say that? Funny he said he wouldn't be a good boy.

"Garlla wants to fuck Auntie!" he shouted, now the cry that had subsided a little again echoed.

We were dizzy because of this child, whether he was spoiled or was fussy, but Gara did not want to stop crying.

"Yes, can you ask for help?" ask Arga to me.

"Solicit what please?" I asked back.

"That's ... I have one request. Until I slept. Can you and Risma get in our car?" ask Arga to me. I stared confusedly at Risma. Risma nodded her head.

"Yes, Ma'am. Pity me for crying." Although it is true pity, but I am still confused by my current situation.

"It's nothing, Ma'am. La wong came out with me, too" said Risma. Uh, does he know what I'm thinking?

Akhinrya we walked to Arga's car, it was not far from where my motorbike was.

"Sorry, yeah. I'll drive you back here and drive you home" said Arga unpleasantly. Me and Risma and Arga are in the passenger seat. Gara is now lying on my lap. She is no longer crying, but is engrossed in her father's cell phone.

"It's okay, Mom. Relax, after all we also seneng Gara no longer cry." Risma smiled as she rubbed Gara's legs on her lap.

Arga smiled towards Risma.

"The way! Aunt Ayu's home, huh?" Now the man is talking to his son. Trying to persuade him once more.

"Dad!" exclaimed Gara, but his gaze did not he divert from the flat object in his hand.

"Yes, Ga. Until Gara is not fussy anymore, than he will cry," I said. Arga now smiled at me and said a word of thanks, then his body he turned to drive his vehicle out of the basement.