Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

94. Buy One Get One Free

My chaotic past has left me in the world of medicine, so I have to rehabilitate. I told papa I'm not an active user. I can still refrain from taking the drugs, but papa does not believe me and put me into rehab, after which papa sent me to grandfather's place. From there, I never met Ayu again, all limited by papa, including not allowing me to have a cell phone.

The shadow of guilt towards Ayu and also the longing that mounts, frustrating me, but grandfather always encourages me, if the soul mate is not going anywhere. And I promise after that, I'll get better later and I'll catch up with Ayu again. But I was late. When I found out about Ayu, this woman was already married to a man named Hilman.

Never mind, it broke my heart until I decided to go back to Papa and be a good boy. Married the woman Papa chose who fortunately over time I could love her even though it was too late. Haifa, died giving birth to Gara, and it became my regret that I was so late to love her.

Haifa, the sweet girl who was very patient with me, who took care of me when I was sick, who always smiled even though I was cute, but she was sincere and willing to sacrifice her life for Gara. If I knew the pain he was suffering, I would definitely try to treat him. Honey, Haifa preferred to be quiet so that me or my family would not tell her to abort Gara while she was in the womb. My poor wife.

I'm still driving, I don't know where. Only measure the road at moderate speed. It looks so happy back there. Her lips continued to babble with everything she had ever experienced, both at school and at home. I've never seen a Gara like this. Very cheerful with a cheerful tone.

Sometimes those behind laughed. I glanced at them from the rearview mirror that was in front of me, but it was clearer what I saw was Ayu. I haven't seen him laugh like that in a long time.

For almost an hour, Gara continued to talk and Ayu or the young girl responded patiently, until finally she could no longer hear Gara's voice.

"What's the reason for sleeping?" ask me slowly to Ayu without looking over.

"Yes, Gara is asleep, "he replied from behind.

"Sorry, yeah. So trouble you and Risma. I'm so sorry," I said unkindly.

"Already, Ga. It'sit's okay. Now how's this?" ask Ayu.

"I'm gonna drive you back to the mall, sorry that you're so late for us."

"It's okay, Mom. But what if Mas takes us back to the mall? Because he was left alone in the back seat? It's a pity that you fell, Mas. Mending if Mas house is not far to take Gara home first, deh. It just brought us back to the mall," said Risma. It's true because it could have fallen if left behind, he never calmed his sleep.

"Em .. it's okay. If you go to our house first you can go home more nights," I said more and more heartless.

"It's okay, Ga. Well, said Risma. Because it can fall if you stay behind. We'll take you home first." Ayu spoke up to make me look at her from the rearview mirror.

"Eh, but what are you guys doing? It's gonna be eight o'clock."

"Nothing, business later. Besides pity because if it falls." Ayu spoke again.

"Yes, deh. Thank you so much, I'll be quick then." I immediately drove the car towards the house, not far away, only about twenty-five minutes from here. Especially with a vehicle that is not so crowded, it may be reached even faster.

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"I'll take you home" I said when Ayu was near me. He simply nodded before closing the door of Gara's room.

I called Nira to look after Gara, afraid that the boy would cry.

"Mama's asleep?" I asked Nira.

"Already, sir."

"I'd like to deliver Madam Ayu first. You take care of me and look at Gara every once in a while, yeah." My love to Nira.

"Good, sir." Nira looked down before I passed away from her.

Ever since she married Haifa, she's been talking about a mother's sacrifice. About the warm and amazing affection of a mother makes me want to get back close to Mama.

All the thoughts about Mama leaving us in the past I'm happy about, it's all because of Papa's harsh nature, making Mama leave us. Papa who always blamed Mama's departure, I ignored her again when she said Mama's mistake. I'm an adult and I also know what's wrong and right. Now Papa never talks about it again, because I don't care anymore.

I also want to feel the affection of Mama even though now the condition of Mama sometimes forgets me. As a result of age and also the trauma that Mama suffered made Mama sometimes do not recognize me, but Mama still recognize Gara.

"Risma, we're home!" Take Ayu to the neighbor's child who still enjoys the atmosphere of the park in front of the house.

"Now, Ma'am?" ask the girl.

"Yes, now."

Risma caught up with us and got into the car. I deliberately brought the driver to help bring Ayu's motorbike later. Let Ayu and Risma deliver the car. It was unethical to leave them after helping to calm Gara down earlier.

We were just quiet on the way to the mall to pick up the bike. It felt really awkward to start a conversation with these two women.

Every now and then Risma is heard talking to Ayu. And I only heard Ayu answer without being able to glance at her from the rearview mirror. Huh, what a pity.

"Mas Arga, it has been a long time widower, later if Mbak Ayu finished the iddah period, the same Mbak Ayu aja. Because it also seems happy with Mbak Ayu. You guys seem to fit in anyway, Risma saw!" exclaim the boy with a ruckus. I turned my face towards the window.it felt strange in my chest when I heard it.

"Risma! You're nothing, anyway. Not polite!" Ayu's voice was heard warning the girl, with a whisper of course, but I could hear her clearly.

"Hehe, Risma just issued an opinion, Ma'am. Rather than Mba himself, Mas Arga was also alone. Anyway if Mbak same Mas Arga, sorry-sorry yes, Ma'am. Kan Mas Arga sebet. If in the mall, the term buy one get one free."