Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

95. You Must Be Careful

Pov Ayu's.

"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."

Astaghfirullah, my goodness this Risma. Can't he keep his word? Ow hell! I am so ashamed of Arga!

"Risma, it's ah. Shame on not talking again!" I told him while glaring sharply.

"Oh, you're so embarrassed why? I'm not wrong, is that the term?" Risma spoke once again, making this cheek feel red from embarrassment, especially to Arga and the driver who was beside her.

"Ssttt, already. The more you talk! Quiet down!" bentakku slowly. Risma just smiled while showing her two V-shaped fingers.

After that came back the silence that struck inside this car. Arga was also silent, while Risma played her phone without a sound.

I'm not feeling good about Arga.

We reached the basement of the mall that we had been to. It's been a little quiet since it's almost nine in the evening. Arga's car stopped near my parked motorcycle.

"Where's the key?" Arga twisted his body while raising his hand.

"Eh? What's?" many confused.

"This is your motorbike key, let Mr. Umar carry the bike. You and Risma I drive you home," said Arga, his hand still hanging in the air asking for the key.

"Eh, no need. We go home alone, " I said.

"Yes, don't make me feel guilty. I've taken a lot of your time, and it's also late. I don't want to think about letting you go home alone" he said in a steady tone. I was trembling a little because he was looking at me like that.

Arga lowered his gaze, making me relieved. Soon I took the keys to the bike and I handed them to him.

"Sir Umar, please take the bike. follow me from behind, yes." Arga handed the motor key to the middle-aged man. Immediately Mr. Umar got out of the car and headed towards my motorcycle.

Arga switched to the driver's seat. He waited for Mr. Umar to turn on the motor, then turn the car back on.

"Em ... do any of you want in front? It was so strange that I was alone" said the man looking at me and Risma alternately. I looked at Risma, she was yawning widely while covering her mouth.

"Mbak Ayu only, it is. I'm sleepy if you can't fall in front," said Risma quickly before I spoke. Oh my goodness this boy.

Arga looked at me. I was confused. Had hoped Risma would move in front, but this child instead said sleepy and reason want to fall.

"Ah, it's good to fall down!" The sound behind me sounded irritating, as I glanced, sure enough that he was lying down filling the passenger seat in the back. Duh, this kid is just embarrassing!

"Yes, if it's good to fall, just fall asleep. Secure yourself," said Arga. He supports Risma.

"It's okay, yes Mas, I'm lying down. It's so sleepy, it's nice in the car, so it's!"

Arga only chuckled at hearing Risma say that. I threw away the face that was already heating up in shame with the child's behavior, looking outwards was indeed better than being with this man.

The car slowly left the basement. Behind Mr. Umar took my bike.

"Thank you, yeah. Already wanted to calm Gara," he said making me look at him.

"Eh, yes. You're welcome" I replied.

"I'm confused, where did you meet until Gara always told me about Auntie Baik?" ask Arga.

I'm embarrassed because Gara called me that name.

"Em, we accidentally met in the park" I replied briefly.

"Ooh, it's worth it. He said you bribe him and take him to school" Arga said.

Uh, if Gara says I'm feeding and going to school, doesn't that mean he should have the answer to where we met? It seems impossible not to ask that.

"Yes, I'll take her to school" I replied. There was no more talk between us until the roar of a smooth car engine and the sometimes rough breath of Risma. I looked back, he had already fallen asleep to dreamland, his eyes closed.

"Yes, have you separated from your husband?" ask Gara. Duh, this must be because of Risma's words earlier.

"Yes." Yeah." I don't want to be evasive, this is the truth.

"Are you unhappy with your husband?" ask again.

I was silent for a moment, confused as to what.

"Sorry, you don't have to answer. I'm sorry for being so lazy" he said.

"You must be more careful, because with you living alone, more trials and temptations come close to you. Especially the men. You have to be careful, yeah."