Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

97. Not Being a Sugar Baby

I got out of the car and immediately woke Risma up. The boy was hard enough to wake up so I had to shake his shoulder a few times.

"Later, it's still dawn!" delirium.

Arga chuckled at Risma who brushed my hand away.

"Ris, we're home, down? Shame this is a car man!" I speak a little loudly.

"Later, Sir!"

I looked at Arga, puzzled as to how to wake Risma who refused to wake up. Now that Arga is advancing, I retreat to give the man a place to wake Risma up.

It didn't take twice to wake the child, Risma instantly woke up as Arga shook her shoulders.

Oh my goodness, this kid. Why is it Arga's turn to wake up so easily?

"Have you arrived, Mother? Why not wake up Risma? Shame on waking up with Mas Arga!" said embarrassed. I glanced lazily at him, while Arga chuckled.

"Have woken up since then, but you don't want to wake up" I said annoyed.

"I didn't want to wake you. Not hearty, but if you do not wake up, later in thought kidnap girls people again," said Arga.

"Eh, but it's okay if the one who kidnapped the model Mas Arga gini. Don't mind, I'm!"

Oh gosh. This Risma ....

I pinched her waist until Risma grimaced in pain. Arga laughed looking at us.

"Thank you for bringing us home. Just leave the bike there, I'll bring it into the house. Thank you, sir," I told Arga and his driver.

"Either. I'm sorry you guys came home tonight. I went straight home, yeah. It's not good to see other people" said Arga. I nodded while Risma waved her hand as Arga and the driver got into the car.

"Next time I'll see you again, Mom!" risma exclaimed as the car started to drive away from us. Arga smiled at us. I reply with a nod of the head.

I hit Risma's arm that was still waving in the air while the car was already far away from us.

"No, there's no one either!" cercak. "You're home, it's night."

"Yes. Ma'am, Mas Arga handsome, yes Ma'am! "

"Hem, continues? You want to be with him? Later Mbak help deket with Arga," said me while approaching the bike.

"Ih, no Ma'am. Risma does not want to be the same Mas Arga, his age is too far the same Risma! Later if we walk people think Mas Arga Papa Sugar how? Or even the Risma that Baby Sugar thinks?" tanyakanya.

I turned to him to hear the term I just heard.

"What is Papa Sugar? Baby Sugar?" askapo!

Risma nudged my arm rough. "Wow, Ma'am Ayu kudet, deh. Never read an online novel like this! That's the term for Sugar Daddy and Sugar Baby, Mommy!" yells. I just stared at his explanation. It's been a long time in the world of authorship, but I don't know with the term Papa Sugar or Baby Sugar, if the sugar daddy and sugar baby anyway I know a long time ago.

"Oh ...."

"It's just, oh, is it?" risma asked in annoyance. "Banyakin read it, Ma'am. Exciting online novel, what a lag it's all that the title 'MY HUSBAND MARRIED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION', greget I read it! It feels like a mockery of her husband who married again and can not be fair with his wife!" risma said with anxiety.

"That's a big deal, Ma'am. There was a time yes, the man who said he loved his first wife, eh .. his second wife also bunting. And again yes, her mother-in-law ... Huhhh!!! Want to stay in aaargghh!" Risma moved her ten fingers moving like she was crushing something with her anxiety.

"Amit-amit, you have a mother-in-law like that!" risma said annoyed. I just laughed when I heard him say that. If he knows what I'm writing, huh?

"Here you go, you're home tonight" I told Risma.

"Don't read most online novels let alone household stories like that. You're not married yet" I remember. Risma just smiled shyly.

"Risma go home first, Ma'am. Thank you for bringing Risma!" he exclaimed, I nodded in response before Risma left.

"Eh yes, Ma'am. How Risma forgot." Risma returned after getting two steps.

"What?" my many.

"That's, Risma was willing to treat, this is even Mas Arga who treat," said the girl was not tasty. He took the money out of his bag and thrust it at me.

"Make a change of gasoline" he said shyly.

"Eh, don't." I pushed the bill, refused Risma's hand.

"Well, why not?"

"Don't do it, you go for a walk too" I told him.

"Ih, Ma'am. Risma's not good."

"It's okay. Make your snacks. Gasoline still exists. Then you can also wash your eyes," I said again with a smile.

"Risma, about us meeting Arga, don't billang with anyone, yes." I asked him.

"Loh, why?" risma asked confusedly.

I shook my head. "It's not good for the others to see or hear that we're being driven home to men at night" I said.

"Ohh," his head nodded. "Yes, ready!" Risma.

Risma felt bad because I rejected her. Finally the boy came home and I put my bike in the garage.

"You just got home?" ask Mom when I just got into the house.

"Yes, Mom. Mommy's not asleep?" I asked back.

"Wait for you, how come home for so long, I'm worried that there's nothing with you guys" said Mother.

"It's nothing, Mom. Usually if again in the shopping place at home, do not want to go home," I said while laughing. I just shook my head. I hope you don't ask any further.

"Mom ate?" my many.

"It has. I ate, you slept there. It's night," said Mother.

"Yes" I replied.

We went to each other's rooms.

I lay down on the bed after cleaning myself up. It feels tired, but it is also a pleasure to feel this heart. Maybe because these few months I just monotonous stay at home and no activity out. Pleasure and lightness.

The clock on the wall rang out ticking between the silent nights, His voice sounding clear without any other sound accompanying. Occasionally I hear a lizarding voice that is out of nowhere.

I still can't sleep. The accidental meeting with Gara turned out to bring me back to Arga. did not expect also if Arga was the father of the child. To be honest, I feel uncomfortable.

Arga's words made me unable to think well.

And I hope you don't change either. Be the strong Ayu I used to know.

Is he giving me support? Or ...

Ah, naw. Don't geer!