Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

99. The Unknown Number

"I'm serious, Yu. If you are married you do not need work, you can take care of Mom at home" said Diana.

I paused for a moment, it was true what Diana said, but my newly widowed days were getting married again in such a fast time.

"Just talk to singles!" pissed me.

"Asking for advice to work instead told me to get married again!" Diana snorted in the distance.

"You better talk to me again with Mom. If you agree, then I'll help you find information from some of my friends" he said. I smiled happily at her words that would help me.

"Yes, thank you very much, Di."

Before long we chatted, because someone came to buy cigarettes and coffee. Diana will also continue watching the show.

"Mbak Ayu, have you got a candidate yet?" ask a young man I know by the name of Rahman. He smiled as he moved both of his eyebrows up and down quickly, a young man who was known to be stingy and annoying.

"What do you want to ask?" I answered tightly, I handed him some of his change.

"Just like me? Kebelet is married, but no one wants to. We're both single, we can dong deket!" she smiled with a grimace. In terms of face is not bad too, quite in my opinion, just stay in tidying up a little hair and also its appearance. Eyes slightly narrow and a sweet smile. However, the nature of his rancor and his mouth that sometimes sounds annoying to most people makes people here ignore him.

"Gak ah, thank you. Want to be alone first," I told him. Rahman pursed his lips, but did not make him funny at all.

"Well, Ma'am Ayu, that's it. Than we are both alone. In addition, if Mbak Ayu married if I have to protect, there are those who take care, there are those who love money too," he said.

"Rahman, marriage is not just a guard, protect, love money, but also a matter of the heart!" my speech.1

"Some of our ages are much different. That ma'am is the same age as your first brother!" say it to him again.

"Why indeed? Don't bring age, Mother. The proof is that there are many male couples whose wives are older, but can be harmonious!" rahman. I shook my head to hear this young man.

"Yes, Mommy? Want to be with Aa Rahman?" ask him again.

"Dedek, not Aa! Besides our distant age, Ma'am has also been married. Doesn't suit you bachelors!" cercak.

"Yes, it's up to Mbak Ayu, want to call Aa or Dedek, the important thing is that we can be together later. If you ever got married, why? Many artists are also married to widows or widows who differ in age quite far. Especially if Mbak Ayu is the same as me, it is not the experience of Mbak Ayu, so I can be guided on the first night. No need to bother watching a movie first if you want to exercise at night," he said tenaciously while smiling shyly.

I patted my forehead pretty hard.

"Don't hit his forehead, it hurts. Here, let Dedek Rahman swipe!" said Rahman, his hands stretched out through the storefront, but soon I patted slowly.

"Udah, Rahman's home, yes. Don't bother Ma'am. Ma'am wants to close the stall, it's late at night. It's also sleepy!" I said to throw it away smoothly.

"Okay, don't forget to think about my offer, ma'am. I wait for the answer, loh. Don't think about it for long!" he said then moved his eyebrows up and down before leaving me.

Astagfirullah, what should I do with the boy?

After Rahman left, I immediately closed my stall. Besides not wanting him to come again also because the road looks deserted. I closed the stall by pulling the folding door and locking it from the inside.

One notif visible on hpku. I don't know from whom, because it's just a number and there's no profile picture at all.

[How are you?] That was the only message he sent.

I didn't answer that. Afraid if it is a prankster again, because it was from yesterday a lot of people who fad stray to my number.

I left that number without even returning it. I continue my unfinished work.

Trings.

One more note sounded curious to me.

I opened the message and found a picture of a boy on my phone. The gara?

I looked at the picture of the boy smiling very broadly. Also glued because I did not think it was a message from Arga's number. How does he know my number?

[Sorry, if I'm disturbed. Because I want to send this photo to you.] Write a message on the screen hp.

I still stared at the writing and the picture of the boy still on the screen. Her smile is beautiful.

[Where do you know my number?] ask me to answer that message.

Not a reply to the message again, but a phone call I got from the foreign number. I hesitated to answer him, but the call was long and like I was hoping to pick up.

"Dash? Sorry, this ... Because I want to talk to you. What can? She's a little fussy tonight" asked the voice of the man across the street. My heart became strange when I heard that voice. It beats faster.

"Aante!!" The voice of the little boy sounded very cheerful across the street as I was about to answer.

"Why?"

"Yes, it's Garrllaa!" Shouts again.

"Aunty when will we meet again? Garlla kangen!" yells. His breath was like a man who had run.

Uh, I was confused to answer. It's like an impromptu attack to hear Gara's voice from the phone, even though I don't know and feel like I don't keep Arga's number on my phone.

"Yes, Honey. Auntie is also kangen. When can we see you again?" I asked. I miss that handsome boy, but I am also confused as to what to say. I don't want to be near or thought to be close to another man for now. Maybe a little bit of lying to Gara would calm the kid down.

Our chat was of course typical of small children, adjusting to the questions and answers that Gara asked me. I answered him with a thumping heart. The reason .. I don't know. Is it because now I know that Gara is the son of Arga?

Ah gosh.

"Tante, sometime Garrlla wants to bob again with Auntie huh?"