Forced to Share a Bed
Facts Start to Reveal

Finally the time I was waiting for arrived. At three in less than eight minutes, Nia came into my room and brought the files I needed.

"This sir, how can I help you again?"

"No one, you can go." I immediately grabbed the pile of maps in a hurry.

After Nia left, I took the map from the quality division. Since her name started with the letter 'D' I had no trouble finding her name. Not feeling these lips suddenly smile when he saw his phone number. The number is ugly. Complicated numbers. But it's more complicated than her phone number.

What name do I save by? Seriously, confused.

Uh, why am I confused? After all, many female numbers are also on my HP. Dewipun has never commented so far. There are many numbers, female managers, secretaries, and others.

"okay."

I kept his name with the name 'Mu Hanin Quality Division.' Then I can't wait to call her right away.

His voice on the phone, like what? Is it as soft and soft as his sigh? Astaghfirullaah, what am I thinking?

I then hit my head. I called him by his private number. It's been ringing to four but not lifted. I called again for the third time. Stay unappointed. I clenched my hands. I was angry that my call was ignored.

"S I a l!" rutukla. Own upset.

"Wait, doesn't he like being called by a private number?" muttered.

Then I set non-private. Sure enough, on the third ring, he took my call. Before he said anything, my heart was already beating.

"Assalamu'alaikuum, hello," he said.

His voice was melodious, but a little hoarse, sounding like a sick person or just crying. For a moment I stared. I'm getting confused.

Wanna say what? I was nervous after hearing this cat.

"I'm sorry, who is this? What need is it? Hello, hello, uhhuk, uhhuk," he said again.

My mind grew increasingly confused, hearing him cough, suddenly seething with worry. Apparently, he's really sick. It could be that she was sick from her physical and inner trauma. Was he sick from last night?

"Because you didn't talk, sorry I closed the call, yeah."

I was shocked, but before I could say anything, he had actually ended my call.

Wh why? Why am I this weak in front of that woman?

I'm massaging my head back.

Was my decision to marry her the best course? And what about the Goddess? Wait, doesn't she want to get married just to get a widow's title? He said he expected nothing from this marriage.

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~Ten minutes later~

"Sir Zulfikar, here's the CCTV data. Someone I've ordered, come into my room and give me the data I want.

"Okay, thank you. Oiya, you've made sure the original data is deleted, right?"

"Already Sir. You do not have to worry, with money, everything is smooth. Oiya sir, this is just CCTV footage recording the elevator and room number 33. For at ballrolm and the receptionist, they asked for more money."

"For a while now. Not everything can be solved with money" I argue. Evidence exists. Yes, Hanin proved to not want money.

"I'm sorry sir."

"Yes" I replied briefly.

I opened the file with a bad feeling.

First, I saw a receptionist in the elevator. Oh, it turns out he came into my room. Eight minutes later he came out again.

I speeded up, until the time showed at half-nine p.m. Deg, my heart came back when I saw a woman in a long headscarf in the elevator. He rubbed his head a few times. Staggered path.

Haninese.

Yes, she is Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin. He continued to daydream in front of my room. Hanin looked at the room number like a drunk. Then he came in. Hotel room door closed. Five minutes later, the receptionist came back to my room.

He didn't do anything. Just stare at my door, then leave again. About twelve minutes later, a handsome man came into the room drunk. His long legs even walked zigzags.

Yeah, that guy is me. My heart was beating when I saw my figure go into the room. The more turbulent my chest when I saw the movement of seconds in the CCTV timer that recorded the room. At that time, in that room, it meant .. Hanin and I were ....

Without my being able to avoid it, my fantasy was filled with that incident. I covered my hair.

Wh why? Why am I more impressed to do the first night with another woman than with my own wife? Forgive me, Goddess ....

Yes, Hanin and Goddess are both still holy. But ... the cat .... She ... she is very ....

I even treated the body of the foreign woman very special, and somehow, while I slept with the Goddess, I did not want to do the same to the Goddess.

What kind of a man am I!

"ARGH."

'Shelves.'

The coffee cup broke along with my scream. Not broken because I'm screaming. But it broke because I threw it on the floor.

I hate this feeling. I know this is inappropriate. But I can't avoid it. I've seen and enjoyed her body. Then .. I can't forget.

"Hanin, why are you suddenly present in my life?"

"Hanin, I really, really hate you."

"Hanin, because of you I'm a sinner."

"Hanin, because of you my life is not comfortable anymore."

"Hanin, it was supposed to be that night .. We never met."

"Hanin, I'm sorry I met you."

"Hanine ...."

Like an insane person, I muttered alone. Until the end ....

"Allahuakbar Allahuakabar ...."

Adzan Ashar. As it turned out, I had spent a lot of time thinking about my problem and that cat. I need someone who can answer my ignorance.

I don't want to take any wrong steps. At the very least, I should be able to consider my steps in the future. I don't want to hurt the Goddess. But, I can't just let Hanin go either.

If it's true that he's a victim, it means. But I also will not stop collecting evidence.

I then changed my office clothes with a simple T-shirt. I hope that when the Ashar prayer congregates, no one recognizes me.

When employees recognize me, they often treat me in an exaggerated way. Told me to the front row, shake hands, introduce myself, and so on. It was that situation that made me uncomfortable.

In order for my disguise to be perfect, I equipped it with a mask.

After the congregational prayer, I plan to confide in Mr. Hasan about my problem. Mr. Hasan is a marbot in a company-owned mosque. He started working here since our company owns mushola.

When our company already has a large mosque so that it can be used for Friday prayers, Mr. Hasan was lined up by my papa to become a permanent marbot. That is, as long as Mr. Hasan is still able to do the job.

...~Tbc~...