Forced to Share a Bed
The Mission's

He's still asleep. I woke him up repeatedly. The alarm on his phone was deliberately not turned off so that he woke up soon. But the alarm was like it had no effect at all.

"Sir, bolus! It's five o'clock. I haven't had a bath, I haven't prayed in Fajr, I haven't had breakfast. Isn't it half-six to go to Jakarta?" I shook his shoulder for the umpteenth time.

"Hmm, sleepy baby, just in a minute, two minutes. No-no, five more minutes" he replied. His body is still plain. That's why I didn't dare to open the blanket.

"Geez sir, you said there was an important meeting, right? Get up!" Now, I forced her to open her eyes.

"Seriously, still sleepy baby." He hugged me instead.

As for me, I've been up from four o'clock. Have bathed, prayed, njai, and had time to go to the kitchen to eat fried bananas.

There are a lot of people in the kitchen. There's a son too. He said he was given permission to go home until ten in the morning. Mr. Sabil, his friend, and Dr. Rahmipun had gathered in the kitchen. Sister Listi, said doctor Rahmi, after the Fajr prayer sleep again.

"How can I wake you up? Should I water?"

"Sleepy heavy darling. Seriously, these eyes feel like they're glued. I'm tired too, baby. Last night 'there was too much energy I put out to make you happy. Who hugged last night, kept asking again, hmm?" katilah.

"What?! Sir, I do hug you. But I don't feel like asking anymore. Don't blame last night for not waking up" I deny.

"Hmm, obviously you asked for it, you held onto me, right? If you don't want to, why kiss me and hold everything?" ocehniah. But his eyes remained closed.

"Issh, yes. Okay, please assume. But, it could be that you don't want to wake up because of the devil."

"That's satan?"

"Yes, Sir. According to the hadith, Satan made three ties at the nape of the head of one of the sleeper. Then, he hit every bonding spot and said, 'Night is still long, then sleep!' When the man wakes up and calls his name, he will be separated from the bond. When the person abides, there will be one more bond. When the man prays, the whole bond is broken" I explained.

Good, Mr. Zulfikar is starting to open his eyes.

"The man who prays and prays will pass through the morning with good spirit and soul. On the contrary, if the person stays asleep, then he will pass through the morning in a state of ugly and lazy soul."

Now he began to squirm, then opened the blanket to the limit of the stomach.

"Sir, Fajr is one of the most special times of the year. There will be many temptations when you want to wake up at dawn. Satan does not like us to perform congregational Fajr prayers. If I've made every effort to wake you up, but you still have a hard time getting up, beware! No, that's a sign you've been pissed off by demons."

"What?! Pissed demon! It can't be!" his yell.

Then sit down and cover her body with a blanket. I smile. Eventually, he also woke her up.

"Okay, I'm up. But, you accompany me to take a bath, baby," he asked as he went to get a towel.

"Good." There is no other answer but obedience.

"You also changed the clothes with a towel dong dear."

"W-what? I-I've had a shower, sir."

"Honey," she looked.

"Mmm, fine."

Finally, too. I followed her into the bathroom with an erratic feeling. Will last night happen again?

"Just take a shower, right, sir?"

"We'll see, baby" he replied.

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"What?! Goddess fever? Since when, Ma?"

"...."

I was drying my hair, too, and was surprised. After the dawn prayer, Mr. Zulfikar received a call from Bu Yuze.

"His personal doctor didn't come to our house? The goddess has a personal doctor, Ma. Still the goddess, her name is Doctor Edward."

"...."

"What?! Yeah, where's Dewinya? I want to talk to him."

I'm not commenting. Stay focused on drying my hair. I should never have my hair dried again. But, because of accompanying him to take a shower, something happened without me avoiding it and obliging me to return to shampooing.

"Wi, please, don't make my mom and dad panic! You go to the clinic yeah, or for a while, before Edward's doctor comes, you take paracetamol first. Paracetamol is safe 'kok for pregnant women."

"...."

"Wi, Mas went to Bandung because he had to explain the chronology of the kidnapping to his brother and umin Hanin. I also have to make sure and convince the Hanin family not to worry about this matter anymore. I'd do the same thing if the one she kidnapped was you."

"...."

"It is Wi, I still forgive your attitude because you are pregnant with my child. But, if your childish attitude continues, I won't allow you to stay at papa's mama's house anymore. Understood?"

"...."

"Wi, Hanin was sick, too, but not as messy as you. He went to the clinic himself to seek treatment without anyone's help. I often don't even know she's sick. That's because he's not spoiled like you. He's a lot more mature than you. In fact, in terms of age you are older."

"...."

"Hallo's? Astaghfirullah, Goddess," he said. Throwing his phone on the bed.

"Patience" I said.

I approached and rubbed his shoulder. Mr. Zulfikar sighed while looking at my face. Then look me in the eye. At the ends, his gaze shifted and focused onto my lips. I spontaneously closed it.

"Luckily, there are you who always make my mind calm." While rubbing my face.

"Then, actually, I agreed to marry you out of pity. But, on the first day I became your husband, the desire to divorce you instantly disappeared. The next day, I got addicted to your body and your cooking which I thought was delicious and fitting on my tongue. When I'm alone, I often stare at your photos and imagine your sweet smile." Still in a state of stroking my face.

"Either on what day, I feel that you are my soul mate" he concluded.

It ended by gently pushing my shoulder to lean against the wall, after my back had stuck to the wall, unexpectedly, she grabbed my lips just like that. At first, I was surprised that these eyes widened.

However, moments later, I reflexively closed my eyes, grabbed her by the neck, then returned the treatment in my own way. Whether this is what I have several times, he does not seem to know the word bored. My lips were even numb because he visited too often.

'Tok, tock, tock.'

"Assalamu'alaikuum. Strange, Teteeh."

It's the Son's voice. We also had to remove the link. Mr. Zulfikar scratched his head with a smile.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam."

"I'm the one who opens the door, baby. I haven't met the Son yet." He rushed to open the door. I got ready, put on the hijab, then caught up with her.

"Son? Ye? 'Cock too fast?"

Mr. Zulfikar immediately embraced the Son and raised the height of the Son with his height.

"I grew up, Mom. Not to the side" he said.

Since when did the Son call him 'Mas?' Yes, whatever, it's up to the Son.

"What's wrong, A? You're messing with Teteh, you know," my lead.

"What else is Teteh the same as Mas?"

"You're a kid, you don't need to know." Mr. Zulfikar patted the Son's shoulder.

"I came here to tell Abah. Everyone was at the gathering for breakfast together. 'Well, Mas the same Tete even in the room continues."

"Hahaha, I'm going to Jakarta again. Keep on, do you want Mas to stay for a while. So, Mas must have stock miss and love."

"Sir, what's the word? Don't talk about weird things with the Son, "my barrel.

"Nothing weird, 'cook, Tea. Me and Mas Zul are familiar. If in the cottage there is a schedule can hold HP, I often exchange messages with Mas Zul."

"You heard, didn't you, sweetheart? If Putra wants to, Mas will bear all the expenses of his college Putra. A What does the son want to be? The doctor? The officer? THE TNI? A lawyer? The pilot? Anything can."

"He wants to be a preacher, Mas. The plan, want to take the scholarship test to be able to study in Morocco."

"Gee, your ideals are very noble. All right, Mas will take care of all your needs while in Morocco."

"If you graduate, Mom. Not necessarily, I'm not sure. His rival was heavy, all he received were a few people."

"Must be sure dong. A Son can. The spirit!" yells.

"If you don't graduate, I want to study in Jakarta so you can take care of Teteh."

"That's a good idea, too. If you are majoring in economic management, computer, IT, or administration, you can intern at Mas company."

"InshaaAllah, I majored in tarbiyah, Mas. I want to be a teacher like Abah. Hehehe, want to be abah's successor."

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"It's true I've been waiting for you, Neng. If I were a stick, it would have been plastered" said Sister Listi, as I, Son and Mr. Zulfikar arrived in the kitchen.

"Not to be concerned, Neng. He ate first, 'kok, '" explained Dr. Rahmi.

"Yes, Ma'am, Mr. Zulfikar, I have eaten too. Because, at 9 o'clock must face the Commander," explained Mr. Sabil.

"It's okay, I get it. I'm sorry if my delay hinders Mr. Sabil's activities."

"Not at all, sir. Please allow us to return early. Thank you that Abah and Ummi have received and entertained us kindly and kindly," added Mr. Sabil. I don't know what his name is. Because, from yesterday, they didn't wear police uniforms.

"Change the thank you. Due to Mr. Sabil and the hard work of the Bareskrim Metro members, the kidnapping could be thwarted. Abah is very grateful that Daini survived. Abah can't pay it back. Can only pray that all members of Bareskrim, especially those involved in yesterday's operation, will be rewarded abundantly."

"Aamiin," said everyone. Chorused.

Finally, Mr. Sabil and his friend said goodbye. Furthermore, after Zulfikar and I had breakfast, Brother Listipun said goodbye.

At exactly 07.10 WIB, I let Mr. Zulfikar go to Jakarta.

There was a feeling of sadness, however, I tried hard and did not cry. I wanted to prove to him that I was okay even without him by my side. But, when the car disappeared from my sight, these tears trickled down.

I immediately ran to my room and forbade Dr. Rahmi who was about to follow.

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Yes, I can stand on my own feet and my family even without the frills of the Antasena clan. But I already loved him.

Then today, after praying, I suddenly felt sincere if I had to share a bed for the rest of my life. Sharing a bed with the Goddess, or with other women.

Wh why?

Why is this love in my chest so hard to understand? I looked, but found no answer.

I hugged his pillow while asleep. The smell of her hair oil is still lingering. Then I thought back to all the wonderful things that happened last night. His treatment of me, so sweet, gentle and impressive.

Love is complicated, which is why I am determined to keep this heart safe and not fragile.

Today, I believe that the concept of true love will be present when I keep my mind and heart clean and healthy. Because I think the ability to find true love will come from the way we give or share love with others.

I cannot be overwhelmed by worldly love. For worldly love is like an ocean. The ocean has a surface and brimmed. The surface of the ocean can be grabbed and touched.

Divine love is like the sky, so high and limitless. No matter how tall I want to touch the sky, I won't be able to find the end. Divine love transcends all worldly love relationships, and divine love encompasses all existing love relationships in this world.

"Neng Daini, can I come in?" Doctor Rahmi disperse my daydreams.

"Just go in, Doc. Unlocked," I said.

Doctor Rahmi enters while carrying books and notes.

"What do we want to learn, Doc?"

"Pregnant gymnastics theory, Neng. Practically later if Neng Daini's gestational age is 24 weeks or 28 weeks."

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Zulfikar Saga Antasena

I can't even attend Hanin's four-monthly event.

"I'm sorry, honey. I can't go to Bandung, I'm busy taking care of the company and also have to fulfill the police call regarding the events and cases that have happened to my family lately. From the brake blong case that almost took my life, my papa became a hit-and-run victim, to your kidnapping case."

I can just call him and apologize.

"It's okay, sir." His voice sounded soft, he must be sad.

"I'm sorry because last weekend didn't come back to Bandung. Suddenly there's a meeting, baby. In fact, I miss you so much, and miss our future children so much."

"It's okay, sir." Again, that was just the word he said.

"Darling, can't you say another sentence? Don't you miss me? We haven't seen each other in person in a long time. Do you know what? If every night I can't VC the same as you, I can go crazy" I complained.

"Hm." That's the only answer.

"Say something baby, please. Tell me you miss me too."

"No, Sir. I'm not missing you. I'm like this because I'm angry again. I was angry because Dr. Rahmi over-prepared the four-monthly event. This must be on your advice, right? I don't like."

"The show invited orphans dear, I don't think excessive, 'kok. Yes, don't talk about it. Come on, tell me quickly that you miss me."

"No, I don't miss. Please yeah, you don't munchalin me keep. If you really miss me and our baby-to-be, you should be able to take the time to see me in person. It's not just the VC and telling me to do this and that" he protested.

"Hahaha, are your cheeks currently blushing with anger? Wow, it must be more beautiful if you are angry. Usually more adorable. If you're near me, your cheeks and lips I've already bitten" my god.

"Enough, don't brag, sir. Honestly, you don't really want me anymore, do you? Sir, getting married is not enough with just words of love and abundant treasure. But more than that," he said.

"Darling, I purposely didn't see you for having so many reasons. I can't explain it yet because I haven't found a bright spot yet. Patience is dear."

"Hulu." Finally the cry sounded too.

"Hanin ..., why cry baby? You should be happy, right?"

"Sir, how am I happy if you can't come? Later, if my family asks about you, what should I answer? Doctor Rahmi said, there will be local reporters as well. But I didn't invite them. Huuu, I---."

"Shh, honey, the Hanin I know isn't the crybaby Hanin. A week ago, you even said sincerely even if I had three more wives. Yeah, right? Do you still remember? Journalist problem, don't think about it, I'll send a Brotherhood man to be a spokesman. Don't be sad anymore. Oiya, I reiterate again, I just want to have you dear. I have no intention of having another woman besides you."

"Huuu, Mr. .., I'm sorry if I ask this. I'm actually embarrassed to say that, too."

"What's up, baby? Just say it."

"W-will you not see me again? Aren't you going to pick me up to go back to Jakarta? Do you want me to stay in Bandung? Forever?"

My lips smiled at the question. My heart feels warm and flowery. Although he never directly expressed his feelings, but what he said seemed to conclude that he also actually missed me.

"I'm going to Bandung and pick you up baby. You should know that my mom and dad want to have a very special seven-monthly event for our future twins. Patience baby, for the time being, I'll tell you again."

"Sir, yes already. I was called ummi, many guests wanted to see me."

"Well, don't wear it, baby. I'll call you back later. Later that night, if you're not tired, we're VCs again." After saying hello, I ended the call.

Then I sit back in my chair. Then open again the secret file sent by Mr. Sabil.

"For a while, please keep your distance with Bu Daini. If you can, you should act as if you care less about Ms. Daini."

I recalled my conversation with Mr. Sabil a few weeks ago.

"What's the matter, sir? What's up?!" my much at that time.

"On the phone of the suspect who did a hit-and-run on Mr. Aksa, there was a call several times from an unknown number. After being tracked, the number belonged to his uncle's wife Bu Dewi. The number has been inactive for a long time. But somehow it's activated again."

At that time, I was so surprised. His uncle Dewi was once a rival papa, and his project tender was twice lost by papa's subsidiary.

"There's something interesting again, sir. The package delivery motor plate that once pretended to deliver the package to the Daini bu contract, it was once delivered the package also to your home and the Dewi ma'am. Bang Radit said, the package was immediately received by the Goddess."

"The license plate owner is dead. There are many interrelated and related things that we are investigating and I have not been able to fully disclose. I can only advise that you keep your distance from Bu Daini, and begin to improve your relationship with Miss Dewi and her extended family."

That's the reason why I haven't come to Bandung yet and chose not to attend the four-monthly event. Yes, I'm keeping my distance from Hanin for a mission that's being arranged by Bareskrim Polri investigators.

"I'm sorry, baby." I kissed the portrait of Hanin on my phone.

Then, there is the call of the Goddess.

"What's the love?"

"Mas, I want to watch, I want to go to the salon, you can take me, right?"

"It could be, but Mas's coming home a little late."

"Hurry home, Mas. The salon's closing at eight."

"Well, I'll try."

I'm more comfortable lingering in the office. Just got home from work, after satisfied VC with Hanin.

"Mas, hello Mas!"

"Yes love."

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...~Tbc~...