Forced to Share a Bed
Dear Son-in-law [Visual]

Anggraini

Always like this, when I stay at Daini's house, I always have bad luck. Waking up at six in the morning. I set the five-hour alarm. Can't my alarm be heard at all? My alarm's the error? Or, I'm the kebo? Automatically go straight to the bathroom, brush your teeth, ablution, and Fajr prayer.

Eh, when prayer is even rakaat, it is forced to be repeated again. Forgive this beautiful and adorable servant, Yes Rabb. Being friends with Daini, one of my goals is to be affected by the positive side.

But the feeling, I haven't changed either. Wanna wear a covered shirt, a little sultry. Want to wear a hijab, even hot and scratching the head continues. If Daini says, the scratching continues it is called 'gugubrut.' I don't know which version of Sundanese it is. I was thinking maybe it was a Dutch colonial version.

After the dawn prayer, then I took a shower and prepared.

Now, I was posing spoiled in front of the mirror while choosing a suitable outfit. Yes, tomboyish girls are not too complicated when it comes to preening, but I do not believe myself if my appearance is not neat. Daini said so that woman doesn't 'kuprut.'

I also do not know in detail the definition of 'cupruk.' The point is, if our appearance 'cruel' becomes unsightly.

"So, this dress doesn't fit 'clean for me? Wear necklace accessories let's be a little girly."

"Feelings don't match, 'deh. Replace it! The life of the jacket?"

Then I changed into a white, but sleeveless t-shirt.

"Hmm, it's too open, which one is it?"

I'm also ashamed of Daini's brother for wearing this shirt. In addition, if there happens to be a journalist who takes pictures of me, I can be ashamed if I do not wear passionable clothes.

Lanju change clothes again.

"Well, this one looks kind of good."

'Tok, tok.'

Who's clean?

It must be either Ceu Jani or Kang Hendra. Last night, I had a chance to help the former show's benah as well 'sih, so the more bad luck 'deh.

"I don't eat with Ceu. Just go ahead. Before going to bed, I ate boiled noodles with two eggs, still full," I said in a loud voice.

"It's me, can we talk?"

What's?! That's the voice of Mr. Screen Printing.

What's wrong, huh?

Seriously, there's him in this world, my life's not quiet. Like the word, my space became difficult because of the existence of humans.

"Wait, issh, what's up?!" Forced to open the room door.

"Don't look for trouble, Mr. Sabil! You know, don't you think we're visiting? What the hell, you amnesia? Okay, I remind you, right now, we're in Bandung. At Daini's parents' house" I explained.

I continued nagging because he was dumb, staring at me, while opening his eyes.

"Li-listi? W-w-w-w-w-w-w-?"

He stammered, then turned his face while clenching his hands and punched the air aka vacuum.

"What's up, 'sih?! Disturb 'deh, ah! I haven't finished dancing! You know?!"

"Yes, I know, and you haven't buttoned a button on your shirt. It is not too big 'sih, but it does not mean to be spread," he said.

"What did you say?!"

My eyes are perfect. Instantly cover it with both palms. Then it woke up and spontaneously buttoned my clothes while turning around.

"Mother, please, Aa's eyes are donned" he murmured.

Siaaal! It's good that he said it's not too big! What does it mean try? This man really always makes me inflamed and upset. I have to teach him a lesson.

"You've been verbally abusing a homaged Mr. Sabil! I will remember the violent words until anytime! Apologize quickly and quickly say what's up, huhh?!" my jolt while leaving my waist and leaning my body on the door frame pole.

Honestly, a bit embarrassed also 'sih because forget not buttoning clothes. But I'm trying to be a tough woman. Anyway, don't let this man know that I'm actually bearing the burden of shame. I hope my cheeks don't blush.

"Verbal violence? I don't feel like I'm doing verbal abuse" he denied.

Now, he was also leaning against the wall of the room. Both of his hands were put in his pants pocket.

"You said 'it's not too big 'sih, but it's not meant to be spread.' That means for my chest, right?!"

"Oh that, hahaha."

He even laughed. Goddamnit! I want to knock his head with the building's hammer.

"Don't laugh Screen printing! How dare you insult me! Your own is not necessarily big either! It could be as big as cayenne pepper!" jerk again. My frustration peaked, if described, from my ear-hole, it might have been smoke-filled.

"What's? You dare to say that too! Try repeating again! What did you say was that big?!" Holding both my hands.

"Ca-be ra-wit, satisfied?! Ihh, loose! Your habit is always hold me without my permission!" I brushed.

"What?! Do I need to show you?! I'll make sure you pass out three days and three nights after seeing it! You have also been verbally abusive for accusing me of being as big as cayenne pepper, Lisi Anggraeni! Tell you what, we're even, yes" she said with a smile and let go of my hand.

"Okay, deal! We're breakeven! Yes, quickly say! What's up?!"

I was arguing again. If he's right to show it, there could be a third world war. Ahh, amit-amit baby. I got that word from Daini.

"I'm here because I want to know what time you'll be home. I sent you a message, but you didn't reply. I also called kamh but didn't pick up. Today, I still permit sick. So, today there's no watch schedule."

"Why are you asking me my schedule home? Going home anytime is up to me. One more thing, whether you take care of it or not, permission to get sick or not, it is not geu business. Understood?"

"What?! Listen, Mr. Sabil! I've come here in your car and escorted your father's aide for being forced! So, don't expect that you can nail me again. Please if you want to go home first! I want to go home with his entourage Mr. Aksa. The point is not going to be with you. The point! You're me, END!" I firmly made a gesture of shaking my hand side to my own neck.

"Oh, would you like to go home with Aksa's entourage? Alright."

He nodded and smiled back. Then just go and whistle.

"Basic freak!" grunting, annoyed. Then go back to my room to tidy up my things.

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"Are you sure you don't want to go home with Mama and Papa?" ask Yuze ma'am.

Right now, we are in the family room. In this room there is me, Daini, Yuze and Umm Fatimah. The people of Adam aka the men are in the living room. I don't know if that perverted cop has gone home yet, I don't care. His voice did not sound 'sih. Perhaps, he and his father's aide had gone home. Mercifully. So, I don't have to see him anymore.

"Ummi mah how Neng only. If you want to go to Jakarta now, please. If you want to stay here too, it doesn't matter. So, besan do not feel that Ummi forbids Daini, yes," said Ummi Fatimah.

"No 'kok Ummi, I know that Ummi and abah always appreciate whatever decision Neng Daini. Tell you what, later, if Zul picks you up, you have to come along. Don't let it not come. Mama and papa want you already in Jakarta before the age of your womb enters seven months. Mama and papa want to hold your seven-monthly pregnancy event at Mama's house. You want one, Neng?" persuade bu Yuze.

I listened to their conversation while enjoying the sound. Lantak is a term I just learned from Daini last night.

He said, lantak is a type of food made from steamed cassava. After steamed sliced flat elongated, then dried. After drying, it is then fried. So, lantak is a snack similar to chips

"InshaaAllah, Ma," said Daini, her eyes puffy.

I'm sure he must have cried last night. Hopefully, he's crying for dhikr. Not crying because of the Director. When Daini was staying at my house, I once saw her reciting in tears after finishing the evening prayer. Then I asked, "Why are you crying so hard, Neng?"

"I wept for many sins, Brother" he replied.

'Krauk krauk.'

I just realized that my chewing was hard enough that they all turned towards me.

"Hehehe, it's good, Ummi. Crispy," I said.

Daini smiled to see me. Good, at least, I can cheer him up a little. After all, why didn't the Director pick up Daini so quickly?

In fact, every time I met the Director, he always said, "Oh, Neng Daini. I miss you, baby." Weird, right? I'm sure there must be something. Don't-don't, Mr. Director got a threat from the Serpent Goddess. Upps, I mean Goddess's mom.

"Sok, eaten again her bull, brother. There's still a lot of 'kok. Ummi has also told ceu Jani to pack his lanterns for souvenirs."

"Well, thank you, Ummi." I immediately approached Ummi and hugged him.

"Sister Listi, this is my ummiku" Daini protested.

"Here, Daini's with Mama." Mama Yuze hugged Daini. Daini smiles.

"Bumil does like to be spoiled," murmured Bu Yuze while rubbing Daini's stomach.

"Sorry, Neng, Ummi, Mama really doesn't know that Zul doesn't want to come here. Mama was astonished too. So Mama and papa were disappointed and didn't tell him they wanted to come here."

"Sir Zulfikar is busy, Ma. I told you 'kok same me, '" Defa Daini. Yes, she always took care and defended her husband's good name.

"Oiya Neng, until when do you want to call Zul with the call 'father." Frankly, Mama's not comfortable hearing that."

"Yes or, Neng. Don't call 'father' on. Why not just call mas or aa" added Ummi Fatimah.

"Emm, I once called 'gold' 'cock, but not for long. The reason I don't know Ummi, Mama either. I am comfortable calling him Father. Mr. Zulfikarnya also never protested again" explained Daini.

"Yes it's up to you. But, if later Neng has given birth must be replaced yes," advice ummi. Daini. His face still showed sadness.

"Neng, don't be sad dong. Pregnant women are cheerful and happy. Anyway, if it's a work holiday, I'll definitely be here." I held her hand.

"Terima kasih Kak Listi."

"Excuse me, said Mr. Aksa, we must be ready to go home." A man approached.

I immediately choked.

"Ohhhuk, uhhuk."

"Drink, Brother." Daini is supplying mineral water.

The man was the aide. That means, the man has not returned. OMG.

"Geez, it doesn't feel right. Besan Ummi, I want to leave." Bu Yuze said goodbye, hugging ummi. Continue kissing Daini's cheeks and stomach.

"Yes, Besan, thank you for your presence." Ummi joined hands with Bu Yuze towards the living room. I joined Daini.

"Calm, Neng. I will be your ears and your eyes. I'll keep an eye on the Director, sir" I whispered.

"No need to be watched, brother. He and I trust each other."

"So, are you really in love?" whispered again. Daini did not answer and instead shifted the topic of conversation.

"Who's not going to get in the car? Mama Yuze what is Papa Aksa? He said they'd split up the car."

"Cock apart, Neng?"

"Mama and papa have their own business, brother. Beda. Mama wants to go to Purwakarta, papa wants to go to Soerkarno-Hatta airport" he explained.

"Hmm, the name is business. Yes already, that means, I'm the same old man Aksa." No problem, the important thing is not to be in the guy's car.

Finally, after saying goodbye, we prepared to leave. Now gathered in the courtyard of the house. Bu Yuze hugged Daini, and this time, he again begged Daini to go to Jakarta in the near future. Bu Yuze also entrusted Daini to Ummi Fatimah and Sadikin's brother.

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...~Tbc~...