Forced to Share a Bed
Ultrasound

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

"Sorry baby. I didn't mean to surprise you. I'm not angry, 'kok. Shhh ...."

Then just grab my lips. In fact, it had linger doing this scene with various styles until my lips were numb. I pinched his neck because he didn't want to stop.

"Haha. Sorry dear. Your fault. Why does it feel so sweet and soft? But, if it tastes bitter, as long as the lips belong to you, I still like it," he said after the braid was released.

"Gombal," I said.

"Hanindiya, I'm serious." He bit my ear softly.

"Auhh .. sick," I complained. Illusive.

"ill? Oh, my love, let me kiss."

"No need, sir." I covered her lips with my fingers.

"alright. Now, we're sleeping again, baby."

"Just you. I'm gonna take a shower, sir. Praying." I rushed over while locking my body with a blanket."

"Open it, baby. No need to cover."

"No, Sir. There's a time to close, a time to open."

"Hanindiya, this is an order. Your husband's orders." Oh my goodness, there is.

"No way, sir. It's cold."

"Yes already. I'll take you. Unblanket. I'll hold you all the way to the bathroom." He really wants me to do his word.

"W-Would you take a shower too?" I asked when my body was already in its confinement.

"You, I also want to pray at night with you."

"Alhamdulillaah," praised. Then turn the body, and tiptoe to kiss her forehead.

"Take me, baby. Honestly, I rarely pray at night."

"I still need guidance, sir."

"Yes, let's both learn to be better" he asked.

Then we went into the bathroom. In the bathroom, I don't seem to have to define it anymore. The point is, Mr. Zulfikar is really naughty and ignorant, but .. he is very romantic. Always had an idea to make me quit.

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Right now, we are having breakfast together. My preparations for going to Jakarta are over. Doctor Rahmi is not with me because he was told by Mr. Zulfikar to help the ummi return from the hospital. Dr Rahmi is going to Jakarta tomorrow. The goal is to be able to accompany ummi during getting service at the cardiac hospital polyclinic.

"Mas, I want to be fed." Miss Dewi was struggling on Zulfikar's shoulder while opening her mouth.

"Come," he answered briefly. His face is ice cold in Antarctica.

"A ...."

Miss Goddess is so spoiled. But, I'm okay. Last night, I spent the night with Mr. Zulfikar. So, it is natural that today Mr. Zulfikar accompany Miss Dewi.

Me and Ceu Jani are enjoying the food on our plates.

"Ihh, what's this, 'sih? It doesn't smell good to know, Mom. I don't like." While keeping the sauce out of front of him.

"That's a terasi sambal, ma'am. Sorry yeah. Ceu Jani doesn't know that Miss Dewi doesn't like sambal terasi." Ceu Jani took the sambal.

"Ceu, I like it, 'kok. Don't keep it away." I'll pick it up right away.

"Hahaha, pretty-beautiful likes the stinky one," murmured bu Dewi. That is, maybe to get a fight.

"Wi, there is nothing wrong with the terasi sambal," said Mr. Zulfikar.

"But, you don't like to eat sambal terasi either, do you, Mas?"

"That's because I'm allergic to shrimp. Come on, we're eating. Don't look for trouble. Eat what you like, and don't eat what you don't like" he added.

Then his left hand stroked my waist which was sitting on his left side. My eyes squint. Maybe he was doing something silly at a time like this.

"Yes, Brother. Our attitude to food is not to reproach or insult food."

"Dai, I'm not denouncing. Just protest. After all, basically that pattered sambal does smell, right? I'm talking facts."

"Son, the food is in fact a creation of God. So, it can't be denounced. There is another explanation for this ban. Because, the reproach of food will cause sadness and regret in the heart of the person who has made and prepared the food."

"Alright, please continue eating. I'm full already." The Goddess is up.

"Son, isn't it just a little bit?" Followed it. However, Mr. Zulfikar prevented me.

"Leave it," he said.

"But, Sir."

"Dear, I told you. This is my last chance to forgive the Goddess. Please understand my feelings. Can you?" I'm nodding. Can't do anything anymore.

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At about 9am, the car arrived. They are the men of Aksa sir. Pak Aksa even included one Patwal car. It's overkill, but I don't comment on this.

Mr. Zulfikar sits in the middle. Flanked by me and Miss Goddess. Along the way, we didn't talk much. Miss Dewi sleeps more while leaning her head on the shoulder of Mr. Zulfikar. I also slept while listening to murotal.

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Arriving in Jakarta, Dewi and I were warmly welcomed by Mr. Aksa, Ms. Yuze and her employees. The situation in this house has not changed much. However, some workers are busy making souvenirs. After I investigated, it turned out that the souvenir was to be distributed at my seven-monthly event. It contains a small Qur'an, prayer beads and natural honey.

"You're lucky, Daini. You are very dear to mom and dad," said Miss Dewi as we both headed to their respective rooms.

"Alhamdulillah."

That's my only answer. Do not want to mince much with mother Dewi for fear of mispronunciation and make her angry.

"Oiya tomorrow, we're USG with yuk" he asked. Even while holding my hand.

"Bo-can, Brother."

"Do you know her gender?"

"No, Brother. At the last USG, both were still on their backs" I explained.

"Yes, we're together. Just at my doctor."

"What does family doctor mean Kak Dewi?"

"No, she's a doctor at a maternity clinic. The obstetrician was my upperclassman at Junior High."

"Oh, inshaaAllah yes, Brother." I have to get permission first, Mr. Zulfikar. So, I can't be sure yet.

"Neng Dai," suddenly Bu Yuze called out to me.

"Yes, Ma." Me and the Goddess stopped their steps.

"This afternoon, you come with Mama to the boutique. You're also on Wi."

"Ready, Ma," said Miss Dewi.

"To the boutique? What's Ma for?" my many.

"Honey, your seven-monthly event is in two weeks. To the boutique yes to fittings clothes, Neng."

"Oh," I smiled as I nodded, wanting to refuse but not feeling well.

"Yes, Ma."

"Well, Neng."

Mama stroked my stomach. The Goddess looked down. Maybe I saw it wrong. I saw the Goddess mother hiding her clenched hands behind her body.

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This afternoon, Dewi and I were at the maternity clinic of Dewi's choice. We came late because we waited for Mr. Zulfikar first. I sat in the waiting chair and looked. Recollecting the events of last night that made me happy and moved.

Last night, Mr. Zulfikar handed me a marriage license. Obviously, it makes me happy. Mr. Zulfikarpun happy. Even almost crying. Uniquely, he and I celebrated that happiness by combining love.

"Mrs Daini, Lady Goddess, please come in." The call surprised me.

"Our turn." Mr. Zulfikar holds my hand and the hand of the Goddess ma'am.

The eyes of other visitors were on us. I'm sure they're assuming. Some of the visitors must have understood that we were a polygamous couple. I smiled as I passed them. Let them judge as they please. Importantly, this choice of mine does not violate the norms.

"Goddess?"

The obstetrician looked hysterical when he saw the Goddess ma'am. His name is Doctor Milawati. They immediately embraced. Mr. Zulfikar and I remained silent.

"How are you Mil? Oiya, introduce, this is my honey, which yesterday had horrendous media, you know. Hahaha," looped.

"Good news, Wi."

While glancing at me and smiling. I was worried at first, but it seems, doctor Mila has no problem with my status.

"He's not my wife anymore. She became my legal wife. It's just that the media don't know yet" explained Mr. Zulfikar.

In fact, Dr. Mila didn't talk about it. A doctor, of course, must be professional to anyone. Doctor Mila responded with a smile. Then rub my stomach.

"Hahaha, polygamy is your choice. It has nothing to do with me. Mr. Zulfikar is lucky to get two beautiful women at once. Yeah, who did he want to use?"

"Gue first, Doc. I'm authorizing their marriage, Mil. Great, am I not?" obviously the Goddess ma'am while going up to the check bed.

"That's great. Hahaha, if I'm 'clearly unable, Wi."

Then the doctor Mila did USG on Dewi ma'am. Mr. Zulfikar and I watched the USG monitor.

"From the results of the USG gestational age of 14 weeks. For now, I think it's fine. But still need monitoring. Minimum every month until the age of 8 months. Entering 9 months of pregnancy, control once every two weeks" he explained.

"Meaning, I'm in my second trimester, huh, Doc? Oya, Doc. Approximately, to have a safe body do not think?"

"Emm, looks like it's okay. But, because of the history of tube babies, I advise to be careful and slow. One more thing, don't spill it inside."

"You heard, didn't you, Mas?" Madam Dewi glanced at Mr. Zulfikar.

"I heard. I'm not deaf."

"Tonight, yes. Let's try, hehehe." The Goddess is so cheerful. His face was happy.

"Can't you just keep talking about it?" Mr. Zulfikar looked unhappy.

"I miss you, Mas. It's only natural that I keep talking. Yeah, don't you, Doc?"

"I can't answer, Wi." Doctor Mila just smiled.

'Duk duk duk.'

"That's his heart rate. The gender is not yet clearly visible. Usually the 16-week-old is just seen."

After the Goddess ma'am was done, I prepared. Mr. Zulfikar helped me up the check bed. She even opened my dress and asked the doctor's assistant to smear the USG jelly on my stomach. I'm thumping. Afraid something might happen to my baby-to-be. Madam Dewi stared intently, but still behaved accordingly.

"It's so smooth on the stomach, ma'am. There is absolutely no pregnancy line," says Dr. Mila.

"Maybe, my skin is elastic, Doc."

"Well, twins? I thought it was eight months."

"Now she is 26 weeks and 5 days pregnant" Zulfikar said. In really memorized.

"Based on the USG, the gestational age is 28 weeks. Fetus healthy. Hold on, I'll check the gender."

Mr. Zulfikar held my hand while staring at the screen. A smile came from his lips.

"The left insyaaAllah woman. The right side of the position is still not right. Try the other bu tilted to the left, I want to peek again." I too immediately leaned. Mr. Zulfikar concentrate on the screen.

"Want to have a girl?" muttered.

"Well, thank God. InsyaaAllah couple. This one's a man. Congratulations, Mr. Zul, Mr. Dai."

"W-what? H-really?"

Mr. Zulfikar stammered. I can't talk to her so much. Madam Dewi was silent. He focused on playing his phone.

"Congratulations, my dear. You are an amazing woman."

Mr. Zulfikar hugged me. Not only hugging, he also kissed my cheeks and kissed my lips.

"Sir Goddess is also amazing, sir. Imagine, Sister Dewi willingly did not continue her career, and dared to go through a long process of tube baby programs for the sake of having offspring from you."

I pinched Mr. Zulfikar. His attitude like this made me a little upset. Even if I was in the position of Goddess ma'am, it would certainly be sad and hurt. For Mr. Zulfikar is too obvious to show that I am his beloved wife.

"No problem 'cock. I don't need a compliment. Congratulations, Dai. May your womb be healthy and safe until your twins come out."

"Aamiinu. Thank you for praying, Brother. I also pray for my sister's womb. May the mother and baby be healthy" I said.

"Yes you're great too, Wi."

Perhaps, Mr. Zulfikar has just realized his mistake. He stood for a moment to stroke the belly of the Goddess and kiss her forehead.

"You're my son. I love you. I will love my children with all their fair share," murmured Mr. Zulfikar as he looked at the belly of the Goddess mother.

"Yeah, Doc. Can I give birth normally? The doctor had previously suggested that I have surgery. I refused because I wanted to feel her 'fun' pain during a normal delivery. At the very least, I want to feel it once in a lifetime."

"Dear, don't push. If the doctor says a caesarean section is fine."

"For the preparation of childbirth, we see later when the pregnancy is enough months. For now, I can't be sure. Because, the position and condition of the fetus can still vary, and the condition greatly affects the delivery process," explained Dr. Milawati.

"If I want to go straight to caesar," interrupted the Goddess.

"No problem. Every mother has the right to make choices. Then, the husband and family must support the mother's decision."

"Wi, if it can still be normal, why should it be caesarean?" protest pak Zulfikar.

"Mas, that's my choice. I was worried that my sex organs had changed due to a normal birth. I don't want to."

Zulfikar and I stared at each other at the reason of the Goddess. While Milawati doctor spontaneously laughed.

"Haha. Look, as a doctor, I need to straighten it out." Before explaining, Dr. Milawati took props.

"When labor is normal, the female sex organs will indeed widen so that the baby can pass through. But, the size will again shrink by itself after the labor process."

"Because of the development of technology in the medical world is modern, female sex organs can even be restored back to virginity. In this day and age, if you have money, even a dozen children can be modified into virgins again through surgical procedures," he explained at length.

"Let's think again, 'deh." The Goddess seemed to change her mind.

"Okay, I think that's enough. Here, I make a recipe. The vitamins are taken regularly."

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...~Tbc~...