Forced to Share a Bed
Ake? [Visuals]

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

Honestly, if I didn't rely on the word gratitude, I would be bored living in this house. Why that? Because, in this house I am very spoiled. Just going to hold a broom the workers in this house are noisier. A walk to the kitchen or to the living room followed.

He said he was worried that I would slip up and endanger my womb. In fact, I really want to do activities in the kitchen. Want to make cakes, water plants, or occasionally want to hang out in the front yard while sunbathing.

Today, I have also taken a pregnant mother class with Miss Dewi. Bu Yuze deliberately brought two midwives to this house to educate me and Miss Dewi. However, Miss Dewi did not follow this activity until it was finished with the reason of nausea.

I just felt unfettered when I was in my room. Because, none of the workers in this house dared to go into the room without my permission.

"Reph ...." I feel good when I am in the room.

"Free," I murmured.

New time shows at three o'clock in the afternoon. That is, in two hours Mr. Zulfikar comes home. There's still plenty of time.

"Assalamu'alaikuum."

Immediately surprised. Did I hear wrong? Isn't it three o'clock? 'Cock is like Zulfikar sir's voice, right? Wait, is the clock wrong?

I checked the clock on my phone. Same result. That is, it is indeed the voice of Mr. Zulfikar.

"Assalamu'alaikuum. Honey," repeated the call.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Yes, Sir."

I hurried to open the door. Take her briefcase, then grab her hand for me to experience. I kissed his hand solemnly. Then he kissed my hand. Continue to kiss my forehead, nose, lips, and stomach.

"Don't ask me why I came home so soon" she said as I helped her open the tie. I was just about to ask that.

"I'm just glad you came home fast."

"Yes?"

"Yes" I replied.

"Thank you dear. I wish I could go home sooner. Apparently, someone misses me" she said.

"Want to take a shower? Do you want to eat first?" my many.

"You eat first, baby."

"Well, what's the same, sir? I will prepare it later. Want to eat here? Do you want to eat in the kitchen?"

"Here."

"Okay, I'll call the kitchen first. Anything the same, sir?" I prepared to call while holding the notebook to record the order.

"I want something special, baby." Smiling and approaching.

"Okay, quickly mention it. Let me take note, sir."

"I want to ..," he whispered. Just mentioned the menu he wanted.

"W-what?" So shocked, I dropped the pen I was holding.

"Keep, I also want to use ...," he again whispered another sentence that gave me goosebumps to swallow my own saliva rough.

"Hurry up baby" he whispered again as he blew the area around my ear.

"A-are you not tired?"

"No dong. I did come home early on purpose because I want to make love to you baby." This time, I hugged my back. Was he taking the wrong medication?

"Emm, sir .. a-anu, emm ...." Seriously, I'm nervous.

"Why? Not want? Still sore?"

"Emm, ti-no, sir. I-I want to 'kok." Although it still felt strange, I did not dare to refuse it.

"Thank you, you have the menu ready while I take a shower" he said.

Then he rushed to the bathroom whistling. I take a breath, what's wrong? Did anyone deliberately go home quickly from the office because they want to make love? But the fact does exist. And he's my husband.

Does he have no intention to channel it to the Goddess mother? But, yeah, that's it. I have no right to disturb his personal feelings. Although a little lazy, but I still obey him. Provide the menu you want. Pleasing a husband is worship.

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"Beautiful," she's done taking a shower. Hugged me while still wearing a towel. The smell of soap made my mood improve.

"N-don't get dressed, sir?" It's always like this, nervous at the sight of his torn bread. This is not the first time I have seen her body.

"What are you wearing clothes for? 'We're gonna fuck baby."

"Eh, hahaha. I-yes, yes." Tuh, right? My nervous's getting worse.

"Did you know? You're getting sexier when you're pregnant like this." He's breaking my body. Then I kissed my stomach with a smile.

"Sometimes still don't think that I can make your stomach grow bigger like this. I'm great, aren't I, baby?" praise it to yourself. I'm asserting.

"Yes, you're great."

"And you're better than me, baby."

"Thank you, sir. But, I can't be great without any support from you" I said. The body starts to get restless and cannot be controlled.

It is always difficult to speak if you are in such a situation. Conditions where my body can't resist every touch. Rather than mimic this face showing nervousness from shame, it is better to close your eyes. However, occasionally pretending to be closed for the sake of seeing his beautiful face. I hope he doesn't realize that I steal glances.

I enjoyed every touch of it. Continue, doing all the things he wants. In that case, I'm like a seductress. Luckily, in this room is installed soundproofers. Otherwise, I could be ashamed of half-dead.

While I was still drowning from the activity, and this soul was still half conscious, I saw Mr. Zulfikar ready. He had a shower and was neat. I'm wearing a casual suit. I don't know where to go. Want to ask, but these lips are lazy to speak and these eyes are still reluctant to open completely.

"Thank you for that, baby. I'm very satisfied. Do you know what? After enjoying a meal from you, I got excited, "he whispered. Then kiss my lips and forehead. Finally, I opened my eyes and asked something.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"There's a business dear, but not an office affair. I got a call from the Brotherhood to the firm immediately. Dear Oiya, don't be surprised, tonight, the security in this house will be tightened."

"What's wrong, sir? Wasn't it tight from the beginning?" So curious.

"Emm, there's nothing dear. So that it is just layered safety. There's no harm, is there?" From the way he spoke, I suspect that he was hiding something.

"Are you going home tonight?"

"Not knowing, baby. Later, I will tell you again. Oiya, while you were still sleeping, Listi called to your HP. He asked permission to meet you, and I've allowed it."

"Oh yeah? Misti's sister wants to come here?" I became a spirit.

"Yes darling. I think, Listi's gonna vent."

"Kok you know, 'clean?"

"That's a new guess baby, not necessarily true. Yeah, I'm going first." Before he actually left, he gripped me long enough that the smell of his toothpaste filled my mouth.

After seeing his body disappear behind the door, my eyes closed again. However, I soon realized that I had not yet prayed Asar. There is no other way to fight this feeling of laziness, drowsiness, and fatigue except by forcing yourself.

In fact, in some verses and hadiths have been explained if the Ashar prayer is a prayer of wusta that really should be maintained its speciality. Some say that if the Ashar prayer is the way to heaven, and for anyone who leaves it, it has been erased and its reward is in vain.

In addition, night angels and day angels gather in the midst of humans and alternate with each other at the prayer time of Shahr and Ashar. 

"Spirit Dai! Don't be a slacker!" I encouraged myself.

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And I was surprised when someone suddenly entered my room without saying hello, asking for permission, or knocking on the door first.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask for permission first, responsibility." He went into my room and closed the door. Honestly, I'm a little scared. Worrying about the Goddess ma'am chiseling me again.

"What's up, brother?"

"Is it true that Zul has come home from three o'clock?" He looked at me while folding his hands on his chest. His eyes were as if he had been crying for a long time.

"Right, Brother." I'm getting close to my blanket because the Goddess ma'am is approaching.

"Did he say he was going home sooner?"

His face turned sour. Then he sat down on my bedside. Heart's beating. My eyes circled the sofa and carpet area in front of the television. There were traces of that activity. Thankfully, Mr. Zulfikar had apparently put the clothes in the dirty basket.

"Not said anything, brother. Mr. Zulfikar came suddenly and emm ..., now it's gone again. I'm down. Hope the Goddess's mom is leaving soon. For I have not bathed and prayed Ashar.

"Did he come home early just to e-nak-e-nak you?" I stared at the blanket that covered my body. I was nervous and confused. What should I answer it in?

"Sister, I-I haven't prayed Ashar yet, can I stay in the mandu room first? You can wait for me while watching TV or reading a book."

I'm trying to switch the conversation. However, he did not seem to listen to what I said. Even daydream while staring at the mini aquarium in this room.

"What does it feel like to be loved by your husband, Dai?" The voice of the Goddess sounded sad. He also breathed repeatedly.

"Sister Goddess, a-I-I--."

My confusion is increasing. In good faith, I finally ventured to get out of bed and rolled up my body with a blanket.

"Sister, wait for me to bathe and pray Ashar first huh. After that, let's talk again."

I can't believe the Goddess agreed. He nodded as he stroked Zulfikar's coat hanging in the hanger. I rushed to the bathroom with a change of clothes.

I thought, when I came out of the bathroom, the Goddess ma'am was gone. In fact, he was still faithfully waiting for me. In fact, he was doing something that made me smile and spontaneously praise him.

"Sir Goddess is beautiful" I said.

"Eh, are you done? I'm trying to wear your shar'i hijab. Sorry, not permission yet. Your hijab just lies. I tried it out of curiosity." She took off my hijab which she had worn.

"It's okay, brother. Beautiful sister knows to wear the hijab earlier. What does Goddess like? If you like it, you can take it. Or, if you don't like the color, you can choose it. Here, look at this, be picky, brother. Please."

I was happy, immediately leading his hand towards my closet. Then let her pick and look at my hijab.

"Well, that's a lot, Dai."

"Yes, Brother. Alhamdulillahot. Yes, please, you just choose. I want to pray first."

"Well, if you pray, I have a request for you."

"Sip," I said.

After the prayer, I approached him. Madam Dewi has held some hijab of mine. He was sitting facing the mirror.

"Day."

"Yes, Brother."

"If I look like you, can Zul like me?" The question surprised me.

"I-I don't know, Brother."

"Day." The Goddess held my hand.

"Yes, Brother."

My heart is whole, I can't see the eyes of the glassy Goddess. Although he often scolds me, but .. I have forgiven him.

"Please help me get Mas Zul to like me. Give me the tips, Dai. Or ... Please give me one way not to love her. Dai, if I may choose, I don't want to love her this deep either. But .. a-I can't avoid this feeling. I envy you, Dai." His tears that were glazed earlier finally dripped.

"K-Sir Goddess, huuu ...."

I can no longer resist this feeling. I spontaneously hugged him and cried. My cry was even stronger than his. Madam Dewi returned my embrace. We were crying together.

Then I wiped his tears. From this close distance, I could see his reddened eyes. I didn't think I could get this close to him. Even if one day the Goddess Mother changed and acted again, really, I will not forget this incident.

"Sir Goddess, I personally can not do much to force Mr. Zukfikar to love the Goddess's mother. But I will pray that the Almighty moves Mr. Zulfikar's heart to love you as much as he loves me."

"A-are you sure God will grant your prayers?"

"God willing" I replied.

"Daini, don't you hate me?"

"No," shaking my head.

"Otherwise, what in Islam is karma?" The question again surprised me.

"Sir, the religion of Islam does not know the term karma. In Islam, what we are getting right now is not immediately seen as karma from previous deeds. Because it is supernatural. That is, only God knows."

Madam Dewi listened, but the look on her face showed confusion.

"For example, if a person is seriously ill, he cannot think of his pain as karma. Because it could be a test deliberately given by God to test his faith, to raise his degree, or to remove his sins" I explained at length.

"Oh my goodness, Dai. I think Zul would rather be with you than me. Apparently, you are smart. Honestly, the way you talk makes me calm. You are also a natural beauty. Here, you haven't got any makeup on, have you?" While rubbing my cheek.

"Not yet, Brother." I'm nervous. Is this what it's like to get along with an old wife? It feels jumbled. Nano-nano.

"If you may know, what skin care do you wear, Dai?"

"Well, don't you want to know? That's my skin care spot." I showed.

"Oh, are you wearing this? I thought I was wearing an expensive one."

"Important fit, brother. I don't see the price."

Then, the view of the Goddess mother was diverted to the perfume of Mr. Zulfikar that I knew was new and had never been used.

"This perfume ...," he took it and came back crying.

"Why, Brother?"

"Dai, this is her favorite perfume. I bought this perfume. But ... he didn't use it."

"Sister, Mr. Zulfikar hasn't worn it yet, doesn't mean he won't use it."

"But, Dai. All this time, she used to wear the same brand of perfume I bought. I think what she used was my perfume. I have the packaging. It's got a sticker on the seal. I put this sticker on Dai. Is that what he hates about me?"

"Sister, it could be, Mr. Zulfikar did not wear it because he wanted to keep the perfume of Brother as a memento. The proof, he did not throw away the perfume. Yeah, right?"

"Is it possible that way?" Thankfully, Mother Goddess seemed to be influenced by my persuasion.

"Now, how about I teach you how to wear the hijab" I bargained. He shifted his focus to forget about the perfume.

"Good."

The Goddess agreed. I immediately positioned myself. Stand in front of her and start putting my hijab on the Goddess mom.

"Da-Daini?! Bu-Mu Goddess?!"

I don't know when Misti's coming. In the doorway of the room, sister Listi pecked. Staring in wonder at me and Miss Dewi.

"You guys getting along?" tanyakanya. Then hit her own cheek. Perhaps, he was making sure that what he was seeing right now was not a dream.

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