Forced to Share a Bed
Forgive already?

Currently ....

This time I felt uncomfortable sleeping in my own room. I should have been at this hour in dreamland. But, because Mr. Sabil and his family stayed at my house, I became anxious, upset, and upset.

When it was about to be closed, it was always remembered that the spoiled man was currently beside my room. I could hear every activity in his room because my room and the room were side by side. If you want, we can even communicate and meet through glass windows that are connected and become room dividers.

Why that? Because, the room next to me is actually a room belonging to my late sister. So, it was designed so that my sister and I could learn and play together. When we took a shower, my sister and I talked a lot, singing duets, even water wars through the open gaps of the bathroom divider.

The room next to me is not a guest room. That's just a mother's assumption. Why did he choose that room? Maybe, because the other guest room is wider and suitable for mother and father.

"Ish, it's because of mom," I murmured.

"Uhhuk uhhuk."

There was the sound of Mr. Sabil coughing. Why is he? Thought. I'm sure I can't sleep. Suddenly, I want to go to the restroom. Damnit damnit! When she arrived at the bathroom, she went to the bathroom. There was a sound of a tap lighting up next to me.

"Uhhuk uhhuk."

In the bathroom he was still coughing as well. Why yes? Is it because it is uncomfortable? I knitted my eyebrows while doing things slowly because I did not want to be heard by Mr. Sabil. Seriously, this is hard and excruciating.

"Tooch."

I'm surprised, did he vomit? Sure enough, he was vomiting. 'Can't we 'clean? Wait, is he lying? Could it be deliberately acting coughing and vomiting to attract my attention?

Then there was the sound of him brushing his teeth, then the sound of the bathroom door being closed. That is, he's out of the bathroom. Out of curiosity, a feeling of wanting to see him arose. Yeah, I can peek at her from behind the curtain, right? In order for him to be unsuspecting, I had to turn off my room lights so as not to get caught.

No, I can't do it. I protested to myself. So I stopped that evil intent. Evil wouldn't it be right to peek for the sake of knowing something? Ish, so upset. But, when I heard it again, Mr. Sabil did not cough anymore. Thank goodness, it means .. she's asleep and okay. I also tried to close my eyes again.

However, a few minutes later ....

"Bahh."

"Goh."

"Bahh."

Even that voice sounded. My eyes opened wide and blinked. What is that sound? I mean, what's he doing? His voice sounded heavy and macho. Idih, what am I thinking?! Immediately cover my ears with a pillow.

"Hhh."

"A-a-hh."

Stay sounding. It's clearer than ever. This can't be allowed! I have to see what's going on. With a sneak, he finally decided to take a peek. This is my house, and that room is part of my house. Up in front of the curtain, I opened a bit of the curtain and began to peek there. I hope I'm not a bully for doing this shameful thing.

"Ha--." It smothered my own mouth, and these eyes were rounded for a moment.

In-he just wears long pants. Not wearing clothes. She was doing push-ups by putting a pillow under her chest. I don't know how many times. Clearly, the sweat has been pouring out. And I. .. I saw the muscles of his body. His arms, shoulders, and collarbone looked sturdy and strong. Noooo! Immediately turned back and held my chest which suddenly beat fast.

"Se-ra-tus," he said.

Crazy, he's done it a hundred times? Nah! Body is shadowed. I must be crazy. Get into bed and shut yourself up. I could have peeked.

Then he heard his phone ringtone. Although trying not to eavesdrop, but still heard because our room was only separated by glass with a roster that was deliberately made very open to smooth air circulation.

"Yes Commander?"

What time is it? Isn't he on holiday? Why is he still on the phone with his boss? Eavesdropping continues.

"I-I was staying at my candidate's house, Dan."

What say?! 'My candidate?' I didn't hear wrong, did I? That means, that would-be guy, me? Really too PD-like.

"W-what?! Mr Pratama Surawijaya critical? Why could? Does Mr Zulfikar know?"

I woke up right away. As far as I know, Pratama Surawijaya is the papi bu Dewi. Means, to a lesser extent, this matter has something to do with my best friend. Dainty. I also became a kepo.

"Good, Dan. I'm going there? Oiya, permission, Dan. Do I need to bring a member?"

"Well then, I'll come alone. Permission again, Dan. Am I allowed to carry a firearm?"

"Well, thank you, Dan. I'll slide right away. Approximately ten minutes will arrive at TKP ," he said.

That curiosity got me back to peeking at him. Tonight, my common sense seems to be spaneng. The heart is beating again, this time not able to peek too long. Because, unintentionally, I saw his chest and stomach that happened to be facing me. Spontaneous turning away from the face. My cheeks are hot.

"What?! Okay, I'm going there, Dan. Then, from the house of Mr. Aksa I went straight to the hospital."

Hearing the word 'House of Mr. Aksa,' terbesitlah desire. Wanna follow. I have to go there to make sure Daini is okay. I got ready and waited for him at the exit.

"Ti-Tia?"

"Yes, why?" While folding my hands on my chest.

"Why not sleep? Why are you wearing clothes like that?"

"Likes, dong. Mr. Sabil too, why haven't you slept? Why wear a jacket and carry a gun?"

"I want to go somewhere. Quickly get into your room." Then hurry up and clean his jacket.

"Sabil sir, wait. I'm coming with." Chasing it.

"What's? Coming?" Turn around and look at me.

"I-I'm sorry, I overheard you talking."

"You eavesdropping?"

"No, ma-mean, I-I accidentally eavesdrop. But I had to hear it because our room was close together" my dear.

"Oh yeah? Right just accidentally eavesdropping? But accidentally peeked, didn't he?"

"W-what?! Just don't talk! Just yummy! U-what am I peeping for?" Try to calm down, hopefully he does not suspect.

"Want to?" tanyanya while frowning.

"Emm, I want to come to Aksa sir's house. I want to see Daini."

"Why not say that from now on? Okay, let's go there." He smiled, then pulled my hand.

"Sir, loose!"

"Sst, the others are already in sleep. I'll take this as our first date, hehehe." Whispering and holding my hand is getting stronger.

"W-what?! Mr. Sabil, I told you clearly, I'm not interested. Even if you insist, I'm only willing to be your friend. No more than that."

"So, have you forgiven me?"

"Ignore? I'll think again."

"alright. As you wish the future wife."

"Issh," ketusku. Repel it.

"Speak is prayer. I'm praying." While keeping up with my steps.

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"Where is the car that contains the adjutant of Mr. Komjen?" I asked when we were in the garage.

"They're doing another job." He opened the car door and let me in.

"You didn't get permission from Komjen?"

"No need, it's part of my job. Nothing to do with dad."

"I mean permission from a child on his father."

"Oh, for that matter, I've already sent him a message. Intentionally not waking up father or mother for fear of interrupting their rest." Start driving the wheel. When I looked, a few drops of sweat still adorned his temple.

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"Sabile sir."

"Hm."

"Is your job always like this?"

"You mean?"

"Even if you're on vacation, does it work like this?"

"Depends" he answered. Ambiguous.

"Wouldn't holidays be your right."

"Yes" he answered briefly.

"But why are nights like these you--."

"Depends on the boss" as usual.

"Why is it not up to the rules?" I'm getting less and less clueless.

"Because at all has authority."

"But having authority doesn't mean you can act arbitrarily, right?"

'Ckiiit.'

He immediately braked suddenly. I was surprised, to the point that my hands tightened on the car seat.

"Sabil Sir! Shocked to know!"

"If you're destined to be the wife of a police officer, you're forbidden to protest." Take back the car.

"Isn't expressing an opinion the right of every human being?"

"Yes, please have an opinion. The conditions, simply expressed in the heart and silent."

"I don't understand what that means."

"If Listia wants to understand, you have to be my wife first" she said.

"I told you, I don't like the apparatus. Especially the police."

"Why? Before, you had rejected me without any apparent reason. Now, at least, please explain why you don't like cops?"

"Excellent, your analysis is good. But remember, just the person. Don't involve everything, including me. I'm not like that." He smiled wryly.

"Indonesian police also always complain about the lack of their operating budget. Even though every year, proposals for budget increases continue to emerge and are claimed to improve performance and professionalism. In fact, in order to close the operating budget, the police have a mouthpiece, using donation funds from whistleblowers, reported, to entrepreneurs."

"Oh my goodness, Tia. Since when have you been observing us? Ck ck." He's shaking his head.

"The police should protect, protect, and give a sense of justice to anyone without exception. However, what happens if the police are actually actors of crime? In this country, living as ordinary civilians would obviously be more severe if without legal protection. The reason is because the laws in our country are often selective." I continue to argue. He was silent, focused on the streets.

"In the end, ordinary civilians can only accept the bitter reality because they will be faced with two types of perpetrators who have the potential to commit crimes at the same time. That is, criminals in thugs and fights that are uniform and armed." He's still quiet.

"The greater the power and authority, the greater the responsibility. However, it was just a 'fairytale.' The golden principle seemed forgotten even impressed accidentally removed from the dictionary that applies in the police." I glanced back at him, he was still reluctant to comment, only occasionally nodding and sighing.

"Can I still argue?"

"Please." Answering briefly.

"Worse, what I said earlier was not apathy. But it is real and can be witnessed by my own eyes because it is deliberately displayed by law enforcement officials. In the end, the weaker the conditions of the common people both economically and politically, the more powerless it will be in the eyes of the law."

"Hmm, why don't you go to law school?"

"Not interested."

"Next, I'm glad to hear that. Argumentasmu, make me fall in love."

"Ishh," grunted. He even smiles.

"There is a saying, the greater and stronger the monopolistic authority of the police force, the more it weakens the common people" he said. He is judging himself.

"You're right, sir. More and more rights will be removed from the civilian population. For example, the right to vigilante, the right to bend, the right to retaliate and so forth. In fact, the law in our country prohibits commoners from doing affirmative action by attacking in advance those who deceive and intimidate us though." His smile was even wider.

"Howdy right? When our opponents have taken the plunge to persecute. We just have to allow ourselves to be beaten and injured first to be called to fight in order to defend ourselves. And even then there is not necessarily a guarantee that our report will be followed up by the authorities."

"Everything, if you want to be followed up, you have to be part of the police. The way, yes by being a baby mother."

"Sabil Sir! I'm being serious!"

"I'm serious too.Good, move on!" her word.

"In the end, the injuries or traumas suffered by ordinary civilians will only be in vain, causing heartache, and also hurt feelings because they do not get justice" he said.

"Yes, we are The Lord Action" he murmured.

"Civilian commoners can only beg with all their hassles on the police. As a result, the bargaining power of commoners became depressed in such a way both physically and psychologically. Anyway, if I have kids, I'll ban my son from being a cop."

"Agree," he chirped.

"Actually, there are still a lot of grunts I want to convey. But lazy ah. So, that's enough."

"Okay, thank you. I've recorded, what you said I'll say in the central forum."

"W-what?! Mr Sabil! You're not serious, are you?! Please, don't say anything to your boss. I dare speak so to you alone."

"Haha." When I was scared, he laughed.

"Sabile sir!"

"There is an agenda to listen to the complaints of the community. So, what you did was right. Because it is one form of public concern for police institutions."

"Sabil Sir! Nay! I fear. What if I get arrested for that?!"

"Well, your attitude should also be criticized."

"meaning?"

"If you have an understanding as good as all of you are cowards, then how can criticism of the police be delivered? It's free, right? For example, if all students are afraid to take to the streets, continue who demo dong?"

"It can still be demo 'kok. Use a paid demonstrator" I replied.

"Hahaha, you could have." He laughed as he ruffled my hair.

"Haha." Spontaneous, I also laughed.

"By the way, have you permission to go out at night?" tanyakanya.

"Not yet."

"Lho, why?"

"I feel sorry for my mom and dad. They must have slept. Anyway, I went out with Mr. Sabil. You're a cop, you can look after me and secure me, right?"

"of course. Are you getting comfortable with me?"

"I don't know yes. I'm not sure yet."

"I'll wait. Oiya, we'll be here soon. Put on my jacket." Take the jacket located in the back seat.

I obey, currently already using his jacket. Have I forgiven Sabil? I don't know.

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Arriving at the house of Mr. Aksa, me and Mr. Sabil were surprised by the crowds and noise that occurred in the yard of the house. Everything is gathering. It looks like Daini is being hugged by Brother Gendis, and Miss Dewi is being hugged by Bu Yuze. Pak Aksa daydreams in a wheelchair, there are four police officers and several employees of Pak Aksa's house. However, I did not see the Director and Mr. Reza.

"Huu, this is all because of you, Daini! You perakor! Your killer, Daini!" shouted the Goddess.

"Darling, you don't deserve to blame anyone. It's destiny" said Ms. Yuze.

"Daini," call me. Mr Sabil was seen talking to police.

"K-Sister Listi?" Daini immediately rushed into my arms.

"W-What's up, Neng?" I wiped the tears that flowed the river. His eyes were swollen, his nose reddened.

"Huks, his father Bu Dewi died, sister," he whispered.

"W-what?! Innalillahiwainnailaiojirojiun! When, Neng?!"

"Ta-tadi sir Zulfikar called, Brother." I'm speechless. Confused what to comment.

"I'm going to the hospital! Now!" Madam Goddess continued to shout and thrash.

"Sir Aksa, me and two members will accompany Miss Dewi to the hospital" said Mr. Sabil.

"Please. Take good care of him, Uu. I will immediately follow to the funeral home only," said Mr. Aksa with a cold expression. Then gestured to his assistant to help push his wheelchair.

"Mother Goddess, come." Mr. Sabil extended his hand to the Goddess.

"Don't let me come into contact with your dirty hands Sabil! Remember, you also contributed to my papal death!"

"What?!" Mr. Sabil gawked while shrugging his shoulders. Then followed the Goddess who had climbed into the car.

"Mama, I want to come too" said Daini. Ask Ms. Yuze for permission.

"May, but not to the hospital dear. Tomorrow after dawn prayers go straight to the funeral home. Misti, thank you for coming here. Sister Listi accompanied Daini yes," persuaded Ms. Yuze.

"Good, Mom." While glancing at the passing Sabil sir.

"Uu'll be fine, 'kok, '" Yuze said. I immediately turned my face away.

"Did Kak Listi start liking Pak Sabil?" whispered Daini while pinching my nostrils.

"W-what? No, Neng. No."

"But, Kak Listi's gaze was like worrying about Mr. Sabil."

"Worry doesn't mean love, does Neng?" He led her into the house. What would happen if Daini knew her father Pak Sabil was staying at my house?

"Neng, 'kok can't 'sih ma'am Goddess blame you?" ask me when we get to his room.

"Psychic bu Dewi is experiencing interference, Brother. So, what he said should not be taken heart."

"Oh my goodness, Neng. Keep going, you just let it go?" He nodded. Even prepare to take ablution. Must be praying or njai.

"Said Mr. Zulfikar, the family bu Dewi considers the death of Mr. Pratama Surawijaya very awkward. So the Dewi ma'am's family filed an autopsy."

"Geez, that's terrible, Neng." I shudder.

"Pak Zulfikar and Pak Aksa also agreed to an autopsy, Sis. For in that way, at least, the cause of his death will be known. Mr. Zulfikar or Mr. Aksa, of course, did not want to be concerned with the death of Mr. Pratama Surawijaya. But, because they are in dispute, this case is a little complicated," he explained.

"Hmm, be patient" Neng." I hugged her again, then realized that Daini's hijab was wet.

"Sir, is your hair wet?"

"Yes, Brother." Blushed.

"Don't tell me that you---."

"Ah already. I want to pay a salary for the late Mr. Pratama Surawijaya," as he walked to the bathroom.

I sighed, seeing that there were two pillows piled up on the sofa, and Zulfikar's pack belt still lying on the bed, I became more and more. Geez, what's 'special about married life? I became curious.

Suddenly imagined Mr. Sabil was push-up and I was under his body.

"Arrgghh," I shouted.

"Sister Listi, why, brother?" Daini who just came out of the bathroom immediately panicked.

"Ti-no Neng, I-I don't-it's okay." Suddenly nervous.

"Face of Kak Listi red, you know," he said.

"I-I want to pay a salary, too." Immediately switch the theme and rush to the bathroom.

"Did Misti remember Sabil?" daini shouted as I was in the bathroom.

I pretended not to hear it. And whyaa? Why is it that Sabil's push-ups are overshadowed, 'clean? Right, must immediately ablaze to clear my mind.

"Ciyeee, pirikitiew." Daini is still acting.

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...~Tbc~...