Forced to Share a Bed
Khoto Wanishian

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

Praying or praying is a common thing for Muslims including me. In my religion, prayer is power. That is, I can ask for everything through prayer. Prayer will be answered in many ways.

However, in every prayer, I always ask for kindness. Even if it's a prayer for the man who once cursed me. Including what I'm doing right now. I ask for kindness for the late Mr. Pratama Surawijaya to be forgiven all his sins, received his charity, and set out in his grave. I also forgive his mistakes.

"What is your heart made of, Neng? It could be a lingering paycheck for people who have hurt you."

"Sister, when we pray well for those who hurt us, we will also get the virtues and virtues of our prayers. Because, basically, when someone criticizes us or oppresses us, that person is actually giving us a reward. So, why reproach and re-sculpt it? 'Dear, Brother. Later the reward we get from the detractor will be forfeited."

"Ck ck, you are indeed the heart of angel Neng," he praised as he lay down on my bed and daydreamed at the ceiling of the room.

"Sister was also paying for the deceased, wasn't he?" While laying down beside Misti.

"Yes, I'm a salary man, but not as much as you."

"But sincerely, isn't it your sister?"

"Ikhlas's right, sincere, Neng. Hmm, I don't think so, Neng. I'm surprised to know," he said.

Continue tilting her body until my position and sister Listi face off. Since the age of my pregnancy entered four months, I was no longer comfortable sleeping on my back. Always tilt left or right while hugging the bolster.

"Death is certain and very secret, Brother."

"Hmm, if you remember dying I like not eating tofu good, Neng. Where I have many more sins. Not like you, Neng. You're sholeh." Now while stroking my stomach.

"Itumah Kak Listi assessment only. On His side, I also do not necessarily belong to the people who sholehah, Brother."

"But the kindness that can be seen from you is so much, Neng. From the looks alone, you are already covered. Not like me. By the way, I'm curious to know Neng."

"What's the question, brother?"

"Curious to immediately know the results of his autopsy papinya bu Dewi. Couldn't Neng have died of a heart attack?" dugup.

"We'll see the results, brother. Clearly, the death of the deceased is advice for those of us who are still alive. That is, every time there is a death, there is a reminder that whoever it is will die and leave this world."

"Yes, you're right, Neng." Sister Listi nodded.

"From someone's death, history has recorded many things. The person in power in his day, will die and only become a historical record. The rich man of his day, will die and cannot carry his wealth except the treasure infused in the way of Allah" I continued. Sister Listi is still mangosteen.

"Smart and intelligent people of his day, will die and his knowledge will no longer matter except that which science is taught and practiced. Those who are poor in their day will die just as others who leave stories. So, lucky for those whose breath has not yet been exhaled in the esophagus, yet he is willing to do good and repent" I concluded.

"So my heart rippled and I heard your words. Mr. Director's lucky to have you." I smiled at her compliment.

"Pray me to move quickly, Neng" he asked.

"Aamiinu. I always pray 'kok, Brother."

"What do you pray for, Neng?"

"Do I have to say to Brother? No need, right? The point is, I always pray well."

"Issh, just say it, Neng. I want to know" he insisted.

"Emm, okay. One of them, I pray that Kak Listi can quickly get married and get married, hehehe."

"What's? Hahaha, I guessed. You'll definitely talk like that."

"Kok Brother already guessed, 'ih? Is it because Brother feels Brother's soul mate is close?"

"W-what? N-no, not so, Neng. I just thought. Ish, you're so ah, no fun." Even sulking. Lips advanced. Feeling, I don't talk too much.

"Sir Listi ngambek? Sorry." I hugged him, and he laughed.

"Hahaha, I'm not craving, Neng. Thank you yes. I mean, thank you for praying for me. Oiya, I also like to pray for you 'kok, Neng."

"I also thank you, Misti. Fellow Muslims should be like that, brother. Please help in kindness, and pray for each other."

This time, Brother Listi sighed with a smile. His attitude is a bit strange. I screamed for no reason. Now, smile to yourself. I had time to judge him by accusing Misti brother of falling in love with Mr. Sabil, but he denied it.

"Why smile, brother? Am I funny?"

"It's okay, Neng. I smile because of my thoughts about heaven."

"meaning?" I knit an eyebrow.

"Oh my goodness, Neng. I remember that because you started it first. You said you were praying that I would get married and get married?"

"Oh, haha." I got it. Apparently, Misti thought about that. He must be thinking about something that's not. Because, his cheeks look red.

"Sister Listi, let me explain yes. The heaven of that world is the enjoyment, the pleasure, and all forms of happiness obtained while we are alive and in this world. So, another meaning of the world's heaven is worldly enjoyment" I explained.

"Geez, I think the heaven of the world is--." He did not explain his words.

"That's what Big Brother meant by also including into it."

"Hehehe," instead chuckled while covering his face.

"Makanya, quickly marry dong Kak," my god.

"Issh, is getting married easy, Neng? Marriage is expensive know the cost. I don't have a soul mate either."

"Sabile sir is rich, 'kok."

"Daini, what do you mean try?" resounding. Pouting again.

"Sister Listi, as Big Brother's best friend, I can't possibly plunge Big Brother into bad things. Including in terms of finding a suitable match for Brother. After hearing the story from Mr. Zulfikar, I was even more convinced that Mr. Sabil was the best man for Kak Listi. The weight of the seedlings is clear, brother. I know a lot about Sabil. Oiya, his great-grandfather Pak Sabil is one of the national heroes, you know. Great right?"

"Indeed, if his great-grandfather was a hero too?"

"At least, the track record is good, brother. Would you marry a husband whose great-grandfather is a corruptor or a member of a banned party for example?"

"That's not it, Neng."

"Well, that's Brother knows the reason."

"Talk to you, I always lose" he said.

"Hehehe. Yeah, we're bobok yuk, brother. Let's not have bad luck at dawn. 'And go to the funeral home."

"Oiya, yes. Wait a minute, I want to tell my father the same mother first."

"Yes, Brother."

As Misti plays her phone, my eyes begin to stumble. Before actually falling asleep, I kept thinking about Mr. Zulfikar. Where does he sleep? In the hospital, right? Or, in a funeral home? I got worried. It is hard to sleep without a pillow. Because I was not calm, I took the initiative to call him. But not lifted. Call Mr. Reza. Same. Not lifted either.

Did you call Mr Sabil? But, not brave. Finally got an idea.

"Sister Listi, can you help me?"

"What help, Neng?"

"Please Brother call Mr. Sabil, please keep asking my husband, brother. I'm concerned. I called but I didn't pick up. Mr. Reza didn't pick up my call either."

"Oh my goodness, Neng. What are you worried about? The director is big. There's Reza sir and his bodyguard, too, right? Already, ah. Sleeping yuk!"

"Sir, please ...."

"OK, okay. What's the 'unable clean for Neng Daini?" Finally, Misti fulfilled my request.

I can't believe Sabil picked him up. Unfortunately, Mr. Listi did not meloudspeaker the call.

"Just kid! Who is missing?!" resounding. I wanted to eavesdrop on Mr. Sabil's words but didn't dare.

"I'm calling you because of Daini's orders. Ms. Daini wants to know her husband's news" she said.

"Oh, so? Alright. I'll tell you. Thank you Mr. Sabil." And then end the call. However, Misti's face looked gloomy.

"How's he saying, brother?"

"Sir Director --."

"Why, Brother?"

"What-what?!"

"Neng, don't be surprised. Being examined by the police does not mean that the criminal. Relax, okay?" Hugged me.

"Can you, brother? It's just right he didn't take my call. But, why didn't you tell me, brother?"

"Surely because the Director doesn't want to worry you. The Neng Daini I know is a patient wife. I'm sure you can receive this information with a clear heart."

"Yes, brother," I said.

"God has always loved His servant. As for the proof of His mercy, it can be both a mercy and a test. If we are able to pass through it, He will surely give many graces in the life of His servant. I hope you can learn from everything that happens. You must be sure that each exam will bring its own wisdom. The point is, there are no wasted tests."

I sent that message to Mr. Zulfikar. Hopefully it can make him more excited. While sister Listi, she had already fallen asleep from earlier.

"You must know from Sabil, right? I'm fine, baby. The police examined me as a complement. So don't worry, baby. My father is also scheduled to be examined. The Goddess Family is truly outrageous. They seemed to suspect that Papi Wijaya's death had something to do with me." A reply from Mr. Zulfikar.

"Are you sleeping at the police station tonight?"

"Yes darling. The plan, want to stay in his office room, Mr. Sabil. The room is comfortable 'tight. I've been there. Hmm, tonight can't hug you. Must be insomnia." I replied with a shy smile emoji.

"Yes, sleep fast is beautiful. May you and I be found in dreamland. Kangen hold you."

Furthermore, it instead sent me messages that were not worth reading by minors. I was embarrassed when I read it.

"I'm sleepy sir. It's already yes." Trying to shift his frown.

"Yes already. Have a good rest, dear. I love you."

"I love you too."

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After the dawn prayer, we went there. The funeral home. Among the motorcade of luxury cars, I was. One car with Misti's sister, Yuze's mom, Juju's mom, and Gendis' sister. Papa Aksa's in another car. Mr. Dhimas and several families whom I did not recognize participated in this group.

What happened to her papi bu Dewi, of course, immediately attracted the attention of the public. Earlier, before leaving for the funeral home, the Brotherhood had received several journalists to explain the chronology of the incident based on information obtained from the police guarding the residence of the parents of Dewi.

Along the way, the atmosphere was so awkward. No one's saying a word. I also. Choose silence and focus the view on the road through. Misti kept holding my hand. It seemed to understand my feelings at this moment.

I was like I was locked in a barrage of confusion I couldn't figure out her estuary and her head. In a way, this is destiny. But on the other hand, there are only media that are rumored if the source of this problem is me. Someone wrote the headline on their news front page, 'Harta, the throne, the sholeha woman?'

Again, whether this is how many times, the regret again enveloped my soul. The guilt came again and made my heart crumble. At a time like this, I can only be privileged while wiping my prospective baby.

Am I really the source of the problem? Am I being so selfish for choosing to stay by his side? Now, I've got it all. Love, lawful marriage, possessions, and also a baby that will soon be born into this world. Am I wrong to get all that?

I tried to hold back these tears from dripping. Seeing how papa Aksa, mama Yuze and sister Gendis turned moody, made my heart even more slashed. I see with my own eyes that this family is always trying to protect me and defend Mr. Zulfikar. However, it was only in this second that I realized that my existence was really troublesome and burdensome.

Yes Rabb, I know that patience has no limits, but ... now .. I feel like my patience is almost gone.

"Neng, why?" whispered sister Listi. I answered with a head.

This feeling continues to plague my heart. And it grew deeper when I was in the funeral home.

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Because the dead were not ordinary people, the atmosphere in the funeral home was so crowded. To me, this certainly feels foreign. Many officials, high state officials, and celebrities who served. Journalists from various media appeared to be present. Wreaths mushroomed along the way and around the funeral home.

Actually, there was a special line reserved for the Antasena family, but for fear of being the center of attention, when sister Listi and her bodyguards caught my guard off guard, I tried to separate myself from the group.

"Hanin, where are you going?" Someone held my hand.

"Deliver!" Spontaneously brushed.

"will not. Explain first, where are you going?"

"P-sir Dhimas? I-I'm going to the toilet, sir. Lately, I can't stand it." May he believe.

"You know where the toilet is? I'll take ya."

"No need!" my sentakku. It soon passed when he let me go.

"Hanindiya, careful. Don't get lost, yeah" he shouted. But I don't care about it.

Thankfully, because the atmosphere was crowded, plus I was also wearing a mask, so no one recognized me. I sat down on the chair at the end of the tent. It's pretty airy here. At least I can breathe.

"Suddenly dead?"

"Yes, originally 'sih fell out of the bathroom."

I heard the chatter of mourners sitting next to me.

"Say, last night the body was immediately autopsied to know."

"Yes, I heard it like that too. Shh, the rumor is, his death was unnatural."

"Sih's time?"

"Somebody sayin' 'cause of some kind?"

"Don't you still believe what you think you do?"

"I said it too. I don't know if it's true either. But, seeing how Mr. Zulfikar and his entire family love so much his young wife, emm, could be, right?"

"Sst, it could be that the deceased died because of the young wife."

That sentence made my chest hurt for a moment. My hands trembled and this body immediately shivered as a result of holding back anger.

"Young wife is very beautiful and looks religious. But we don't know what the original character and its parentheses are like. Many are convinced that the Antasena family has been consumed by the woman. You guys think 'deh, what's the lack of Goddess bu try?"

"Yes too 'cf? Ihh, scary huh?"

"Yes very scary. He said, now that they're officially married know. Wow, won a lot 'uh the actor. His life is lucky?"

"True, I feel sorry for her daughter. Already her husband was captured, forced to accept the actor, uh, now her father even died suddenly. Hopefully the actor will quickly get karma."

Astaghfirullah ....

I can no longer hear that talk. I hurried to leave the chair I was occupying. My steps were empty, my mind was clenched in all its wrappings.

I continued to walk away from the funeral home until it did not feel like I was on the side of the highway. When a taxi passes by, these hands act as if they are moving themselves and stopping the taxi. In the taxi, I cried.

"Where are you going, Ma'am?"

"Nr ...." I'm confused myself.

"Mr?"

"Emm, to the airport, sir."

"Well," he said.

Then I turned off my phone. Then look back and keep crying.

"Hulu."

Mr. Zulfikar .. forgive me. Mama Yuze, papa Aksa, I'm sorry. Sister Listi, Brother Gendis, I apologize too.

"Huuu, huks."

Abba .... Ummi .. sorry .. I'm just a human being. Ummm .... Abba .... I was in a fragile and tired position. Sorry ....

I am still a human being who often faces critical conditions that sometimes plunge me into sin. I am still a human being who cannot free myself from grievances. I was destined to be a khotos-wanisyian. The place is wrong and forgot.

I realized that I was a very weak being, both physical and psychological. Yes, I do have a sense as an advantage that can be used to overcome my weaknesses. But right now, I feel that my common sense is not working properly. I realized that I was experiencing failure, error and forgetfulness.

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"It's at the airport, ma'am." That sentence surprised me.

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...~Tbc~...