Forced to Share a Bed
Presentiments

Coach Ma

His surprise was extraordinary when Neng Daini suddenly came and asked permission to spend in his former boarding house. Fortunately, the hostel is empty, aka no occupants.

There's not much I can ask him. Because, when I saw the condition, I could already guess that Neng Daini was having problems. Besides, seeing her big belly, I couldn't bear to interrogate her.

When she married her boss, her life changed. You could say it has suddenly become an impromptu artist. However, until now, there are only media that corner and blame him. As far as I know, Daini is tough and patient. But, for some reason, today I saw that he was really fragile. Maybe, the effects of her pregnancy as well?

"I was wrong, Mom. I know I was wrong. But ...."

That sentence was what he said before going into the boarding room. Next, all I heard was her crying. Want to advise him and ask about his problems, but not the heart. What does this have to do with the death of Mr. Pratama Surawijaya? I could think so.

In the end, I chose not to interfere. I know very well that Daini understands religion. So, for a while, let it go. Sometimes, being alone is the best way to calm a troubled heart.

When there is a problem that is so severe to deal with, sometimes it takes time to be alone. Not to run away from problems or avoid problems, but to clear your mind.

I think everyone has their own way to calm down and clear their minds. There are also those who are looking for friends or friends to confide in. But, there are also those who deliberately isolate themselves for some time. Either by going somewhere alone or enjoying something alone. So, I don't immediately blame Neng Daini.

"Neng, eat yuk first!" take me. As a mother, I certainly have more experience than Neng Daini. At this hour, pregnant women like to be hungry.

"Come, Mom. It's not locked" he replied from the inside.

I brought him a chicken soto that was still steaming. The fragrance is fresh, with an interesting color because I multiply the number of tomatoes sliced.

Arriving at his room, I placed the soto on the table. Neng Daini is teaching. His eyes. Occasionally rubbing tears that pooled in the corner of his eyes.

"There's a chicken soto, Neng. The rice red. Neng Daini would have liked." Then come closer and hold his shoulder. I also saw his HP lying down. It seems to have been deliberately turned off.

"Thank you, Mom."

He shuts down the Qur'an. Then open the door. On her smooth white neck, I accidentally saw traces of love. So ashamed of myself. Neng Daini definitely did not notice it. Thankfully, neng Daini immediately put on his hijab. Otherwise, the humorous me definitely could not help but laugh.

"Together, Neng. I'm really happy Neng is here. I thought it was just a dream."

"I'm sorry if my arrival surprised you."

"Not at all, Neng. Hayu atuh, eat."

"Good, but ... Mom ate too. I'm gonna eat together, Mom."

"Yes already, Mother accompany. I'll take another plate."

After returning to his room, we ate together. Intentionally do not discuss anything so that he is greedy and can momentarily forget the problem. I look at him occasionally. Neng Daini is getting beautiful and full. His nails are painted in bright red. It contrasts with its pure white skin.

It is not wrong if the Daini neng is valued conglomerate. Visually, it does have a selling point. Plus his friendly attitude. It feels, all the things that Daini has are very interesting. Especially for the opposite sex.

Eat it pretty good. Finished eating, as usual, he was busy tidying up and washing dishes. In fact, I had banned it, but neng Daini insisted on washing the dishes.

"I haven't washed dishes in a long time, Mom. I miss doing the dishes" he said with a smile. In fact, I'm sure it was a forced smile.

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"Can I listen to your story? What's wrong with you, Neng? Your husband must be worried. Not just your husband, everyone who loves you the same must be worried. Earlier, when Mom watched TV, I did not accidentally see your husband highlighted by the camera at his place of Mr. Pratama. Poor to see Neng. He looks so sad. Keep bowing and kayak has no spirit."

After Neng Daini looked calm, I tried to persuade her to tell. I sat by his bed.

"Huuu, Mom .. When I'm alone and spending time with myself, I find it easier to loosen my claustrophobic feelings. I was listening to my heart. Right now, I'm facing my own feelings. My problems have been going on for a long time, Mom. Old, weird and complicated. In fact, I felt like I had lost my sanity. This way, I think it can help me calm down."

"Mrs ... Mom understands. It's not easy to be in your position. I know Neng Daini is always on the side of being cornered, blamed, and judged."

"Mom, when I'm alone, at least .. I can calm myself in my own way. I feel able to make peace and accept things as they are without feeling rushed or pressed. My energy feels like it can be refilled according to my needs. That way, after being alone enough, I can again have the energy to take a new step in solving my problems" he explained.

I hugged her. Let neng Daini cry on my shoulder. He must have suffered a lot. No matter how much patience, Neng Daini is still an ordinary man.

"Neng, no matter how big of a problem you are facing right now, hopefully it can be resolved well soon. I will pray for your good. I don't know what the case is, but ... I'm sure you can deal with it. As Neng Daini often said to Mother, 'God will not give tests beyond the ability of His servant.' So, I hope Neng doesn't drag on for too long under these conditions."

"Huks, yes Mom ...." He sobs. So follow the crying made.

"Who knew Neng was hiding here?" He shook his head.

"Ummi and I don't know?" He's nagging.

"Oh my goodness, Neng. Why is it like this? Poor thing, they must be worried."

"I-I know Mom. But .. a-I'm confused. I just want to be alone first. I want to give my own mentality a chance to rebuild my confidence and patience, Mom."

"Don't you know, too?"

"Yes, Mom."

I sighed, so confused as to say what to advise him.

"Life is not always smooth, Neng. There are times when we feel joy, but there are also the toughest times to go through. When that happens, self-control plays a very important role. Because, the more a person can control themselves, the more honed and directed his ability in dealing with a problem."

"Neng, Mom and you are both women. As you know, a good man will certainly remember that the woman was created from a rib that has a crooked nature. So, if the husband is too hard to deal with and educate his wife, then the bone will break. If it is too weak, the position will remain crooked. Thus, what is needed is the patience of a husband as the leader of the household."

"Mom, my husband is kind and patient. I didn't run away because I fought with him. I left for another reason I can't tell you about with Mom."

"Oh, I thought you were fighting. It's worth the love sign on your neck that looks like it's new." Tempted her a little to keep her entertained.

"M-Mom saw it? Wh-when? Feelings, I wear the hijab constantly." His face immediately flushed.

"Hehehe, that was Neng. When you open the door. Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"That's okay, Mom."

"Keep, what's Neng's plan? Sorry, I don't mind Neng staying here. I just want to know, Neng wants to stay here until when?"

"Emm, you-maybe till the day after tomorrow, ma'am. Can you, Mom?"

"By, Neng. Basically, I don't care if you want to stay forever. But, your husband is not a random person, Neng. I'm worried that your presence here is sniffed by journalists and in the future it will even increase your problems."

"I-I understand, Mom."

"Yes, now you sleep. It's night. It's okay, isn't it if you stay?"

"No problem, Mom. Thanks for the advice. I'm grateful to know the hostess as well as you."

"Hehehe, Neng Daini can most if seducing." I moved after I covered him.

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Arrived in my room, unable to sleep. The mind continues to be the same neng Daini. I also worry about my husband and family. Right now, they must be panicking looking for Neng Daini.

"Hungary ...." So restless. Already changed sleeping position, still uncomfortable.

'Teeet.'

Suddenly the bell rang. I was surprised, my feelings were so bad. No one usually visits at this hour of the night. Rather than being curious, I rushed to check on him.

My heart was like it was about to jump when I saw the reality I saw from behind from the curtain. My hands are cold. My knees are shaking. The man was wearing ordinary clothes, but in his pants pocket there was an object resembling a gun.

Who is he? Is he a real cop? Don't be a fake cop anymore. Feelings never seen, but .. where is it? What's he here for? What wrong? Is there a burrow around here? Is there any unexpected t e r o r i s perhaps? My brain thinks hard.

Ting, Daini?

Yeah, I'm sure that guy is a cop looking for Daini's neng. But, 'ok he can guess neng Daini is here?

'Teeet.'

The man pressed the bell again. From the look in his eyes, it didn't seem like a bad person. In appearance it looks convincing. I don't think he's a fake cop. Visually, he was also handsome and dashing.

"Sorry, can I help you?" my many. My position was standing in the doorway that I partially opened.

"Sorry to interrupt Mom's rest. Introduce, I'm Iptu Sabil Sabilulungan. I'm Zulfikar's best friend. I've been here, this is our third meeting" he said.

"Oh yeah? Emm, I forgot. What's up, huh? Oiya, please sit down, sir." I let her sit on a plastic chair on the porch.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Just go ahead, what's up, sir?" Pretending not to know.

"I'm looking for Zulfikar's wife, ma'am. He used to be a hostess here. Mommy would have known. In fact, this was already outside of duty hours, this place was also not included in the list of search routes. But, I suddenly felt that Miss Daini was here. My hunch could be wrong. But, I need proof, ma'am," he explained. In fact, his feeling was correct.

I'm rattled. Tell me not, will ya? I'm not sure if he's Zulfikar's best friend either. I can't just believe and just believe.

"Okay, here's my ID. It's a member's card."

He put the cards in front of me. Checking it. As a result, these cards seem to be genuine.

"Prove that you are his friend Mr. Zulfikar."

He smiled again, scratching his head. Facing mothers like me must be extra patient. He then showed vidio his cooperation with Zulfikar sir. There was neng Daini also in the vidio. Fix, I'm sure if he's not lying.

"Sabil sir, I'm sorry. I will only explain the truth to Mr. Zulfikar. Earlier, you yourself said if you came to my house outside of duty hours. So, legally, I may not give a response because you cannot show a warrant outside of duty hours. Yeah, right?"

"Hmm, I've guessed, facing mothers is not easy. But, from Mom's description, I concluded that Miss Daini was here. Is my guess right? Is Miss Daini okay?" Again, the assumption remains.

"That's just my guess. Don't be too PD, sir."

"Mom, please cooperate. The Antasena family is in the spotlight. If the media finds out that Daini's mom is missing, the problem will get more complicated. I'm here as a mediator, you don't have to panic or be scared. Again, I would like to ask Mom nicely. Is Miss Daini really here?"

For a moment, I took a breath. Can this man be trusted? Wouldn't Neng Daini be disappointed if his whereabouts were leaked?

"Sir, how about I guarantee Daini's safety?" In a quiet voice, I was finally honest.

"I mean Mom?"

"Actually, Neng Daini is indeed here."

"What?! Thank goodness."

He was surprised and grateful. His face was instantaneous. Continue taking his phone. Maybe you want to tell someone this good news.

"Sir, wait. Don't tell anyone yet. I have a request first." He broke his intention. His HP was put back into his small bag.

"What request, Mom?"

"Please you keep secret the existence of Neng Daini until the day after tomorrow. I beg you, Sir. Neng Daini talked to me a lot. The next day, he promised to return home. Perhaps, Neng Daini did need some time to be alone and calm his mind. Until the day after, my security is guaranteed. I'll take care of him." He knitted his brows. Was thinking.

"Sir, don't think about it for long." I was impatient.

"Hmm, okay. I believe in Mother. But, I can't just entrust Miss Daini to Mom. So, until the day after tomorrow, starting tonight, I'll put members on guard here."

"Huhuh? Later found out dong with Daini, sir."

"Mother just relax. They will disguise themselves and will not appear. If that's what Daini wants, I can't force her to come home tonight. In hindsight, Ms. Daini did need to be given a chance to determine her life path. All this time, as I see it, she's always been obedient to her husband and family. A little bit, I know that he's depressed a lot. Uh, sorry Mom. I'm gossiping." He smiled after realizing his mistake. Gossiping like mothers.

"Hehehe, you're funny."

"Haish, it was Mom who said I was funny. Usually, people say that I am handsome. Uh, I'm sorry I was so bragging."

"Haha."

Finally, we laughed together. Then realized he had not given her any drinking water.

"Sir, sorry. I haven't suguhied anything."

"It's okay, Mom. Actually, kind of drag, 'nih. Because I've been busy looking for Daini's mom all day, I've been drinking less."

"Yes, geez. It is very sad for this Father. Yeah, I'll get you some water first." I'm budging.

"Mom, no need to bother," prohibit it.

Then, we were surprised because there was a car in front that suddenly stopped. Mr. Sabil gawked while saying ....

"Well, ma'am. That's Zulfikar's car. That's her husband, Daini. He must have been here because there was a hunch as well."

"What-what?!" I'm pecking at confusion.

Oh my goodness, Daini. How'this? You failed to stop, neng. Sure enough, when the driver of the car came down. I recognized him immediately. He is Zulfikar Saga Antasena.

"Sabil sir?!" Immediately surprised when he saw the whereabouts of Mr. Sabil.

"Hahaha, are you here too?" Even asked.

"Sabil sir, I can't laugh. Hanin has not been found. How can I laugh. How dare Mr. Sabil laugh at my suffering" he said, sitting on a chair. In fact, I have not allowed it.

"Patience, sir," said Mr. Sabil.

"Mom, just go ahead. Is my wife here?" tanyakanya.

"Emm," confused.

"Mom!" Mr. Zulfikar is very impatient.

"Pak Zulfikar, patient sir. Ms. Daini is not here, I have checked" Sabil said. Thank goodness I was relieved.

"really? I don't believe it yet. I have to check first. Ma'am, let me check into the room."

"I'm sorry, can't sir. It's intruding on the privacy of the host."

Mr. Zulfikar covered his hair. Eyes glazed. Seeing him, I felt sorry. But, is he also trustworthy? So, me and Mr. Sabil looked at each other.

"At least, let me see it, Mom. So that my heart may be calm." Mr. Zulfikar is still curious.

"Sorry, Sir. Can't."

"I was suspicious. If Hanin isn't here, why can't I check?!" His tone is rising.

"Sir, patience. I'll drive you home."

"Can't, Mr. Sabil!"

"Sir, I'm sure Daini's mom will be found soon."

"Yes, I'm sure too! But, when?! Whatwhat?! She's pregnant, I'm so worried about Mr. Sabil! You don't have a wife yet! So I can't feel how scared he is to lose his wife!"

Sabil then gestured. As if asking me for permission to be honest with Mr. Zulfikar. I shook my head.

"Honey, where are you?" Mr. Zulfikar then stood up and left just like that. It staggered. I got worried.

"Sir Zulfikar, you're okay, aren't you?" Mr. Sabil followed and wiped it.

"Don't mind me, Mr. Sabil! I'm going to go find Hanin!"

"Don't force yourself, sir. It's not good if you're driving under these circumstances."

"I don't care!" While pushing Sabil's shoulder.

"Sir Zulfikar, wait." In fact, I can't bear to see Mr. Zulfikar's condition. Finally, I decided to tell him.

"Actually, Neng Daini is here."

"WHAT?! Mr Sabil! You covered up my wife's whereabouts?! What do you mean, huh?!" Clutching the collar of Sabil sir's shirt.

"Sir, relax. Let me explain first. This is not Sabil's fault. The wrong mother" I asked.

"Where's the Hanin?!"

"Sir, wait a minute. Patience first. I have to explain something." Sabil and I held him.

"Look sir, Miss Daini needs to be alone. Can you hold yourself back until the day after tomorrow? Let's give Ms. Daini a chance to calm down first" said Sabil.

"Can't! I can't!" his jolt.

Mr. Zulfikar brushed off my hand and that of Mr. Sabil. Then ran towards the side yard of my house that was connected to the room of the hostess Neng Daini.

"Sir Zulfikar."

Sabil and I went after him. Wow, what a pity for Daini. Those who will meet, I thump.

"Sir, neng Daininya is asleep. Poor thing, sir."

"She's my wife, Mom! I'm entitled to my wife!" I sighed, Mr. Sabil, shaking his head.

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...~Tbc~...