Forced to Share a Bed
Take after

"Where is my dear Abil?"

"Still in his room, Mom."

"Aren't you awake?"

"No."

"Lho, 'ok so 'honey, I'm telling you to --."

"Already Mom, already," as I was.

A little upset with mom. I think it is very dear to you, Mr. Sabil. My mom and I were in the dining room. But, Father, I must have gone to the store.

"Oh, hehehe. I thought you were right not waking up."

Busy with breakfast menu. The menu this time was not as usual. More fully. Definitely to entertain the new children of mothers. Yeah, let's call him the new kid in this house.

"Eits, that glass is for a Abil, baby. You're this one." Until I pull my hand.

"Geez, Mom, the whole thing," I said.

"Listi, you think 'deh, who 'wouldn't have a daughter-in-law as cool as Mr. Sabil? Less what else is he trying, baby? You're the only one who doesn't think straight."

"What?! Ishh." I've guessed mom and dad would have liked Mr. Sabil because of his position.

"Darling, don't think your father and mother bless you and Mr. Sabil because of his position. Absolutely not, son. Mom and dad like it because we think Sabil deserves you." Uh, 'cock like mom can read my mind?

"But if you don't like it, mom and dad won't push." I listened to my mother's babble while enjoying the wheat bread.

"Oiya, I want to ask you seriously. Don't you feel the same way, Sabil?"

"Emm - - -."

"Assalamu'alaikuum," he came. It's neat and fragrant. Directly greet the mother and spread a smile.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. MasyaAllah, Aa very handsome," praised mother.

"Thank you, Mom." Without awkward directly sitting, facing the dining table and observing the menu presented.

"What is the same breakfast? Sorry it's just like this."

"It's a lot of ma'am, too. I used to have breakfast with toast, milk and fruits."

"Luckily, I was wondering about Aa. So, please enjoy. This is milk, bread, and fruits prepared." I really look for face. Geez, do mom and dad really like Sabil?

"Well, thank you, ma'am. So trouble Mom." Mr. Sabil looks happy he seems to receive the bread and milk offered by the mother with pleasure.

"Which father?" tanyakanya.

"Have gone to the store, A. Later when the housework is done, Mother also follows the Father."

"Didn't you have a housekeeper?"

"She, A. The driver is there too, but only called once in a while if really needed," explained the mother. Then mom left us with the excuse of turning on PAM. I'm gonna head down right away. Focus on my plate containing fried rice.

"Calm down, it's the last night I stayed here. So, I won't bother you and your parents anymore." I don't know what it means to say that word. I don't give a shit. Stay down, chew my food.

"Tia."

"What."

"The next week, I'll be busy. Maybe, absolutely can't visit your house."

"No problem" I replied. After all, what does his busy life have to do with visiting my house?

"Tia."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I love you."

I was silent, and then she moved after finishing her milk. I also stood up. Confused about what to do.

"I'm leaving. Oiya, can I borrow your helmet?"

"I'm on leave, if you want, I can take you to the office. My father did not bring a car. You bring a bike, a nice helmet to wear with you" I explained. He stared and stared. As if I didn't believe my offer.

"Do you really want to drive me? Of course I want to," he said.

"Yes, I'm waiting in the garage." Passed. I don't know where the wind is from. 'I could suddenly want to drive him.

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With his PD he sits beside the wheel. Installed a seat belt. Mother who was watering flowers looked at us with a smile. I must have thought I had accepted it.

"Nobody's missing, is it?" ask me before turning on the wheel.

"There," he answered.

"Not taken first?"

"I left it intentionally" he said.

"What stuff?" I asked while returning my mother's hand.

"Not stuff." Hmm, he must have seduced me. I decided not to ask anymore.

"You know my office address?"

"Know."

"Oiya, why are you so stiff like this? Where's that old Listi bar-bar?" He kept looking at me. Not sore what 'neck look on?

"Oiya, today, forensic police will report the autopsy results of Mr. Pratama Surawijaya. His report is still not published to the public, meanwhile, will only be submitted to family and related parties. Do you want to see it in person?"

"Can I see you in person?"

"By dong, there will be me. Wanna?" I'm nodding. Yes, I was curious about the results.

"But I'm outside, sir. If I'm coming with you, I'm afraid something's wrong."

"Misunderstanding how?"

"They will question our relationship."

"It doesn't matter, I'm single. You're single, aren't you?"

"Yes 'sih. But ...."

"But what, Tia? Do you still wish for your ex? Look, in a minute, Akmal is getting married" she explained.

"W-what?! How do you know Akmal wants to get married? You're not talking about it, are you?"

"i'm serious. After convincing myself that I like you, to be honest, I often investigate all the things that you have a relationship with."

"No work" I murmured.

"I've even figured out shoe numbers, slippers, and --." numbers." He did not continue his sentence.

"What number?!" My mind has gone there.

"Hahaha, your house number and phone number" he replied. Oh my, what number do I think. Mercifully.

"If he wants to get married, that's fine."

I'm a little dreamy. Honestly, I haven't forgotten that guy. I hate him, but ..many memories with him are not yet out of my memory.

"Akmal's wife-to-be is the woman he was with when we passed them. You remember, don't you?"

"Yes, I remember."

I bowed listlessly. I was stupid all along. I don't think he'll be that easy to forget me. If she has been steady on getting married, then she has wiped out everything about me.

"Hey, why? Are you sad to hear that news? What is sad for? What is disappointed for? While next to you, there is currently a man who is more worthy of you," he said as he stroked my hair. His arrogance always arises when talking about Akmal. I could only clear my breath and let him stroke my hair along the way.

"Let's go to her wedding, then show the arrogant guy that you've forgotten him, too."

"Good idea," I said.

"Or you just take revenge" he said.

"meaning?"

"Look, Akmal'kan immediately married after breaking up from you, 'well, why don't you just get married? Impasse, right?"

"Married? Who's married to? Marriage is not easy, sir. I'm not ready."

"Hey, yes marry me, Tia. Yes, marriage is not easy, but we can learn together, right?" I was silent for a moment. He was looking at his words.

"agreed?"

"Agreed what?"

"Married to me."

"Emm, it's here" I replied. He sighed.

"Tia, wait." He grabbed my shoulder as he opened the car door.

"Why?"

"Your lips are too red, is it okay if they are slightly removed?"

"W-what?! Is it so red? This is my new lipstick I bought from tiktik." Directly mirrored in the rearview.

"When we left, I saw it was still pink. It seems to be getting redder as time goes on" he said.

"Oh my goodness."

I'm appalled. Sure enough, it's red. Like chili. I looked for wet tissue in my bag, but nothing. The face in the car was gone.

"Want me to help you clean up?" bargained for.

"Absolutely, Mr Sabil brought a wet tissue?"

"No, there are wet lips" she said with a smile.

"W-what? Ish, it's not funny to know sir." While cleaning it with my hands.

"Hahaha," she laughed.

"Is it not so red?" Ask him to give an assessment.

"Let me see it more closely." He checked. Eyes focused. My eyes blinked, for Sabil was getting closer.

"A-you want what?" Immediately put my head back."

"Haish, shit!" grunts. He realized that his seat belt had not been opened and limited his space.

"Hahaha," gelakku. Pretty funny. Mr. Sabilpun laughed until his ears turned red.

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