Forced to Share a Bed
Matchmaking

"Don't be long with dangdosna (the dress)."

"Teu kedah menor-menor (no need to overdo it). She is a natural beauty."

"That's it (a damn thing)."

He just kept sending messages. Surprisingly, I felt happy when I read it. As a result, the time to prepare me is getting longer.

"Already dong, do not send messages continue, I do not calm down if hunted like this."

"Oh, muhun atuh (okay deh). The hapunten (sorry yes)."

My goodness, his Sundanese language reminds me of Daini. Fortunately, I often learned Sundanese from Daini. I could understand his words. Although less eloquent, I understand the meaning.

Finished too. I wear a black calf-topped blouse with jasmine and monster leaves. Then bring a white sling bag. Do not forget to wear perfumes and body lotions. Wear pink lipstick, mascara, and brown eye lenses. Take a breath before venturing into the living room.

...***...

Arriving in the living room immediately lowered because it became the center of attention. Mom and Dad looked at me with a smile. That guy? This time acting ordinary. Tonight, in front of my mother and father, he looked wise. Not smiling at all. Just looking at my appearance with a glance.

"Such a beauty, mother, hehehe." Mom held my shoulder.

"Who used to dong his father," he said.

"Yes already, afraid of the night, you guys quickly leave huh. Oiya, this is a gift for neng Daini. Mother's sandwich cake. Hope he likes it. I am confused about what to love. Neng Daini already has it all. Want anything to just snap a finger," babble mom. Then Sabil stood up. Same with father. Finally, me and Sabil said goodbye.

"Don't be too late for home, A."

"Good, Mom."

"Titip the Father's daughter."

"Ready, sir." While doing a gesture of respect to the father. Then I said my greetings and left.

"Shhh," said he.

"Why?" Glanced at. Apparently, he was extending his hand.

"You what?" I pretended not to understand.

"With dong" he said.

"No way, my mother's same father still sees we know."

"Issh, ayang mah. Not understanding." She pouted but grabbed my hand and took me to the front of my house.

...***...

"Tadaaa," said he. He stretched his hand out on a luxurious car commonly worn by top artists.

"Mo-who's car is this?"

My eyes glared for a moment. No hypocrite, what chick's eyes don't like cars this fancy?

"The car has Aa oruh ayang."

He dared to call himself. Then he pressed the car remote until both doors lifted and resembled wings. Lips open.

"Wow," decakku.

The materialistic soul appeared instantly and thrashed. Unknowingly surrounded the car and amazed. Mr. Sabil smiled as he shook his head. For a while, I forgot my pride. Fortunately I quickly realized.

"Why bring a car like this? I don't like it."

"Are you sure you don't like it?" Pulling my hand to sit down immediately.

"Remain," I said. Obviously, I don't like this car for a variety of reasons. That is, do not like because the price is expensive, and the tax burden is exorbitant.

"This car is the plan I want to give to you."

"What-what?!" Until he swallowed the saliva so shocked.

"Seriously," he said and began to take the wheel.

"Even if Mr. Sabil is serious, I don't want to. Point," reject me.

"Jangang call 'pak' again dong ayang. It's not good to know he heard it. Enough for Bu Daini to call 'father' with her husband."

"Mr ...." Apparently, if it's close, so dead fleas. What's wrong with me? Why is it so weak?

"Tia, hey, chat or something," as she grabbed my hand.

"Don't hold it, sin knows." I'm even talking like that. Obviously this morning we were ....

"Hahaha, if holding hands is a sin, what else was it this morning? So, that's a sin?" said.

"Yes" I replied short. Then I pulled my hand out of his hand.

"Geez, how could Daini not be touched by men before marriage?" muttered.

"Bu Daini touched 'kok. Even tarnished before marriage, but the way is very unique and can not be blamed. Is there such a thing?" dream with a smile.

"Yes 'sih. Depends on charity sir, um I mean, A."

"What's the difficulty of calling 'Aa?' Why so awkward?" his protest.

"I don't know either."

"Be like before. Like the list I knew before," he asked.

"I feel mediocre 'uh."

"Okayang, before and after creation, your attitude becomes different."

"On what basis are you sure that we've been made?"

"On what basis? Emm, basically a lot of 'kok. First, my father and Mr. Haikal have agreed to match us. The matchmaker turned out to be Mr. Zulfikar. Second, I love you. Third, you and your family are very kind and friendly. Fourth, I sleep in your room. Fifth, while in my office, you didn't reject me, you were very obedient, gentle, and sweet." He spoke so while rubbing his own lips. What does it mean try?

I just sighed. Come to think of it, it would not hurt if I tried to open myself up to another man. 'Oh, Akmal I can't hope anymore either. He's getting married. Which means, he's forgotten about me.

"I'm even willing to be your runaway man. Marry me, Tia." He took my hand again, then kissed my hand repeatedly.

"Is there a man in this world willing to run away? I don't believe it," I said.

"She, Tia. I'm proof. If Mr. Zulfikar and Mr. Daini can love each other, we can too. At first, Daini's mom hated Zulfikar, didn't she?"

"Even though I'm his best friend, I never knew what Daini's heart was."

"All right, let's talk about us. Will you be my companion?"

"If I say no? Will you be disappointed?"

"No. For even if you refuse, you will still be mine."

Why is he so confident? I'm sure this has something to do with the match. Have you and your uncle made a deal? Then, why did Mr. Sabil say that our matchmaker was Mr. Zulfikar? Could it be that someone as busy as Zulfikar would be willing to interfere in this kind of business?

"What about Ipda LD Monita?" I don't know why, I'm annoyed with that Polwan.

"Monit I consider to be my brother. He and I have no relationship. Yes, we were close. But only as a peer. No more than that."

"Oh," I said. Then I lay my head on the car seat and closed my eyes.

"What's sleepy?" tanyakanya. It slows down the steering.

"Little."

"It's just a minute, 'cock."

Yeah, it's gonna be a minute. The hospital building is visible.

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Arriving at the hospital parking lot, he immediately went down to open the car door. He even protected my head from bumping into the body of the car. His attitude was very sweet, and what he did instead made me think of Akmal.

"Don't be too good. Akmal also did the same thing you just did."

"Tia," she's holding my shoulder. I'm down.

"I know you're still hoping for that guy. Yeah, right?"

He raised my face to face his face. I was weak, I stared at Mr. Sabil with trembling lips as it held back the tears. Why am I this weak? Whyaa? Fortunately, this parking area is deserted.

"Tia, don't cry anymore."

He suddenly grabbed me. Falling is my defense. My cry broke out in her chest that smelled so fragrant. All the doubts I expressed with heartbreaking talk. Yes, I hesitate to accept Mr. Sabil because he cannot stand the ridicule and gossip from the public.

Being close friends with Daini, I was often accused of supporting infidelity. In addition, I was also accused if my current position was the result of nepotism. Not to mention the allegations deliberately close to Daini in order to get the goddess fortuna as well as Daini. Akmal even accused me of having an affair with Mr. Sabil because I was crazy about possessions and positions.

"Huuu, A-A Abil ...," I said. Still in his arms.

"Yes, I love you, Tia. Don't be shy." While stroking my shoulder.

"Why am I always hesitant to accept you? I-it's because ...."

"Yes, because what? Just say it."

"Because I don't want to be accused of using you for money, wealth, and popularity. Do you know why Akmal decided on me?"

"Emm, don't know."

"That's because Akmal accused me of having an affair with you. Huks, so ... what happens if we date or get married? That means Akmal's accusation will be considered correct" I explained. Then try to unravel the decapitation.

"Tia, look at me" he whispered. I looked up, looking at him.

"Tia, even though the news of the closeness of our relationship and marriage will shake the world, then what is wrong? Tell me where is the fault? Nothing, right?"

"Yes, but Akmal must have accused me of being a hypocritical woman. Because earlier, I denied having any relationship with you. I will also be accused of being the same matre girl as Akmal's family. Because, they believe that Akmal decided on me because I would rather have an affair with a richer man. I--."

"Hey, Tia, listen to me first" he said. I'm silent too.

"It's not always 'accept what it is' so women's choice. In fact, there are many women who prefer to choose a rich man as a companion to his life. To be honest, almost every woman wants a man like me." At times like this, he can still be narcissistic.

"Is it true that women who choose rich men are synonymous with matre? I don't think it's like that. Because, in this day and age that all must be paid with money, it makes sense that women want their future guaranteed. I don't think women like that are matre. Except realistic."

"But--."

"But what?"

"A-What A Abil doesn't worry that I'm just using you? Ju-honestly I was ---."

"Still wishing for that stupid guy?!" I'm nodding.

'No.' The flick of my forehead is pretty strong.

"It turns out, you're a lot more stupid than Akmal," leaving me.

"Laughter you call me stupid! My GPA's 3.84 knows!" my yelling.

"Woman who still hopes for her ex-boyfriend who wants to get married, what more nickname if not a stupid woman. Though, beside him there is already a man who is much more handsome, more established, and cooler," he said. Then running.

"Eh, Sir! Em, A Abil wait."

"Pursue me if you dare." He was running faster.

"Hey, Sir! Don't run!" forced pursue.

He kept running while mocking me by blasting his lips. Less asem! He had to increase his speed to catch up. 'Kok is a Vrindavan movie. A romp in the hospital hallway? Just be right.

...***...

Wait, he should have gotten into the elevator, right? But 'the elevator's empty, right? There is no other elevator in this area. Where's he going, 'cure? I spread the view. A group of visitors enter the elevator. Someone pulled me into the gap between the elevator and the emergency stairs. This gap is so narrow.

"P-Pak - - -."

"Sstt," she put her index finger on my lips.

"Why are we kayaking, huh? Why hide here?" It's really uncomfortable. Our bodies are crammed.

"So I saw my boss, I think there are relatives who are being treated in this hospital as well."

"Why should I hide?"

"Because this place is suitable for us" he whispered. Habits! Always whispering while kissing my ears.

"Who-you mean?"

"I'm sorry, I guess .. I have to get married soon." Now he's cupping my cheek.

"A-you want what?" Nervous.

"Why to visit Daini only you have to dress up this beautiful? It's normal to be, right?" While sniffing my neck.

"Eh, Sir. Emm, A Abil, don't do this. A-ah, do-sin knows, A." I pushed his shoulder. Because this place is narrow. Everything is in vain.

"I know it's a sin, but I can't help it, Tia. I want this again, bo-can ya?" He traced my lips with his fingers.

"W-what? You-you're crazy huh? I-I don't want to, A Abil!" Turn away faces.

"Just a minute, please." He put my head into position.

"A-Grand ...."

As his face approached, I could not hold on. Immediately closed his eyes so that his good looking face did not interfere with my vision.

"I wanna kiss your lips," whispered again.

I shudder. His hot breath makes me creep. Simultaneously, he gently embraced my neck. I was helpless, instead looking at him with a gaze that seemed to be asking and praying. Can't! I can't be like the pious Daini. I can't keep myself from this little zina.

In fact, I have been beguiled by his persuasion and seduction. I even opened my mouth slowly and let her have fun with my lips. Why do sinful things always enjoy doing?

Answer's simple. That is, because humans tend to violate what is forbidden. I should have implanted it in me if something sinful would have harmed me. Either harm in the present, or in the future.

My breath and breathing began to roar. Chests up and down. And so is my chest. It feels like it wants to explode. He rubbed my lips after doing so with a smile.

"Thank you" he said.

Then he led my hand out of the narrow room and acted as if nothing had ever happened. I was silent a thousand languages, lowered my head, and fluttered. If my body is that comfortable, does that mean my soul likes it?

...****...

"I want a blood sugar check" he said as we were in the elevator.

"Abil has diabetes?" my many. Still in a down state.

"Diabetes's disease is nonexistent. But, didn't I just suck on the sweet." Fortunately, in this *l*ift there is only me and him.

"W-what? Don't talk about it." I turned away from him and faced the elevator wall. But, he came closer again and hugged me from behind.

"Your body is cuddly. Not too fat, not too small."

"Sabil sir, get out!"

"Call me A Abil or Aa."

"Yes, A. Off! What if there's someone?"

"Just answer if we're newlyweds."

'Tin.'

Till. He's unwinded. I sighed, and this cheek still felt hot from bearing the shame.

"A Abil, wait. I just remembered something."

"Why?"

"Why don't we bring anything? Shouldn't I bring my mom's sandwich cake?"

"Geez, I forgot. I also bought parcels for Daini's mom. Yes, please wait here. I'm going back to the car again." He hurried. Back to the elevator.

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Arrived in Daini's room. I hugged him right away. After greeting Daini, Sabil sat down on the chair while playing his phone. In this room there are only Daini and Ipi. Ipi is one of the ART at the home of Mr. Aksa. In front of the room, there was Mr. Agus and Mr. Budi.

"You're okay, aren't you Neng?"

"Alhamdulillah, Brother."

The brain is being transfused blood and also attached oxygen. I didn't ask why he ran away. I was just asking about her condition and her future twin.

"Where is the Director?"

"Sama ma'am Dewi," he replied calmly.

There was not the slightest expression of sadness on his face. Geez, what is your heart made of, neng? After all, 'kok sir the director must've left Daini? Already know Daini is sick again! Ish! Basic men! He must have vented his lust on the Goddess because Daininya was sick.

"Why, Brother?"

"It's okay, Neng. I'm just pissed off by someone." Mr. Sabil glanced at me. He must have thought I was upset with him.

"Prophe dong, Brother." Daini rubbed my shoulders. In fact, the one who has to be patient should be you, right?

"Jeez Neng Dai. You're amazing to know," I praise.

"I'm going to get out first. Want to talk to Mr. Agus and Mr. Budi," said Mr. Sabil.

"Please" said Daini. Then Ipipun moved away. It's like giving me and Daini a chance.

"Has Kristi and Sabil's brother been together?" Suddenly asked that.

"Kepo 'deh. Pregnant women are forbidden to. Oiya Neng, is it permissible in Islam that matchmaking?"

"Hehehe, Brother is betrothed to Sabil sir?"

"Neng, answer first."

"Sister, in essence, betrothed or matchmaking in Islam is not forbidden in the Shari'a. If a parent wants to match or choose a mate for their child and then their child accepts and feels suitable, of course this is a very good thing, right?"

"Yes" I nodded.

"The main problem in arranged marriages is, when parents choose a mate for their children but their children feel they are not suitable, or not, but the child still forced the situation to accept because it felt bad or afraid of being ungodly to his parents. 'Well, such an arranged marriage is not good, Brother."

"Hmm, is that right, Neng?"

"In essence, every child has the right to refuse arranged marriages made by his parents and can choose his own life and soul mate. Islam is fair, brother. There is a hadith which means like this, 'Woman who has been widowed is more entitled to her than her guardian, and the virgin woman is asked for permission from her and her permission is silence.' So did Kak," he added.

So, if I keep quiet, it means agreeing? I'm musing.

"In short, matchmaking is just one way to marry two people. Yes, parents can match their children. Ask permission and consent from your child first. The goal is of course that the marriage held is based on the pleasure of each party and not because of coercion."

I looked carefully while looking at his face. Seriously, Daini looks more and more beautiful.

"For a marriage built on the basis of coercion, if it continues will disturb the harmony of the household. Do not let the meaning of marriage become tarnished due to matchmaking. The purpose of marriage is for worship, brother. Not to invite disaster. Wallahu a'lam" he concluded.

"Thank you, Neng. You deserve to be this patient. Your level of meaning in a marriage is way above mine."

"It's not like that, brother. I also still have to study and learn."

"Neng," I grabbed him.

Although he looks strong, in his mind, it may be sad and lonely because the Director is not at his side. Mr. Director, at this time it could be delicious as Miss Dewi.

"Hulu."

'No, 'uh, right? What say? Daini must be sad. The super director!

I hugged him tightly. Not felt, the airmatakupun fell. Suddenly, someone pulled Daini. I'm appalled.

"P-Pak Director?"

"Sir Zulfikar?" Dainipun.

"M-don't you want to stay over?" ask Daini.

"I think importantly, I've fulfilled my duty. Sorry for leaving you," he said.

Mr. Zulfikar hugged Daini. Eyes glazed. I'm speechless. Rarely see the Director in such circumstances. And I'm galfok with his hair, Director. Mr. Director's hair looks still wet, his right ear reddened, and like there was a scratch on the back of his neck. I accidentally saw it because the position of the Director's sir was behind me.

"Are you okay?" Daini checked the Director.

"Don't worry about me, baby. I have done my duty according to your request" replied the Director.

"Thank you" Daini smiled. Then the Director kissed Daini's lips. I'm down.

"Sir, there's Mr. Listi" protested Daini.

"Leave it. After all, he and Mr. Sabil have done it before" the director said.

"What?!" I'm aghast. Is Mr Sabil in the same news, Mr. Director? Noooo!

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...~Tbc~...