Forced to Share a Bed
Facts from Evidence

Ipid

'But is there anyone who is so lucky? It's pretty, well, married to a conglomerate anyway. Uh, pregnant with twins. Where's the other pair of twins. If I can imagine, I want to exchange fate with Daini's mom. I'm Daini's mom, Daini's mom is me.

I looked at the patient bed with a smile. Ms. Daini just finished her second bag transfusion. Tomorrow, the doctor said, if the Hb results are good, will be allowed to go home. Mr. Zulfikar has asked the nurse for permission to sleep in the patient's bed with Ms. Daini.

Inevitably, the doctor also allowed on condition not to interfere with the comfort of Daini. I thought Mr. Zulfikar would stay at Dewi's house, but my guess was wrong. Turns out, Mr. Zulfikar is back again.

Even if for example I was made the third or fourth wife, I feel like I want to. Because Mr. Zulfikar is a man of dreams. Rich, handsome, and smart in business.

I keep staring at them. I was imagining that the one being hugged by Mr. Zulfikar right now was me. If my husband were as handsome as Zulfikar, I would be willing to serve him day and night.

At first, I didn't sympathize with Ms. Daini. I even hate him so much. In the past, in my eyes, she was nothing more than an actor and a hypocritical woman who hid her crimes behind her long hijab and beauty.

But, after some facts came to light, and I often heard Daini ma'am, then often saw the way that Daini ma'am worshiped and treated everyone so kindly and politely, the hatred slowly faded.

The most memorable thing was, when Ms. Daini suddenly gave me anti-pain medication while I was on the moon. At that time, I was moody and washed the dishes while daydreaming. When other people accused me of being lazy at work, Ms. Daini came up to me and said ....

"It hurts again? Yes already, if it hurts again, Ipi rest only. Let me say the same to mama Yuze. I think Ipi is coming again to the moon. Into my room yuk! I have pain medication."

Back then, before I said anything, Ms. Daini had already first guided my hand towards her room. Not only anti-pain medicine, but Daini also gave me a new hijab and mukena. He even praised me.

"That's pretty. What else if it is hijab, it will be more beautiful. But, if Ipi does not want to wear it, no problem," he said. She didn't put the hijab on my head. In fact, rubbing the sweat flowing on my temple with his own hands.

That incident made me believe that the one-night love between Mr. Zulfikar and Ms. Daini was indeed without engineering. They actually did it unintentionally, and it has also been proven by a statement from the police.

I pretended to tidy things up when Mr. Zulfikar woke up. He wakes up slowly. Looks like going to the bathroom. Then sit on the side of the bed while staring at the face of Ms. Daini.

"Beautiful," he murmured. Then kiss the forehead and stomach of Daini. Just go to the bathroom.

"You're cleaning up again? Nights like this? Couldn't it be done tomorrow? Do not let your activities disturb my wife" said Mr. Zulfikar in a soft voice as he realized my existence.

"Good, sir."

Even if fierce, Mr. Zulfikar remains handsome charming. He and Ms. Daini are compatible. I stared at his wide back as he entered the bathroom. Geez, it's lucky that Daini and Dewi's mom.

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Zulfikar Saga Antasena

"This is the lab, sir. His Hb level rose to 10.4 grams %. So, today we are allowed to go home. The baby is fine too" the doctor said.

"Alhamdulillah" said I and Hanin.

After the doctor left, I immediately contacted Mr. Reza to take care of the administration. Don't forget to contact Listi to rearrange my meeting schedule today. Next, call my mom. Mama was very enthusiastic. However, the seven-monthly event remained postponed so that Hanin could rest first.

I also expressed my desire to move to an apartment. At first, mom and dad disagreed, but after I persuaded repeatedly, mom and dad finally agreed. In conclusion, today, Hanin and I are going home to our new apartment. To accompany Hanin, I chose Bu Juju and Mr. Budi.

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"MasyaaAllah."

Arriving at the apartment, Hanin was perplexed.

"Why baby?"

"It's too fancy, sir."

"This luxury is you, not this apartment," while hugging her. Bu Juju and Mr. Budi turned away. When I saw me hugging Hanin, they left immediately.

"Emm, does Miss Dewi have an apartment like this too?" He always thought of the Goddess.

"Have you baby, the matter of possessions, it seems like I feel that it's fair, but as for the matter of feeling, I'm not sure yet." Then lead him to the main room.

"MasyaaAllah." Again, he was amazed. His eyes were circling the main room.

"Wait, what chair is this, sir? I just saw a sofa that looks like this." He approached a special sofa husband and wife that I accidentally bought.

"You sure you don't know what couch this is?" Hugging him from behind.

"Seriously Sir. I don't know. 'I can't get a couch without a backrest. What'd you try for? It's also weird." He knitted his brows and tried to sit on them.

"Hahaha, it's a special sofa for ...." I whispered his function.

"W-what?" He was surprised and opened his eyes. His cheeks immediately blushed.

"You want to try now?" my whiskey.

"Don't want to, sir. You have to work, right? I just got home from the hospital. Not ready yet" he refused.

"Hahaha, I'm kidding, baby. But, tonight should be ready huh." Teasing her always makes me happy and excited.

"I don't promise ya, sir." While unraveling my hand that wrapped around her waist.

"Honey, the doctor said you were healthy. Hey my boy, hey my girl. Do you miss Daddy?" I knelt down and put my ears on his stomach. Hanin stroked my hair while chuckling.

"What's? Oh, you guys miss Daddy? All right, tonight. Hehehe, tonight, Daddy will visit you." Then it uncovers its robe and anchors some kisses on its stomach.

"Qu-enough Sir. Amused," he lamented.

"Well, I'll be patient until tonight." I hugged him back. I can't wait to be out at night and get him into action on that hot seat.

"What time do you want to leave?" While tidying up my das.

"Now baby. You take good care of the house. Don't tire. If you want something, immediately report the same Mr. Budi or Bu Juju. Or, you can call me right away."

"Well, today, I'm going to sleep, sir."

"May darling. Please laze as you please. Sleep and eat a lot yeah, let's go tonight, you have a lot of energy to serve me." I'm not stopping teasing him. And it feels good.

"God, God" he answered.

Then kiss my hand. Hanin also escorted me to a special basement reserved only for me. Mr. Budi and Bu Jujupun. The basement is connected to a green open space. As expected, green open space is her favorite area. He was enthusiastic about going there.

"Well, I want to buy seeds, I want to grow crops" he said.

"Darling, for now, I haven't allowed it. I'm afraid you're exhausted. Grow the plants later tonight yeah."

"Hahaha," Budi sir spontaneously laughed. Bu Juju just smiled. Hanin hit me on the shoulder.

"Not now, sir. I mean, later after the seven-monthly event. Oiya sir, time for the seven-monthly event I'm not helping?"

"No dear, you stay here. Anyway, you accept it just be it. Mom and Dad also forbid you from getting involved. They worry you are exhausted. No, don't think about it." While rubbing his head.

"Mama and papa are too good."

"Just calm down, my mom and dad will also hold the same event for the seven monthly Dewi. So, you don't feel bad, baby."

"All right."

Then I hugged him and said goodbye for the umpteenth time. Sometimes I also wonder. Why does Hanin always make me drunk? If there were no Bu Juju and Mr. Budi, I would have sipped his lips. In the end, I had to wave my hand and leave. I threw a long-distance kiss. Then Hanin caught it and kept it in his pocket. Very cute and pretty. If I keep looking at him, I might not be working.

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"Tumben you rest hours not to the cafeteria," I protested to Listi who was currently daydreaming while putting his head on his desk.

"I'm on sunna, sir. 'It's Monday now."

"What?! Hahaha, it's worth it outside looking bright. Apparently, there was a sunna fast for the first time," my lead.

"That's not so dong Mr. Director, indeed Daini doang who can fast. But, last night did not have time to sahur. So a little bit limp," he lamented.

"Yes my. You should have sahur first. Hanin also if you want to fast sunah like sahur first."

"Don't compare me to Daini, sir. His faith level is different from mine. The daini is matiin ants just don't dare to know, sir."

"Hmm, I know. I've seen him rescue ants drowning in sweet tea water. She is a rare woman." Closing his eyes to imagine his image.

"Oiya, why did Mr. Director cancel the agenda of the meeting at half-three in the afternoon? Is there a sudden meeting?" tanyakanya.

"Sudden word 'sih does not exist. But, there's been a promise with Sabil sir."

"W-what?! Mr Sabil?" Suddenly panic.

"Obviously often Listi. Hearing Mr. Sabil's name, your response was too much to know."

"Then'sih? Just a normal feeling," he said.

"You prepared Mr. Sabil's favorite coffee. At two o'clock he's coming here."

"What?!" More panicked.

"Sabil sir there is important information to be conveyed to me. This is related to his death, Surawijaya papi," I explained.

"really? Yeah, well, what kind of coffee does he usually drink, sir?"

"You are his future wife.Yes ask directly to the Sabilnya sir."

"Sir Director! Yeah, 'deh, I'll just prepare the coffee."

He rushed to the pantry. Wait, there's something strange about Listi's appearance today. Usually she wears a knee-length skirt, now she wears a maxi over her ankles. His clothes are also pretty loose.

"I'll come with the Brotherhood. BTW, my future wife is fine, isn't she?" Message from Uu.

"Professional work dong" I said. Reply message.

"Quick puff dong, Mr. Sabil."

"You, Sir. But he asked for time to pray first. He said he wanted to wait for an answer from the sky."

"Oh yeah? Goody. Yes, Mr. Sabil be patient first. If you're a soul mate, go nowhere."

Then my office door opened. It turns out that Mr. Sabil and Mr. Brotherhood.

"Sabile sir!" Damnit damnit! He pranking.

"Haha." Even laugh. His eyes were circling my room.

"Listi again in the pantry" I explained.

"Do you want him in the pantry?" ask him when the Brotherhood sir is sitting down and ready with his file.

"You make coffee. I'm not sure either. Honestly, just this time told him to make coffee. Usually the same as OB."

"Sir Zulfikar, let me see Listi. Said his mother and father, Listi was not good at doing female tasks. I'm afraid he's doing something stupid that's dangerous. Afraid of being doused in hot water, sir." Mr. Sabil went to the pantry in a hurry. Me and the Brotherhood stared at each other. Then the Brotherhood shrugged his shoulders.

"They are pdkt," I explained.

"Oh, pantesan." Mr. Brotherhood nodded.

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The Anggraini Pearl

Hearing the faint conversation in the Director's office, I became convinced that Mr. Sabil had arrived. I was confused about making coffee too. Seriously, I've never made coffee like this. If instant coffee 'clean can. Stay brewed, so 'deh.

"Oh my goodness there is no more writing" my God. In front of me were six boxes of containers containing sugar, coffee, milk powder, creamer, chocolate and refined sugar. Suddenly someone hugged.

"Yeah!" Bummer.

"Hey, it's me." It turns out Mr. Sabil.

"P-Sir, le-remove! This office don't hug."

"Aa kangen ayang, and why are you calling 'father' again, hmm?" Hugged even tighter.

"Yes, let go of A. Don't be like this." I tried to break his hand.

"Hey, we're lovers, it's natural to hug the doangmah." Still hugging me.

"It-it is unnatural A. If A Abil insists, I want to scream" I threatened.

"good. But, can I kiss your cheek first?"

"I-can't, A. Oiya I just remembered, I was fasting. Release, A. Fear of satisfaction I'm void."

"Pu-fasting? MasyaaAllah's. Sorry for that." Finally released me.

"I want to make coffee. You want to wear anything? So how many sugar spoons?"

"Would you really make coffee for me? I used to use a spoonful of coffee, one half spoon of sugar, the same half spoon of milk. Well, finally, today I'm going to taste the coffee made ayang." He looks happy.

"If it's not good, don't protest."

"No doubt, even if it's bad, I'll drink it." He kept watching me. In effect, I got a little nervous.

"Don't see I keep A Abil."

"Why really? Nervous to see your boyfriend?" goda.

Even though I never said I was ready to be her lover, she remained confident and admitted that we were dating. But the fact is that it is. Sabil and I are dating. Think so.

"I'm not nervous. It's normal, 'uh. Oiya, here's the coffee. Just try, if there is less, can be added to the lack itself." I offered her coffee.

"Okay, I tried. Thank you." Thank you." He sipped the coffee.

"Hmm, delicious. Sweetness fits." While giving a thumbs up.

"Oiya, I came with the Brotherhood sir. But, Brotherhood sir doesn't drink coffee."

"Keep, what's the Brotherhood drinking?"

"It's usually sweet tea. Yes, let me make some sweet tea for the Brotherhood sir."

Now change position. So I'm watching him. Then together back to the study after he snatches sweet tea for the Brotherhood sir.

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"What does the director want to drink?" I just remembered that the Director has not made a drink.

"No need, I was drinking milk. Oiya, we will discuss an important matter, if you do not want to hear it, you can leave. But, if you want to stay here. I hope you can keep it a secret" said the Director.

"Good, sir." Obviously, I chose to stay here. Because, I was also curious about the facts behind his death, Mr. Surawijaya.

"I believe in you" continued the Director. Mr. Sabil kept looking at me while smiling. Mr. Brotherhood is ready to read out his findings.

"Just go ahead, what do you get?" ask the Director. I'm listening.

"Actually, this information is strictly confidential. We got this info from an insider who handled the case" the Brotherhood said. I'm guessing the Director must be playing behind.

"Listi, you don't think anything, the insider in question, is the one who wants to help me." The director seemed to know what I was thinking.

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Continue Mr. Brotherhood."

"Sir Abil, continue." The Brotherhood even sent Mr. Sabil.

"Okay, look, sir. We get this fact from evidence. Apparently, before falling in the bathroom, Mr. Surawijaya had received a call from someone. In addition to the phone, the deceased also received messages in the form of photographs and video," explained Mr. Sabil.

"Call from whom?" The Director knitted his brows.

"From an unknown number, sir. And that number also sends the photos and vidio," continued Mr. Sabil.

"What kind of photos and videos? Did our insiders explain the details?"

"Unfortunately, our insiders can't give you a copy of the vidio and the photos, sir. Just explained that it was the photographs of the shur of a woman wearing a mask, and vidio scenes of adult women masked with some men who also wear masks," continued Mr. Sabil.

"Hmm, what does that call and the messages have to do with papi's death?"

"My guess is there, sir. Because, the time is very close to the time when Silfa ma'am beersiak call the police," said the Brotherhood sir.

"Did the police not recognize the identity of the person in the video and the photos?" Mr. Zulfikar looks curious.

"While under investigation, sir. 'They wear masks. Oiya, I'm asking our insider to get a photo that's in the evidence. My guess is, Mr. Surawijaya has a relationship or could be to recognize the woman who has the picture of the shur," said Mr. Sabil.

"Are all the photos the same? I mean, are there any indications of different women wearing masks?"

"No Mr. Zulfikar. The female actor in the photo and adult video is certainly the same person. Because of our spy, the woman has a mole near ******** and in her right butt."

"What-what?!" Mr. Zulfikar was suddenly startled to his feet and stared intently at Mr. Sabil.

"Why, Sir?"

Mr. Sabil was shocked at Mr. Zulfikar's response. Same with the Brotherhood. I'm the same. Why do the mentioned characteristics make the Director very surprised?

"That-can't be! Our spies must have been wrong."

The director dropped himself on the chair. Then lowered his head while covering his hair. His hands tightened until his veins protruded. We looked at each other. For a moment, we were silent.

"No way!" Then the Director stood up and ruffled the files on his desk.

"Sir Director!" I'm panicking.

"Sir Zulfikar!" Mr. Brotherhood and Mr. Sabil tried to calm him down.

"Aarrgghh!" shouted the Director. Then beat his chest while breathing.

"Sir, you calm down. Let's talk. Father why?" Mr. Ikhwan spoke while embracing the Director's shoulder.

"Let go!" Mr. Director is in revolt. Her face flushed. Then he punched the couch over and over again.

"Leave it," said Sabil, he held the hand of the Brotherhood who wanted to calm the Director.

"Let him vent his emotions first" he added.

"Hide this matter from anyone" whispered Mr. Sabil as he held my suddenly cold hand in suspense. I'm nodding.

"I have to go! Listi, you're taking over my duties!" tell it while you scream.

"Sir, where are you going?" prevent the Brotherhood sir.

But the director refused to answer. He still left with a face that was still flushed with emotion, and completely ignored our call.

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...~Tbc~...