Forced to Share a Bed
Go to Bandung

I hugged her body with a feeling I could hardly understand. Until this second, I was still confused about my feelings towards the Goddess. One thing is certain. Yes, I love the Goddess.

I will strive to be a proud daughter-in-law to the Goddess and her family. I stared at the face of the Goddess who was asleep in my arms. I rubbed his cheeks, I peeked his forehead.

Why was there such a sad feeling when I looked at her face? Why is there something stuck in this chest?

"Mas," the Goddess opened her eyes.

I smile.

"Why look at me? Still want to? Hehehe," god.

"Can't a husband see his own wife?"

"May, dong," he answered while cupping my cheek. The Goddess' hand movements began to be unusual. Maybe he wants it again.

"Wi, I want to get ready now." I move, I try to divert the will of the Goddess.

"To Bandung? This partial? You want to be the same Radit, right?" The goddess sighed. From her body language I know that the Goddess is a little disappointed.

"Yes, to Bandung. I told you the same. I want to drive myself" I said as I reached for the towel.

"What?! Seriously, Mas? How about the collision, anyway? Are you sure you want to bring your own car?" The goddess chased me into the bathroom, then hugged my back.

"Mas, how come I'm not calm? Couldn't it be if the band was postponed first?"

"Wi," I turned the body. The goddess looked at me.

"Mas can't, Wi. Look at this, the project has not been visited at all," I reached the development project file located in Bandung. Yeah, I went there for this, too. But the main point is to fulfill Hanin's wish. The term while diving drinking water.

"Yes. But the same thing Radit yes, Mas," he persuaded.

"No love, bang Radit here, he'll pick you up. Do not bring your own car. Take it easy, I'm not your mom's son. From a long time ago I was used to being independent," I explained.

"The decision is stubborn, yes" he said.

The goddess turned her body and climbed back into bed. Looks like the Goddess is sulking. But let it be, anyway I will do for the Goddess as well. For the sake of my household and the Goddess.

I shower and get ready. When I prepared the equipment, Dewi instead gawked into the bathroom and did not help me.

"Wi, are you angry?" For a moment I stood, looking at him.

"Good, don't get angry." Goddess from the Bathroom.

So, this morning I went to Bandung, while Dewi went to her best friend's house to become her best friend's tutor.

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Perhaps, Hanin had already left for Bandung all the way to the house of papa mama I was incessantly glancing left right. Yeah, I've figured out that Hanin's in the area.

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"Please pray the blessing, Ma, Pa," I grabbed and kissed Papa Mama's hand.

"Geez, you want to check out the project, right, Zul? Not getting married again?" ledek Mom. I was shocked, even though it was awkward, but Mama's words were very precise. Papa just smiles.

"If I get married again, what can Mama do?" All of you I'm excited to know your reaction.

"Just look if you dare to hurt the Goddess, Mama will not assume you are part of Mama's child," he said. Wow, Mama's really a bar-bar.

"Why not all holidays with the Goddess, Zul? You're the newlyweds" sidelines Papa.

"The goddess has tutoring Pa, in two more places" I explained.

"Oh, yeah, be careful, take the car, don't daydream" Papa patted me on the shoulder.

Ma, Pa, forgive Zul yes, my inner self said that while kissing their old hands. After kissing Mama Papa's hand my mind calmed down a little.

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Right now, I'm traversing back to Hanin's boarding area. Deg, what a shock. I saw Hanin standing by the side of the road. It looks like you are waiting for a taxi or taxi online.

Oh, so this is the hostel?

Yes, I'm excited. It's written on the door.

'Women's Special Cost.'

"Assalamu'alaikuum, Hanin," I said as I opened the windshield, coincidentally he was on the right.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam" he replied. He spontaneously looked and was surprised.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, you?" As if seeing a ghost, he held his chest and rounded his eyes.

"Hanin, why haven't you come home yet? You seriously want that widow's title, right?" I immediately judged this cute cat.

Beyond a doubt, Hanin directly ignored me, walking quickly while looking down.

"Hanin, wait. Let's go together" I shouted.

But he didn't look at it at all.

"Sister, I'm here" he yelled at the female special motorcycle taxi that had just arrived.

"Kalideres Terminal, sister," he said.

"Quick, yes Brother." I still hear his voice.

I'm not out of my mind. Directly stalking. I'm afraid he's fallen. Hanin sat on the motorbike in a sideways manner. Hijab's fluttering. His skirt was many times almost wrapped around the motot wheel. I'm afraid he's fallen.

"Jeez Hanin," I said.

Even when he arrived at the terminal, he did not look back. I miss her shady face.

When he got off the bike, I couldn't help myself anymore. I got out of the car and chased him.

"Hanin, you don't be stubborn" I grabbed her hand. His hands felt cold and soft.

"Sir Zul! Release him! Please don't be like this!" He brushed my hand. But I didn't let go. Where could I have let him ride in a public car and jostle.

"Hanin, I'm your future husband. You better come home with me than crammed into a bus, right?"

"Sir, please .. don't be like this," at a glance, when I saw his face, his eyes were glazed over.

"Sir, don't let me scream!"

"Sorry Hanin, sorry if I'm selfish." Before she screamed, I quickly dragged her into the car.

"Sir, you're bad!" Hanin brushed off and cried. But for nothing, my decision was unanimous. I want to go to Bandung with him.

I locked the door, then pulled the car over. I let Hanin cry as much as she could.

"Sorry Hanin, it would be nice if we came together. In front of your parents, we have to act already dating."

"Huuks, in my family there's no dating term, sir." Clearly turning his face.

"I thought you were leaving. It may have been fate that we would go together." I switched the conversation.

"You're forcing me!" resounding.

"Hanin, actually I need a companion, um I mean a guide." I started driving.

"She said she knew my home address, right?!"

The tone is getting louder, but it looks even more funny. I peeked at his facial expression from the outer left rearview. When I closed the car door, I set the position.

"Yes I know, but you know better than me. Right, right?" I glanced at. Hanin still turned his face away.

"Your neck can be sore if it stays that way."

"This is my neck, not Mr. Zulfikar's. I'd like to get it done with me too!" snapped it.

I smile. Shown again his neck that level.

Your beautiful neck will soon be mine. Uh, what am I thinking anyway? Remember Zul, this wedding is just a set-up.

I sighed, trying to deny my inappropriate thoughts.

"Hanin," call me.

"Can you shut up sir? I don't like you to keep talking!"

"I haven't had breakfast, how about we get some chicken porridge first?"

"No way!" reject it.

"Hmm, well I will endure this hunger to an uncertain time limit" my guyon. I hope he smiles a little. But ... failed. Her natural red lips still chuckle like a pasung.

It didn't feel like the car I was driving had entered the toll. Seriously, I'm getting hungry.

"Hanin, I'm getting hungry, we're stopping at the rest area huh."

"You'll stop, I'll take the bus!"

"Hmm, instead of letting you get on the bus, I'd just hold the hunger, I could." This woman really can't be peaceful. I had to pass the rest area just like that.

About two kilos from the rest area, I saw Hanin open his bag. I'm just being funny.

"Here, I'll bring stock. If you like please eat. If not su---."

"I like it" I said. Get that box immediately. Though I don't know it yet.

I pulled the car over. My face looks like a sumringah. Hanin gawking. It might be strange with my attitude.

"Relatedly you like it?" ask, without looking.

"Remain," I answered quickly.

Tadaa.

I opened it immediately when the car pulled over. The contents are ..yellow rice, egg ceplok and oreg tempe. There is also a little bit of water.

"You're sincerely giving it to me?"

Hanin nodded.

"Okay, I ate ya."

In the box there is a spoon available. After praying and washing my hands with a handsanitizer, I immediately 'hap.'

Nyam, nyam.

"Here, where do you buy it?" my many.

"Buy? I made it myself," he explained.

"really? MasyaaAllah Hanin, this is delicious. Jazakallah khair, Hanin." I adore him and thank you

"Sama-sama," said he.

Hanin was still firm about turning his face away. I really can't look at him. This woman is very careful of her eyes. Very different from me. I repeatedly steal glances.

Suddenly my phone is on the dashboard bedering. There's a call from the Goddess, a vidio call.

I'm appalled.

How'this? Dilemma struck.

...~Tbc~...