Forced to Share a Bed
Mitony

A week later

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Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

MasyaaAllah, I was surprised by all the things that were prepared by mama Yuze and papa Aksa. This seven-monthly event is too festive for me. In fact, it tends to be excessive when viewed from my point of view.

In Indonesia, besides having many myths, pregnancy also has many different traditions and cultural customs. This tradition has been going on according to local customs and culture from tens or even hundreds of years ago.

One of the most famous is Mitoni. That is, the 7 monthly event in Javanese custom which is still widely done by pregnant women including me. In Javanese tradition, mitoni is a series of life cycle ceremonies meaning seven or the count of the seventh.

Right now, I'm in my room. The center is arranged by MUA special 7 seven-monthly event which of course has been prepared and selected by mama Yuze. This event was postponed because papa Aksa and mama Yuze agreed to manage it after the event 7 days after the death of Pratama Surawijaya. This is done to honor the family of the Goddess who until now is still in a state of mourning.

Mr. Zulfikarpun is currently dressed. However, he and I were in separate places because the MUA for Mr. Zulfikar was a man.

"MasyaaAllah, this is 'sih like an angel coming down from heaven," said Mr. Listi who had been by my side since morning.

"Rubber, it's so pretty. It's natural that Zulfikar persimmon sir. Oiya, Auntie envious you know Bu Daini, 'ok can ya pregnant her big just her stomach doang? Aunty's already had three children, but when pregnant so big not only the stomach, the nose also bloomed," explained aunt MUA. Mama Yuze called her Aunt Lilly.

"Haha."

Sister Listi was blown up while tidying up the cloth I was wearing. Fragrant jasmine semerbak. Because, the decorations from jasmine dress my hijab and my cage. My armour dress was specially designed by a famous designer who was a close friend of mama Yuze. White in color with evenly distributed golden beads.

Mr. Zulfikar even had time to protest with mama Yuze so that I did not wear this dress. The reason is because I'm worried I object. Yeah, it's a little heavy 'sih. But I don't want to kiss mom and dad. After all, its weight was still within the limits of reasonableness.

"Alhamdulillah, the size is indeed to the stomach the same as the chest, Auntie," I replied.

"What's the tip, Neng? Let me get married and get pregnant later, can imitate your habits."

"Tipsy? What yes? Emm, I exercise at least three times a week."

"What body, Miss Daini? What includes sports with Mr Directir as well? Hihihi," joked aunt Lilly.

"There is exercise in particular, the name pregnant gymnastics. There is a midwife who was deliberately brought in by Dr. Rahmi. I mean, the instructor's a midwife."

"Oh, is that it?" Aunt Lilly and Misti Misti.

After a long time, I finally finished getting dressed. Next, I will be swept towards this event area. Mama Yuze said, I will pass through a series of mitoni events.

Today, although I do not agree mama held this luxurious event, but I am happy because thanks to this event, ummi and abah want to visit Jakarta. Unfortunately, Putra could not join because in the cottage many activities.

Mama Yuze invited her extended family, business colleagues, close friends, and journalists from several media outlets. But, I've asked mama Yuze so that I don't get interviewed. Honestly, I still feel uncomfortable with the media. Said mama Yuze, they will only cover the event. For the title show and the material to be aired in the media, everything will be proposed in advance to mama Yuze and the Antasena family law enforcement team.

That's how they understand my feelings. Me and my family who are nobody, it turns out to make them care and protect me.

Right now, I was swept in front of the mirror by Brother Listi. Same aunt Lilly I was banned from mirroring before the makeup was done. I don't know why, nor do I know.

"MasyaaAllah, her makeup is beautiful. Thank you Aunt Lilly," that's what I said. I could hardly believe that the one in front of the mirror was me.

"No, right? You can't wait, Neng." Sister Listi looked at me as she clucked and shook her head.

"I'm normal, brother. Everyone's basically pretty 'neck."

"Oh my goodness, Miss Daini this is a complete package. It's beautiful, friendly, sholehah, humble anyway," lilly's aunt. I took her compliments with a smile.

"Keep, what should I do after this, brother?"

"Neng wait here, later Neng will be picked up equally ummi, abah, and mr. Director to the core area."

"Yes already, Sister Listi accompanied Bu Daini first yes. Auntie wants to re-check mitoni's gear."

Aunt Lilly hurrying. While I sat on the side of the bed, waiting for the arrival of ummi, my brother, and my husband. Sister Listipun preparing, she is meretouch her makeup.

Today, Mr. Listi wears a pink kebaya combined with a distinctive Salakanagara-patterned Betawi cloth. Hair tinted. Beautiful, beautiful, and sweet. Her makeup is soft minimalist, but her lips remain red.

"Sister Listi pretty knows. If Mr. Sabil sees it must be straight klepek." After he confided and said he had officially dated Mr. Sabil, I so often teased him.

"Hehe."

Sister Listi laughed. When he confided, I had advised Mr. Listi not to date for long. I also explained that in Islam there is no dating term. However, all decisions go back to Misti. Importantly, as her best friend, I have told and reminded her. Kak Listi always said 'want to convince yourself and get to know Mr. Sabil even further.'

But, on one occasion Mr. Zulfikar had told if Misti was not sure of getting married for fear of his household becoming complicated like my household. Mr. Zulfikar knew that of course from his curses, Mr. Sabil.

"Sir Listi."

"Yes." Yeah."

"What is good about my life and Mr. Zulfikar can you take for an exemplar. But the bad thing is not, brother. If Kak Listi feels hesitant to get married due to reflecting on my domestic life, I will feel very guilty, Sis." Sister Listi looked surprised to hear my words.

"Surely he confided in the Director, sir" he murmured.

"Sa-honey?" The door of the room opens from the outside. Mr. Zulfikar stood in the doorway while looking at me fixedly.

"Bucin continues," said sister Listi.

"MasyaaAllah, you are like an angel. I'm pangling, baby." Mr. Zulfikar approached, holding my hand immediately with a smile.

"thank you. Please don't praise me too much. I'm manglingi because of makeup, sir."

Though actually, I also pangling with the appearance of Mr. Zulfikar. He wears traditional Javanese clothes that match the color with my complete busanaku along with blangkon and kerisnya. He looks handsome charming.

"Dear." He waved his hand in front of my face because I was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Wow, it's not true that I'm here. I'm out first, Neng." Misti's sister left me because Zulfikar looked back at me with a smile.

"Darling, I want something to see that you're getting pretty like this, seriously. You are not just beautiful. Now the beauty is doubled."

"Eling (conscious) sir, we want an event. Don't tell me you want something no-no."

"The yes-yes dear, not the no-no" he said.

"Zul," mama Yuze arrived.

"Eh, Mama." Meshemous. Self-conscious almost caught up.

"MasyaaAllah, Mama's daughter-in-law is beautiful." Mama's view is distorted. Directly approached me.

"thank you. Mama's pretty, too" I said. Yes, today mama is also self-sufficient by MUA. Mom looks glamorous.

"Thank you too, baby, the show's about to start."

Then abah, ummi, sister Listi, and papa Aksa arrived. Just like the others, ummi and abahpun praise me. With papa Aksa. Today, I'm being hailed. At first, what would have irked me was just abah and ummi, but somehow the concept changed. I immediately embraced Mr. Zulfikar's arm to begin the journey to the venue. Then they accompanied.

My feelings got a little nervous, but when I saw the face of Mr. Zulfikar who was angry and the radiance of happiness from everyone's face, I also became calmer. Finally, step confidently while smiling.

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Then threw my best smile while waving my hand as I reached the venue which turned out to have been filled with invited guests.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi. Alhadulilbornabbil 'alamiin, washolatu wassalmu 'ala asyrophil ambiyaa'i wal mursaliin, wa'ala alihi wa ashhabihi waman tabi'ahum bi ihsanin ilaa yaumuddin."

"In the afternoon of this day, let us together extend praise and thanksgiving to the Presence [Allah SWT]. Because of the abundance of grace and his riddho, we can gather at the 7th month of pregnancy Bu Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin who is the second wife of Mr. Zulfikar Saga Antasena. As we know, Mr. Zulfikar is the youngest son of ...." I heard the core event host has opened the event.

MasyaaAllah, the decoration is so magnificent and sparkling. There is also a line of flowers dominated by blue and pink. Said mama Yuze, the blue and pink flowers symbolize the sex of the twin babies I contain.

The camera was aiming at us earlier. Their shot almost blinded my sight. Then the gazes of the guests present, seemed to make me nervous again.

In the front seat, I saw Mr. Dhimas looking at me with his thumb up, and a pregnant woman whose appearance was very striking. She is very beautiful with a bright red and swarovski-studded kebaya dressing in every detail. I look at me with a smile.

He also pulled me with his phone. Is his smile sincere? I hope that. I returned his gaze while throwing a smile. Yes right, that beautiful woman Hami is the mother of Goddess Laksmi. Wait, the feeling of not seeing Sabil sir. Wasn't invited? It is impossible not to be invited.

"Kok I didn't see Sabil?" my whisper to Mr. Zulfikar.

"He has a job that cannot be left behind" he replied.

"Sir, look there. The Goddess is beautiful. Mama said, Miss Dewi will also later pour water for me," whispered again. Mr. Zulfikar turned there for a moment.

"You're prettier" she whispered as she embraced me.

Oiya, the relationship between Dewi and Zulfikar sir has improved. Mr. Zulfikar routinely met Miss Dewi according to the schedule we have agreed. I also found no sign of violence on Zulfikar's body. Usually, after spending the night with Miss Dewi, in the body of Mr. Zulfikar there are always bruises and scratches.

Javanese musical accompaniment began to flow. The presenter has since been driving with organized and poetic language. Some of the sentences contained a lot of majas that I did not understand.

"Esteemed and happy guests, the event is about to begin. Please do not turn on your phone camera or other recording devices. Who can cover only journalists and special teams that have been provided by the committee" exclaimed the co-host.

Then mama waved her hand at the Goddess to join. The Goddess nodded. She walked like a professional model. Sontak makes it the center of attention and highlighted by the camera.

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The first agenda was the silence, this moment instantly drained my emotions. The words spoken by the host made me powerless to hold back tears. I lingered on the lap of the ummi. Abah stroked my shoulder. The atmosphere was created, the accompanying music was haggling, the rhythm sounded bitter.

"Kula ngaturaken sedaya kawula kawula nyuwun pangapunten. Sucining ati, tumatining practice. Kula ngaturaken sugeng riyadi."

That's what Sinden said, then said other sentences in Javanese that I could understand. After sungkeman, continued with a fairly exhausting flush procession. Continue the tradition of breaking eggs, breaking the eggs and brojolan.

"If you're tired of saying yes baby, don't push yourself, okay?"

Mr. Zulfikar was anxious after seeing my feet begin to swell. Fortunately, Rahmi's doctor immediately gave an explanation that could calm him down. Otherwise, he would have protested with mom to finish the event.

Next is the agenda of breaking coconuts. Continue changing clothes to prepare the custom procession of cendol sales and sales of rujak. Pretty exhausting. After the sale of cendol and rujak, the mitoni ceremony is declared to have been completed. Thank God, I am relieved.

Next is tausiyah. Honestly, tausiyah is the most anticipated series of events. Before the tausiyah event began, MC invited guests to enjoy the dish.

I went back to the room to eat and rest for a while. Mr. Zulfikar is determined to bribe me. Doctor Rahmi was busy smearing the cream onto my swollen leg. While abah and ummi, currently joined the Antasena family to greet invited guests.

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"During a 7-month pregnancy celebration, mitoni or nujubulanin is filled with positive activities, such as reading the Quran and doing social practices, then the law can be," obviously mr. Ustadz when there are guests who ask about the law of the 7 monthly event when viewed from the perspective of Islamic teachings.

"Daini, I want to talk, I'm waiting for you in the back garden." Suddenly there was a message from the Goddess. What's up, huh?

"I want to follow the sampi tausiyah event is over, Brother," I replied.

"Can't Dai, I want to talk now."

Oh my God, I'm confused.

"Why baby?" ask Mr. Zulfikar.

"Emm - - -." I have not explained, Mr. Zulfikar has taken my HP and read the message from the Goddess mother. Then his face turned grim.

"Don't want to see him" he said.

"Why Sir?"

"I won't allow it."

"the reason? Hasn't your relationship and Miss Dewi improved lately?"

"I told you not to" he said. I'm sure there's something.

"I can't see Sister Goddess." Message sent.

"good. But, you don't regret it, Daini."

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...~Tbc~...