Forced to Share a Bed
A Fact VS an Idea

"Hurry up Zul's phone, Dai! If only my family hadn't mourned and waited for the results of the second autopsy, I would have protested a long time ago. I've been holding this anger, Dai. Plus, my mom forbids me, too," she explained. After we were in the room.

"Awhile, brother. I'll call Mr. Zulfikar first." I then called him. Directly appointed.

"Sir, can you go to the room now?" my many.

"To the room? Are you impatient? As per your request, I will apply for the conditions," he said. Even discussing that.

"Sir, I have something to talk about."

"Good darling. Wait a minute, about five minutes. I still have guests to meet."

"Yes already. Don't you stay long, sir." I also ended the call.

"Sir Goddess, please wait another five minutes," I persuaded.

"All right."

He sits on the couch. His eyes circled the room I hadn't occupied for a long time because Zulfikar and I were living in the apartment.

"Assalamu'alaikuum." Mr. Zulfikar arrives.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam."

Welcomed it. The position of the Goddess bu sitting on the sofa makes it invisible to Mr. Zulfikar.

"Basic is impatient" said Mr. Zulfikar, kissing my cheek.

"Sir, wait a minute" I protested.

"Quick you ask Aunt Lilly to clean her makeup. I'd rather kiss your natural lips and face." While cleaning the lipstick on my lips with her fingers.

"Mas!" shouted the Goddess. Sontak makes Mr. Zulfikar flabbergasted.

"You?! What are you doing here?! Hannindiya! Why did you put that woman into this room?! Who allowed you to take her to my room?!" his yell.

My mistress immediately shrunk. Mr. Zulfikar is really angry. He immediately took off his embrace and left the room.

"Mas wait! We need to talk." The Goddess stopped him.

"Surge you!" his jolt.

"Sir Zulfikar please don't be angry. I can explain." Holding his hand immediately.

"I don't want to talk! Just solve your problems!" He took my hand slowly.

"Mas! Don't be selfish!"

The Goddess ma'am walked towards the door and locked it. Then hide the room key behind his shirt.

"I'm lazy to see you! Get out of my room!"

"Mas!"

"Sir Zulfikar, please give Miss Dewi a chance to talk. As long as you know, I need an explanation, too."

"What explanation?! Already ah! You piss me off! There are many ways to get out of this room." Even walk to the nightstand to find the spare key.

"Mas! Please explain! Why haven't you been visiting me for a week?! What do you think I am?! I'm your legal wife, Mas! You should also look at my stomach! I'm pregnant with your child, Mas!"

"Sir, speak honestly. What did Miss Goddess say right?" I looked at him fixedly.

"Yes, I didn't see him!" he shouted while leaving his waist.

"What?!" My eyes widened.

"That's Daini? I told you, Mas Zul never came to visit me!"

"Sir, if you are not with Miss Dewi, then where are you going? As far as I am concerned, you always ask permission to meet with Miss Goddess."

"I'm staying at a hotel. Sometimes stay in the office. Sorry for lying to you. I did it because I didn't want to make you feel guilty. Don't ask why? Because I have a good reason. But not to be explained at the moment," he explained as he approached and hugged me.

"Mas! Look at me, Mas! I am the one you hurt! I am not getting justice from you! But why is it even Daini that you hug?! It is I you are lying to! But you apologized to Daini instead! You are not fair, Mom! You're an evil husband!" shouted the Goddess while shedding tears. I broke Mr. Zulfikar's hand so as not to embrace me.

"Mother Goddess is right. You're not fair, sir. You have also lied to me by pretending to say to meet and stay at the house of Miss Dewi."

I also sobbed. It is fitting that in the body of Mr. Zulfikar there has never been found any trace of love from the mother of the Goddess. Apparently, facts are like this.

"Huuu, huuu." The cry of the Goddess became.

"Huks."

I also. Sobbing. This marriage really caused injuries and dilemmas. Mr. Zulfikar sighed, then sat down on the sofa and looked at me sitting on the side of the bed. While Dewi's mother rests on the floor that is covered by a carpet of rugs.

"Sorry Hanin, I can't explain why I was forced to lie to you and not visit the woman. Truly, I do it for the good of all of us, including for the good and the good name of the woman and her family. After the investigator has exposed the new evidence and analyzed the cause of papi's death from the second autopsy, I will definitely tell you everything."

"Mas ..., why is it only Daini you're talking to? I also want to be noticed and talked to you, Mas." The words of the Goddess made me even sadder.

"In a moment, you'll find out why I'm acting this way. Once you find out, I'm sure it's you who will be ashamed to meet me" said Mr. Zulfikar.

"Mas, huks. I don't understand what you're saying. I miss you, Mas. This baby misses you too. Do you know Mas? Our baby can be broken. Don't you want to touch my stomach and feel our baby's movements?" wail bu Dewi.

"Son Goddess."

I could no longer hear his wailing. I immediately approached to hug her. We ended up crying while hugging. But Mr. Zulfikar did not pay attention to this condition at all. It sucks! He took the spare key and left.

"Maaa! Aarrgh!!" shouted the Goddess when Zulfikar sir was out of the room.

"Sir Goddess, I'm sorry. All this because of me." Back to blaming yourself.

"Yes, from the beginning you were wrong. As many alibis as you have. You stay wrong. If Zul did not take off his virginity on the wrong person that night, right now, I would have lived happily. Huuu." Then remove the embrace.

"Sir Goddess, I-I asked ma----."

"Enough Neng! What are you apologizing for?!" move someone from the door of the room. I don't know since when Mr. Listi was standing there.

"Sister Listi?"

"Listi?"

Me and the Goddess looked at him. Listi approaching. Then sit on the sofa and massage his head.

"You always defended Daini. When did you defend me, Listi?"

"I will only defend the truth" said Mr. Listi.

"You!"

"Sister Goddess, calm down, do not quarrel with Sister Listi. It's free," stop me.

"Haha."

When my eyes and Miss Dewi are still wet with tears, Sister Listi laughs.

"I'm sorry Miss Dewi, I didn't go into this room to talk to Mom. But told by the Director sir to accompany and calm Ms. Daini."

"What?! Mas Zul is really brash!" rutuk bu Dewi's.

'Tok tock.'

The sound of knocking on the door. Misti opened it. The one who knocked on the door of the room turned out to be his assistant ma'am Dewi.

"Non Dewi, it's time to go home" he said. She was a woman about 40 years old.

"Why should I go home now?" protest bu Dewi while wiping her tears.

"Mom Silfa called, Non. He said, Non-Dewi should go home now and don't stay here."

"Ish, mommy! Why 'sih?! Yes, I went home, Daini," he said. Then pass.

"Please," said Mr. Listi.

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After Miss Dewi left, sister Listi immediately helped clean my makeup. I just shut up. Still wondering why Mr. Zulfikar behaved like that.

"Tante Lillynya is busy really decorating," explained sister Listi.

"Did Mr. Listi know that Mr. Zulfikar had stayed at the office?"

"Yes know, Neng. Every time you want to overtime, the Director always says. If the Director wants to stay, my job is to have OB clean the room" he explained. Apparently, on Mr. Listi, he reasoned to be overtime.

"To my knowledge, last week, how many times did Mr. Zulfikar stay in the office?" my search.

"It's like twice, Neng. Last week, the Director also asked me to book a hotel room. Who do I think it is for? I dare not ask him directly. At first, I thought the room was for an insvestor. Out of curiosity, I asked Mr. Reza the same, and it turned out, said Mr. Reza, the room was for the Director. It's kind of weird, isn't it, Neng? But you take it easy. Mr. Reza has made sure that the Director stays at the hotel alone," he explained. That means Mr. Zulfikar doesn't lie.

"Why are you wondering? Didn't the Director say that he wanted to stay at the hotel?"

"Emm, say 'kok, brother. I'm just making sure."

"Oh, so."

"Sister."

"Yes, Neng"

"Mr ...."

I want to ask something about Misti. Because Misti is his lover, Mr. Sabil, Misti may know the problems faced by Mr. Zulfikar of Sabil. But, if I ask, that means, it's the same as I don't trust my husband.

"Why? Don't make me curious, Neng."

"There's nothing, brother. Sister Listi, wait. What's this?!"

I'm appalled. When Misti looked down and turned her head while helping me open the kebaya rope, I accidentally saw a reddish mark on her neck. As a grown woman, I know where the sign came from.

"Neng, what did you see?" She covered. His cheeks immediately blushed.

"Sister Listi, be honest with me." While holding his hand.

"Honestly? Honest for what?"

"Did Sabil do it?" accuse me.

"W-what? Neng, Nang. It's a mosquito bite allergy, "he said.

"I'm not a child, brother. Sister Listi, listen yes, touching hands alone should not be, what else until playing kisses."

"I know, Neng. But it's Abilnya who likes to look for opportunities. Not me." Give again.

"Sister Listi can refuse. Why let him touch Brother's body? Conscious Brother, Brother and Mr. Sabil are not married. How about when Kak Listi and Pak Sabil get out of control? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Azaghfirullah."

"Yes, I was wrong, Neng. I know it's a sin. But, me and her just lip kiss and neck kiss the same hug 'kok, Neng. That's very rare too. Take it easy, my crown is still sealed. I'm a virgin," she explained, looking down and blushing.

"What?! Brother said 'just limited?' Oh my goodness, brother. 'And do not approach adultery; (zina) it is a wicked deed, and a bad path.' You remember, don't you?"

"Yes, Neng. I recall. But ... I'm weak in faith, Neng. I'm not as good as you." Getting down.

"Sister, I'm talking like that doesn't mean I'm a good person. I am only carrying out my duties as a Muslim who is encouraged to help each other and remind each other in terms of kindness. If Kak Listi likes the treatment of Mr. Sabil, why not immediately accept his invitation to get married?"

"I-I still have doubts, Neng. I'm not sure yet. I'm afraid of failure" he explained.

"Look, this is just a suggestion, brother. What if Sabil's brother and sir hang up?"

"W-what?! Hang married? 'Nothing like the title of soap opera, 'sih?"

"I'm serious, brother. Marriage is a term in marriage that refers to the marriage of a man to a woman. After the wedding, the couple did not live in one house. Hanging marriage is usually done when the couple is still a teenager or children who do not understand very well about married life," I explained.

"Abil and I are not children, Neng."

"Sister, the term hanging marriage is also given to married couples but have not been able to run a household together because they do not have sufficient financial and material and moral capabilities."

"Financial A Abil is enough, Neng."

"Eat him, get married quickly, brother."

"But I'm not sure yet, Neng."

"In Islam, there is no hanging. However, marriage carried out under the term hanging marriage is legal according to Islam if all terms and conditions of marriage are met in accordance with the applicable provisions and sharia."

"In conclusion, rather than Kak Listi and Pak Sabil piling up sins, it is better to hang a marriage first, Brother. Try to negotiate my idea with my father and mother. I'm sure they'll agree. Mr. Sabil what else. I'm sure he would have strongly agreed."

I don't know if this idea is correct yet? The point is, I don't want my best friend to pile up sins. After hanging marriage according to Islamic law, even if they touch, the law will not be illegal anymore. I smile at the smile. The idea of hanging marriage is a reason to justify the togetherness of Kak Listi and Pak Sabil.

Pstt ....

This idea actually started from Mr. Komjen. Mr. Komjen asked for help from me through Mr. Zulfikar to persuade sister Listi under the pretext of hanging marriage.

Mr. Zulfikar said, Mr. Komjen had even talked about the idea of hanging marriage with his father Misti. Why did Mr Komjen propose that idea? Because, said Mr. Zulfikar, pak Komjen can no longer bear the whining and purity of Mr. Sabil on Mr. Listi.

"Hows it? Does your brother agree?"

"Emm, agree, okay?" Still confused too.

"So, don't choose. Do you want to keep on piling up sins? Brother, if it's a good hanging marriage, you know. In this case, Brother and Pak Sabil have not fully had to carry out the obligations as husband and wife. But, when Brother and Mr. Sabil at any time want lips kiss or neck kiss, the law is not a sin. Like that, Brother? Hows it? Wanna?"

"Mr ...." Knocked his eyebrows.

"If you want, I will give Umrah tickets and tour tickets around Southeast Asia for two people. That means for Brother and Mr. Sabil. Agreed?"

"Well," decan. It seems, Brother Listi will approve. I hope that.

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