Forced to Share a Bed
Tension

"Sir, I'm going out. That's your wife calling, it's not good not to get picked up."

Hanin reminded me in a soft voice, she didn't sniff anymore and it made me obey.

"Well," I unlocked the key.

Hanin hurried. My hope, Hanin came out first when I called with the Goddess. But I was wrong, Hanin intercepted the bus instead. I thought, on the motorway, public vehicles should not stop and carry passengers. But here it was a little different, as Hanin waved, a bus pulled over and Haninpun got on.

So excited to see Hanin, I forgot to pick up the phone. Until the Dewipun ended his call. I sighed, then escorted the bus car that was carrying Hanin. I don't want to lose track of him.

There was also a bus that Hanin boarded at the Leuwi Panjang terminal, even with my car. I watched from a distance as he descended. Pretty patient, I thought. He's not in a hurry. Just got out of that car when all the passengers were out. I went down and approached him.

"Hanine."

That's the only word I can say. Because suddenly a young man came to Hanin. He wears white cocoa, a sheath, white-fisted and handsome. I'm insecure, I'm backing down alon-alon (slow down).

Who's the guy? Inner wondering.

"Steak," cried the young man.

He ran towards Hanin and kissed her hand. Immediately relieved this feeling. If it is called teteh and that close, it means this man is my sister-in-law. He means Hanin's sister.

"That's saha (who)?" the young man asked, his eyes twitching towards me.

"InshaaAllah is Teteh's candidate" Hanin replied in a soft voice.

"Huh, euleuh, serious Tea?" Hanin's sister looked shocked. He suddenly walked up to me and smiled.

"Om, Brother, Aa, hehehe," he reached out with a grin, revealing his rabbit teeth to me. This teenager is handsome, it's not wrong that his sister is that beautiful, eh?

"My name is Zulfikar Saga Antasena, just call me Mas." I took his hand. He kissed my hand while bowing his back. I feel very respected.

"Greetings Mas Saga, my name is Rayhan Abdillah Son of Sadikin."

"Call me Mas Zul" I said.

"Why can't you Saga?" chirps.

"Emm, make it easier" I replied.

"Oh, hehehe. I understand that the saga leaves are bitter" he said.

Saga leaves?

I scrunched my eyebrows. Yes, I remember, when I was a kid, having been checked by the feeling of saga leaves by Wawat ma'am. The taste is very bitter to the point of sticking to the esophagus.

"Geuraan son (fast), Teteh tos cape (get tired)," said Hanin. I understand Hanin masud. I also speak a little Sundanese.

"Muhun Teh, hayu atuh (yes Tea, come on)."

The son bowed to me, then demanded Hanin's hand somewhere. I did not take my eyes off their figure. Apparently, Putra picked up Hanin on a bicycle.

I'm satiated. Is that as simple as their lives? I was confused how the son pedaled the bike. He wears a sarong.

Just like Hanin, behind the sheath turned out to be trousers. Hanin hugged her sister tightly on the back. I imagined that I was the Son. No, in that direction again? Remember Zul, this is just a wedding.

I followed the bike with mixed feelings.

Haninese.

Why is that name so imprinted in the recesses of my heart? Just saying his name, my heart rippled.

Pretty far away it turns out. I'm sure I'll get lost if I follow the go map instructions. Hanin's sister must have been exhausted from paddling this far.

Now I entered a paved road that was not too big. Just enough for one car and two motors.

The view on the left and right side of the road really spoils the eyes. As far as the eye could see the green fields. Then there is a river that some of its water is used for irrigation. Nun far away I saw a mountain whose top was covered in fog. I don't know what the mountain is called. I have to ask Hanin or Son.

There are also some farmers who are weeding the grass.

Finally the bike stopped right across from a large building. I'm appalled. It says big on the building 'Pesantren Manhaj Salaf.' Are Hanin's parents pesantren? Or maybe the owner of this pesantren? My nose suddenly shrieked. I was stuck in the car.

...🍒🍒🍒...

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

My legs limp when I get off my son's bike. Usually, I am always happy when I want to meet my brother, ummi, and sister. But not this time. I'm not happy. I feel sad and scared.

"Teh, don't daydream oruh, it invite also the candidate. Fortunately abah has not ta'arufin Teteh same ustadz Kholil. Dare euy Teteh to bring all candidates, if I am afraid, hehehe. Fear is the same" said the Son. He nudged my shoulder as he glanced at Mr. Zulfikar's car. The man had not yet gotten out of his car.

"The stumped son (please) Teteh," I hugged the Son's arm.

"Huh? Ask for help, Tea?"

"I'm 17 years old. You're all grown up. You're the one who made sure he went into the house. They are afraid of the same."

"Oh my goodness, tea. Then I have to say what is the same and ummi? I'm scared too, Tea. Uh, ummi and her brother are not home either. Yeah, I'll take you, Tea." The son scratched his head while frowning his eyebrows.

"Your job is to get him to doang. Don't talk about anything, either ummi or abah. For the purpose of him coming here, later he also spoke directly the same time abah," I explained.

"Oh that? How did Teteh call him? Why not Zul?"

"Here is the Son, you know nothing. Anyway you brought him in. Brother wants to go in first." I rushed into the house. When I turned my head, Mr. Zulfikar still did not get off his car.

...***...

Rayhan Abdillah Sadikin's

"Teh, wait." But he doesn't care about me.

I got confused, and then there was a bad feeling. What's up, huh? I got to Mas Zul's car. Kukekuk.

'Tok tock.'

"Mas," said.

Eh, Mas Zul instantly opened the door as I turned my face away from seeing the duck pass by. I almost knocked on Mas Zul's forehead.

Zul has a tall body. I'm cuteness. In school I was the highest. Mas Zul must be diligent in drinking milk and eating fish. When he came out, the perfume came out. Beuh, fragrant.

He looks like a rich man. Tall, pure white, handsome and fragrant. Looks like the power is not made up anyway, this car also looks expensive. It could be a rental car. For a moment I ngeheuleung (bengong, daydreaming). I also did not expect that my taste would be like this. This is artist level.

What is more unexpected is ... how can Mas Zul like the same?

"Son, hello, Son." Mas Zul waving his hands in front of my face, I ngarencod (body movement due to shock).

"Eh, yes Mas. Come on in Mas," take me. I see Mas Zul's eyes keep circulating. Rolling between the Ponpes building and my house.

"Is this your house?" ask Mas Zul.

"Yes, ugly huh? Hehehe, understand the house in the village," I explained.

My house is not very good but it is very big. My house is 120 square meters. The land area is 500 meters. The rest of the land is certainly there used for gardening, and some of it is used as a goldfish pond. Abah and Ummi really like to grow crops.

"Good, really. So big. If in Jakarta the house and land can be worth tens of billions" said Mas Zul. While his eyes were still staring at the Ponpes building.

"Why, Mas? What are salafi pesantren alumni?" my many.

"No. Oiya Putra, Mas want to ask, are your parents the owners of the boarding school?"

"What?! Hahaha, not Mas" I replied. After I said that, Mas Zul's face changed expression. It looked tense. Now it looks calmer.

"But, as pesantren land is waqf from my abah," I added.

"Change you? Meanin?" tanyakanya.

"I called my father abah, to my mother I called him ummi." Mas Zul nodded.

"Tu-wait, ja-so some of the pesantren land originally had your papa?"

"Yes Mas, the area is about 4 hectares. Said abah, that's the leftover land inherited from my grandfather to abah."

"MasyaaAllah, four hectares are all forgiven?" Mas Zul seemed amazed.

Uh, this belongs to the riya category anyway? Hopefully not, because my intention is to tell Mas Zul yes let Mas Zul also motivated to infuse his treasure in the way of God. God knows my heart. I don't need to worry.

I'm nodding. Simultaneously, I saw Mas Zul's face stiffen again.

"Why, Mas?" my many.

"No-no, nothing, I salute you, I mean your brother. He's very generous."

"That treasure was not brought to death, Mas. Abah said, God made us rich one of them yes in order to be able to give alms, God made our lives short so that our sins are few, God made us poor, so that our hishab is light, God made us poor, God made us the people of the last days so that we do not wait too long in the grave, God made us the last people so that the mistakes we make are not mocked by the people who come later. Allah has interpreted all His will with wisdom" I explained. Mas Zul gawking.

"You're the pesantren's son?" ask Mas Zul.

"Hehehe, still studying Mas. I'm in second grade High School, but I'm on my way to the Manhaj Salaf boarding school."

"Well, you're great, you're cool, handsome again," Mas Zul praised me. That instant also my nostrils instantly expanded.

"Ah, I could."

"Son, I'm ashamed, I'm afraid of you" he said.

"Oh my goodness, my. My brother's good, I'm."

I guided Mas Zul's hand, seriously his hand felt cold. I took Mas Zul to the guest room which happened to be next to mine.

"This is my room. Abah has not come from the garden. I'm a businessman, hehehe."

"What effort?" Mas Zul asked while looking around. It might feel strange to have a guest room filled with calligraphy decorations.

"Where's the son going? Don't go."

"I'm going to the cottage again, Mom."

"I'm afraid, Son. When I was alone? If you come or ummi, how?"

"Hahaha, my goodness. In this house there ceu Jani same mang Hendra. They are husband and wife who work in this house. This hour is usually where Hendra is at the dam. If Ceu Jani is cooking again."

"Please Son, accompany Mas until you come yes." Face brightens.

"Hmm, just gini. Now I go to the cottage first, meaning to ask permission not to participate in the study. God willing, come here again."

"Yes, just like that. I agree." The face of Mas Zul Sumringah.

...***...

Apparently, after the Dzuhur prayer congregated in the cottage, I was only allowed to go home. Every day, I stayed in the cottage. I'm sorry, Zul, he's waiting for me. I walk fast. Honestly, I was also curious about teteh and mas Zul.

"Sst, Jang Putra tong kalebet (don't go in), in jero nuju terang (in the other side)," suddenly Mang Hendra who was standing in front of the entrance held my hand.

"Yes naon (what's up), Mang?"

"A-That's the point of crabbing (being angry)," explained Mang Hendra.

I was worried, I forced my way in. Mang Hendra couldn't hold me back. In terms of posture, I am indeed far superior to Mang Hendra.

"Huuuks, Daini nyuhunkeun in Abah ... (Other apologies Abah)."

Samar I heard the weeping of Daini's tea and the lamentation. My heart is getting worse. There was a lot of ummi that became clear when my position approached the room where they were gathered.

"That's disappointed with you, Daini!"

Abah's shout made my hair goosebumps, spontaneously my steps stopped. Why could Abah be so angry at Daini tea?

With fear, I peeked. I slowly opened the door of the room with trembling hands. While doing the 'ssstt' movement on Mang Hendra and ceu Jani who followed me.

I saw Teh Daini sitting in front of Ummi and Abah. He put his head on his knees, his shoulders scattered because of the crying. Umi covered her face with a hijab. Ummiku crying. While Abah sat cross-legged while staring intently at the Daini Tea. Abah held his chest. Breathing up and down. Abah's face was red-faced.

About a meter away, Mas Zul sat down beside the Daini Tea. I dare not enter. Only able to stare in extreme confusion.

"Why would you marry a married man, Dai?! Yes, this is not entirely wrong! But there will be a wounded heart behind your marriage! Try to position yourself as the man's wife!" snapped Abah.

"Sir, this is my fault, please don't scold him," Mas Zul said in a trembling voice.

"Sorry Mas Zul, you should also be able to keep your wife's feelings and mine! Imagine, my beloved daughter, whom I educated wholeheartedly, suddenly asking me for permission to marry siri to a married man!"

"Then you suddenly proposed to my daughter with a one billion dowry agreement, and you also said if this marriage was unknown to your wife and extended family! If you were in my position, wouldn't you be angry?!" shouted Abah. Mas Zul looked down.

"A-Change .. huuu .. ma-sorry," Teh Daini crawled slowly. Then he hugged Abah's lap. Abah unmoved.

Tea Daini ....

My mind screams. I understand why Abah is so angry. I was also disappointed in Teh Daini and Mas Zul. I don't want to have a big brother!

"Lift your head!" snapped Abah.

The Daini tea raised its head slowly. Then ....

'PLAQUE.'

For the first time I saw Abah slap Teh Daini. Ummi was shocked, even with me. Mang Hendra and Ceu Jani were stunned to the floor while covering their lips.

"SOBAH!" shout Ummi.

"Ha-hanin!" mas Zul shouted, along with Ummi's shout.

Ummi grabbed the body of Teh Daini who fell to the floor. The lips of the Daini Tea broke. Fresh blood flowed from the corner of the lips of Daini Tea. His white cheeks were instantly blue and bruised for a moment. Mas Zulpun seemed to want to touch the Daini Tea. But ....

"You're haram touching my son!" prohibit Abah.

"Sir, I'm sorry, even if Hanin was wrong, you shouldn't hurt him" Mas Zul protested.

"Mas Zul, she's my daughter! In the hereafter, he will be the one who can draw my hand to hell! I'm entitled to my daughter!" shouted Abah.

"Yes, but please don't hurt Hanin, and please allow us to get married, if you feel less than a billion dowry, you may ask for it at a reasonable price. Up to ten billion even I can," said Mas Zul. But still with his head down.

Ten billion? My eyes are rounded. Who exactly is this Mas Zul? I became curious.

"You think my son's merchandise?! Sorry, I refused such a big dowry!"

Abah takes a breath. Then turned to look at Teh Daini whose head was currently leaning on Ummi's lap. Ummi was wiping the lips of Daini Tea with tissue while shedding tears. Daini tea seemed to be in shock after being slapped by Abah. His eyes looked at the ceiling with a blank look.

My mind is full and slashed. I can barely see this scene. Test, my water is falling. Mang Hendra and Ceu Jani rubbed my back.

Abah sighed, he started to calm down. Then say ....

"I'm sorry, I don't approve of this marriage."

"W-what? Can't sir, we have to stay married" Mas Zul insisted.

"I can't. A marriage like this is forbidden. But the modhorot element is more than the halal. First, You hurt your wife. Second, you lie to a lot of people. Third, my daughter's status before the law is very weak because siri marriage has no legal umbrella" Abah explained.

"A-Change, actually .. a-I and Mas Zul, su-sudah .. huuks," said Kak Daini while sobbing.

"A-what do you mean Daini?!" sentak Ummi while chatting with Abah.

"I've slept with him, huuu .. geez Ummi ... Abba ...." The Daini Tea prostrated itself before Ummi and Abah.

As if struck by lightning in broad daylight, I was stung violently. I was disappointed and angry. I didn't expect Daini Tea to be that low. Abahpun.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, Dainiii. O Allah, O Rabbi, Dainiii."

Abah's body was trembling. His hands clenched tightly. Abah hit her chest hard while shaking her head. Abah might be hoping if this isn't real. With me.

"O Allah, why did I give birth to this wicked daughter? Forgive the servant O Allah, Daini ...."

Ummi suddenly drooped, Ummi fainted. Abah immediately hugged Ummi. This scene is heartbreaking. My heart was broken, my world was empty for a moment.

Mas Zul covered his head. He looks confused.

"Mang Hendraaa! Ceu Janiii," cried Abah.

"Yes, Abah."

Mang Hendra and Ceu Jani immediately ran into the dramatic room. Immediately carrying Ummi's body, then placed on the sofa.

"Dain! I'm angry with you!"

Abah took the broomstick, then with a quick movement and full force, Abah hit the calf of Teh Daini who was walking towards Ummi.

'Pukh.'

"AHH! A-Change, a-forget," he cried.

Daini tea is falling. He returned to the floor. When Abah was about to hit again, Mas Zul rattled. He protected the Daini Tea with his body.

'Pukh.'

The broomstick hit Mas Zul's back.

'Track.' The broom was broken into two pieces.

"Sir, actually me and Hanin did that drunk! I accidentally, even so, by God we did it in a semi-conscious state, I was diced drugs by my uncle. But the one who gave Hanin the medicine was still investigating!" obviously Mas Zul.

"What-what?!"

The broom in Abah's hand fell along with Abah who dropped her body to the floor, resting on her knees.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, if it's true like that, w-why were you not honest from the start? Verily, Allah forgives His people for sins committed in error, forgetfulness, and coercion."

"May what you and my child do belong to it. Wallahu a'lam bishawab, only God knows the truth" Abah said as he approached the Daini Tea and pulled the body of the Daini Tea into his arms.

"A-Change ..," said Teh Daini.

"I'm sorry Abah, geulis (beautiful). I'm sure you're not that kind of woman." Abah kissed the head of the Daini Tea.

Mas Zul sighed. Mas Zul's gaze on Teh Daini looked so deep.

"It's an emergency, Abah blessing you guys marry siri. In the future, let us pray that God will give the best way for this problem. Son, Abah knows you're going, get over here!" exclaim Abah.

"Yes, Abah." I approached.

"You quickly call ustad Abdurrohman, and ustadz Hanif! Abah wants to get your goddamn marriage right away."

"Bad-good, Abah." I hurried.

"What is it like, sir?" mas Zul's voice I can still hear.

"On the basis of prayer only," Abah's voice.

"That one billion please be accepted sir, so the dowry of a set of prayer instruments and a billion dollars."

"Sorry Mas Zul, I cannot accept such a large dowry. I'm just hoping that you can give a little justice and a little love to my daughter." Abah's Voice.

I stepped on the side, not expecting that the love story of Daini tea would be like this.

...~Tbc~...

...🥰Yuk, come on! 🥰...