Forced to Share a Bed
The Moment [Part 1]

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Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

"Inconvenience in the third trimester of pregnancy is an unpleasant feeling for pregnant women which includes physical or mental conditions at seven months gestation to aterm or enough months. Discomfort that includes pain in the back, shortness of breath, frequent urination, difficulty sleeping, cramps, odem, varicose veins, heartburn, constipation, constipation, constipation, fatigue easily, and others."

That's what Dr. Rahmi said when she gave me counseling.

"The discomfort will increase in the pregnancy of twins such as Neng Daini. 'The baby has two. In addition, even though Neng's pregnancy was only 36 weeks, the baby was already big."

"Hufth ..."

I rubbed my stomach. Now, tilt hurts, supine what else. Waking up is difficult, having to hold something or being woken up. But, I don't feel good if I keep asking for help from Bu Juju. Always try to be independent.

A comfortable position at this time is a half-sitting position by placing a pillow stack behind my back.

According to Dr. Rahmi, the normal gestational age is from 37 weeks to 42 weeks. Now, I'm 36 weeks pregnant. So, it takes another week to enter the aterm phase.

"If it's the month, you should have frequent body contact, Neng. The husband's fluid contains hormones that can cause the uterus to heartburn naturally" explained Dr. Rahmi at the time.

In fact, not even his feathers, Mr. Zulfikar often do it. Because the doctor once said my uterus was good and strong, he almost every night asked for permission to raise me.

"If you are tired, just shut up, surrender, and enjoy it baby. Let me just run and explore your body. Okay well? If you feel sick or uncomfortable, say yes, baby." That's his signature phrase

"You're getting sexy. The bigger your belly, the more beautiful it looks in my eyes. You're also ensnaring dear, and your bondage is making me Hanin-Hanin. Anyway, I can't waste this moment."

Sometimes he likes to smile at himself when remembering his deathly appeal. Really, I didn't expect him to be so passionate about my body.

"Honestly, your body is beautiful, your nails are also beautiful, the fine hair that adorns your body also looks so beautiful. I really like you, Hanindiya."

My lips smiled again. His seduction.

"Your Daddy likes Mommy so much, after you've been born into the world, Daddy will still like Mommy?" While rubbing my stomach.

Because Mr. Zulfikar wants to be called daddy. Inevitably, I became a suicide. In fact, I want him to be called ummi or mother. But it doesn't matter. Being a mother is not a calling, but a role.

I don't know why, today, I feel so tired. We had lunch together, Bu Juju. But only the next time I didn't eat it because there was no appetite. What was the last night's activity?

"Your daddy is naughty" I complained. My cheeks are hot when I remember them. Fortunately, this morning had breakfast with Mr. Zulfikar.

Because my legs started to ache, I forced myself to stand by holding on to the side of the bed. It seems, it is better to walk to an area of green open space than to sleep like this.

"Where are you going, ma'am?" Bu Juju walked over as I walked out of the room.

"You're ahead, Mom. To the park."

"Mother is with ya."

"No need, Mom. Besides, in the park there's Budi sir, right?"

"Yes, Mom. There are. He's cutting grass again."

"Mother don't keep tidy. I can rest, 'kok." By the way.

"Be careful, Miss Daini." Bu Juju always worried about me.

"Yes, Mom. Thank you." Thank you."

This apartment is very private. I felt like I had no neighbors. The unit is on the ground floor and is very spacious. Finally, I arrived at the green open space that I had considered a private garden. However, I did not find Mr. Budi.

Wait, I knit my eyebrows, because, as often as I step, my lower abdomen suddenly hurts. Then, it was as if something was urgent at the core of my body.

"Sh." shh." I grimaced.

There is an uncomfortable feeling like menstruation. Finally, I chose to sit on the park bench while leaning on my back. I thought, this is unlikely to give birth. My pregnancy was only 36 weeks. But, even if you have to be born at this age, said the obstetrician, the weight of my twin babies is sufficient.

I catch my breath, there is a feeling of worry that suddenly rushes out. Are these signs of labor? Because of that worry, I decided to go back to the room.

Before going to the room, I stopped by the kitchen, meaning I wanted to drink. However, as I tiptoed to pick up the glass located in the display case, suddenly something flowed from there. I was shocked and spontaneously dropped the glass to pieces and littered the floor.

'PRAX.'

"Mom Daini!" yelled Bu Juju.

He ran into the kitchen. Must be because I heard the sound of glass. While I was still staring in shock, Ms. Juju had realized that underneath my feet there was liquid flowing.

"Mom! It's like amniotic water!" his yell.

Directly lead me with a panicked face. Then help me lie down on the couch in the kitchen.

"Budi Uncle! Budi Sir!" his yell. Then take the phone, and I know who Juju's gonna call.

Bu Juju is like that, sometimes calling me 'neng, ' sometimes also calling me 'bu Daini.' After calling Mr. Zulfikar, he approached me.

"What is it, Neng? Is there heartburn? Geez, where are you going?! Mr Budiii! Budiii!" scream again.

"Mother just relax. I'm doing fine. Yes, I do feel like my stomach hurts a bit, but this is my nature" I replied in a soft voice.

"Mom knows you must be strong and stoic. Patience yes. Can you stay a minute? I'm looking for Mr. Budi."

"Yes Mom, please. But sorry, please get my HP. I'm gonna call Mr. Listi."

"Well, Neng."

"Thank you, Mom."

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Current ....

I don't know if Misti can come or not. He gave no answer. It should be, Bu Juju did not directly call Mr. Zulfikar. I had a little flu, he was panicking. What else is this? The liquid continued to seep soaking through the sofa. I didn't make any movement.

"Mom Daini?! Sorry, Madam. I was washing the sports car again." Mr. Budi came in a hurry with Bu Juju.

"It's okay, sir."

"I'll help you get in the car, ma'am. We need to get to the hospital."

I'm speechless. There is a feeling of unease if it is addressed to Budi sir.

"It's an emergency, Neng. It's nothing." Bu Juju seemed to understand my discord.

"Look, Bu Juju's the one who helped me walk, I'm still strong 'kok."

As long as I can keep myself from touching other men, I will. Unless I pass out, maybe the story will be different and can be categorized as an emergency.

"Yes, Mr. Budi quickly prepare the car! Mom wants to get the stuff ready. Ms. Daini is okay, isn't it a wait?"

"Yes Mom."

Quite a long time ago, Bu Juju also prepared things. After that, he took me slowly. The mouth is missing. I was pounding, various feelings mixed into one. My lips are endlessly chanting dhikr and shalawat. Am I going to be a mother today? It feels like a dream.

'CUBE.'

Arriving at the parking lot, Juju and I nodded. Because, my arrival to the parking lot along with the arrival of Mr. Zulfikar's car.

'COLLAPSE.'

He came down and slammed the door of his car. Bu Juju immediately lowered his head. Even with Mr. Budi who is putting baby equipment into the trunk.

"Darling!"

He ran towards me. His face was panicked. The more panic when he saw the liquid seep and wet his feet up to my sandals.

"Yes Rabbi. Bu Juju! Budi Sir! Why did you let Hanin walk?! Why not use a wheelchair?!" his yell. Angrier. Geez, I just got a wheelchair.

"Ma-sorry Sir. I Forgot" said Mr. Budi.

"Yes, I-Mom forgot too." Bu Juju was nervous.

"Basic can't be trusted! Hurry up and get the wheelchair!" shouted again.

"Good, sir." Mr. Budi ran.

"Darling, sorry that I came late. What are you feeling? Don't fuck around." Then hugged me.

"I'm doing fine. You just calm down. Oiya, you also do not get angry with Bu Juju and Mr. Budi. Panicked, I forgot my wheelchair, too" I explained.

"I'm not angry," she said.

Now while wiping my wet feet with the tissue prepared by Bu Juju. Then I helped me get into a wheelchair. Apparently, Mr. Zulfikar has contacted a special ambulance commonly used by apartment residents.

"If I get in a regular car, I'm afraid something's going on the way to the hospital" she said as she and the nuns helped me get into the ambulance.

Then he was busy calling mama-papa, and also abah sama ummi to ask prayers from them. However, Mr. Zulfikar forbade them to talk to me on the grounds that I needed rest.

I smiled hearing his reason. Just-there's. The point is, he's very possessive. Along the way, he kept hugging me and asking me about my condition. Occasionally reprimand the ambulance driver to be quick but must be careful. Sister's eyes narrowed. I know that behind the mask they were laughing at my husband.

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...~Tbc~...