Forced to Share a Bed
Become a Couple

Siti Fatimah

Which mother is not sad after knowing the harsh reality that happened to her daughter. I was just described by my husband about a tragedy that happened to Daini. After I woke up, Abah told me the truth.

I immediately went into my room and cried.

"Huuu, Daini .. deudeuh teuing (very dear), the son of a crewed amulet (my son is a soulmate), poor is your fate, son." My tears streamed as this hand took the white kebaya that Daini would use when Ijab kabul.

This kebaya is a relic from my mother. When I married my mom, I wore this. Even when I married my brother, I also wear this shirt. In the past, I thought I would be so happy when I took this dress to wear to my daughter on her happy day.

But ... the reality is the opposite. I was sad and not happy at all. Want me to reject this marriage and dispute my husband's decision. But my husband said ..The best path must be with this marriage.

It was an emergency marriage that I didn't know where Daini would survive. This marriage is not based on love. It all starts from mistakes and unintention, but the pain caused is reality.

This pain multiplied when I found out that the man was one of the sons of the most famous conglomerate in the country. With his arrogance he even said that he was able to give a dowry of up to ten billion to marry my daughter.

"Next ...." This bone-white shirt I soaked with tears.

As a human being, I am not rejecting this fate. But as a mother, I certainly would not be willing if after this marriage my son was dumped. What if his first wife knew all this? What about my daughter's fate in the future?

I fear that my daughter is insulted by those who do not know the truth, do not want to know, or close their ears to the truth.

"Oh Allah .. please strengthen my daughter's heart if in the future she will be hurt by this marriage." I raise my hand, pleading with the Almighty.

"If this marriage is the best effort, please open the door of the man's heart to love Daini and can be fair to Daini and to his first wife. Please open the man's wife's heart to receive Daini and sincerely share the bed with my daughter."

This prayer sounds so painful. I personally cannot afford to share a bed with another woman. But for the sake of the happiness of my daughter, with all my humility and humiliation, I willingly put that prayer before Him.

"Ummi, are the clothes ready?" Ceu Jani knocked on the door and entered my room. I immediately wiped the tears so that this sadness was not too obvious.

"Have Ceu, Dainina tos dangdos (These are berries)?"

"Parantos (already) Ummi. Maniku geulis pisan, pangling ningalina man (so beautiful, I pangling see it)," praised Ceu Jani.

"Tos teu ceurik, right? (not crying, right?)."

"Si was still crying Ummi, fortunately (luckily) the makeup was waterproof, but quite calm anyway, not too hiccuping," explained Ceu Jani.

After that, me and Ceu Jani went to Daini's room, on this supposed happy day, I deliberately called my close friend who used to decorate the bride to polish Daini's face to make it more beautiful.

I want this moment to be special even though there are millions of sadness behind it. Daini actually refused to self, but I forced her. Upon arrival in Daini's room, I was confused, I was fascinated by my own daughter. He was staring at the mirror. A sadness rippled across his face.

I'm trying hard. I don't want to add to Daini's joy and sadness. I walked up to her, smiled, and helped her put on this hereditary wedding dress. This shirt is still good, because it is always treated regularly.

"Ummi .. a-I-I-." He looked at me, his eyes glazed over. As if I wanted to say a lot of things to me.

"Sstt, Ummi doesn't want to hear any complaints, this is your way of life, Dai. God does not give trials beyond the limits of His people's ability. Stop complaining, stop being sad, let's smile, Dai. Even though Teteh's heart is hurting, for now, let's pretend to be happy, you agree?"

"But, Ummi ...." My daughter's tears crystallized in her eye sockets.

"Teteh, Ummi please, sincerely beautiful Ummi, Ummi knows you are strong, let's wear the wedding dress geulis (beautiful), Ummi help ya."

My body does not cry. With trembling lips he said ....

"Muhun (yes) Ummi," he said.

"God, you are so beautiful. You stay here with Ceu Jani, yes, Ummi wants to see his kabul ijab. Once legal, Ummi will come here again to pick you up and hand you over to your husband." I immediately turned back, the body deviated from Daini before Daini could say anything.

I hurried to leave her because I couldn't help but cry. My chest tightened when I saw Daini's face.

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In the living room, the men had already gathered. They sat around my husband and the man. I called him 'the man' because I was still confused what to call him.

Yes, in terms of physical and treasure, he is indeed no doubt, but .. I crave a man who loves Daini, not a man who married Daini because of the compulsion caused by the tragedy. Again, these tears came back. I approached, I became the only woman in the room.

Abah nodded his head and smiled at me as we sat down. As if to say that everything will be fine. And deep down, I'm sure my husband was hurt, too.

In this room there is the ustad Abdurrohman, and the ustadz Hanif who will be witnesses of marriage. The other is Abah. Putra and Mang Hendra as a listener. I saw the eyes of the Son blushing. I'm sure he must be sad too.

The ijab kabul process is about to begin. The marriage proposal was delivered by ustadz Hanif while I was still in the room. My heart went with it when Abah grabbed the man's hand. Whether I saw it wrong or not, the man looked nervous, his hands even trembling and not daring to look at my husband's face.

"Ananda Zulfikar Saga Antasena Bin Mr. Aksa Adiwangwa Antasena, I marry and I marry you with my daughter named Daini Hanindiya Putri Sadikin with her mascarine form a set of prayer tools, and I will marry you to my daughter Daini Hanindiya Putri Sadikin, and 24-carat gold weighs 3 grams, cash." Abah's voice sounded so firm.

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Daini Hanindiya Putri Sadikin Binti Mr Hussein Sadikin with his mascarwin, cash." Although his voice trembled, but he recited it fluently. Yes, this is the second time kabul. So he's experienced.

"How's witness?" abah asked, sighing.

"Well," sahut ustadz Hanif and ustad Abdurrohman simultaneously.

"Alhamdulil was bornabbal'alamiin" said Putra and Mang Hendra, I said. Although I regret this marriage, but I'm happy because he can do it without obstacles.

Without realizing it, I shed another tear. I saw Abah bowed while saying ....

"Baarakallaahu laka, wa baarakallahu 'alaika, wa jama'a bainakuma fii khaiir, may Allah bless you, both in joy and sorrow and always gather you both in kindness."

To all who were present, including me. I can't believe today Abah and I have to release our beloved daughter to the man.

"Marriage is the best solution for a young man. Because with marriage, complete half the religion and the journey of his life. Marriage is a struggle in joy and sorrow that lasts long and long, may sadinah mawaddah warahmah, yes Mas," said ustadz Hanif.

Ustad Hanif and ustad Abdurrohman certainly do not know the mystery behind this marriage. Ustad Abdurrohman patted my son-in-law on the shoulder and praised her if she and Daini were a compatible couple.

"Ummi, quickly bring Daini here" Abah said

"Muhun (yes), Abah." I rushed to the room accompanied by the Son.

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Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

I waited for the kabul ijab to finish with a raging feeling. I can't even describe this feeling.

"Ran Ibumah, how do you look sad continue Neng Dai?" ask Bu Fajriyah, perias bridal. Ummi's close friends.

"I'm sad to be separated from abah and ummi, ma'am," my dear.

"So that's your cheeks and lips why it can be swollen and bruised so, Neng? I actually wanted to ask you a question, but it wasn't good. Now it's not very visible because it's already been made up." Ms. Fajriyah returned to polishing slowly my bruised cheeks using powder brush.

"It accidentally knocked on the closet door, ma'am."

"Jeez aya-aya wae (anything is). Uh, which person is your candidate? Is it the same dita'araffin, or you choose? I saw a glimpse, Neng. Beuh, kacep kacida (very handsome)."

'Tok, tock, tock.'

"Assalamu'alaikuum, Teteh." The voice of the Son was heard, followed by the opening of the door of the room and the entrance of Ummi. My heart immediately dag dig dug not careless.

"Wa'alaikumusalaam," replied I and Ms. Fajriyah.

"Teeth, huuks." The son grabbed my body and cried. I don't know what my sister feels.

"Son, tong is ah (don't be so ah)!" Ummi pulls Putra's shoulder. Bu Fajriyah gawked in confusion.

"Wake forward, Tea. The kabulnya is finished. You're legitimately his wife."

"It's legitimate?"

My knees suddenly tremble. Ummi and Putra took my body. It's like a dream, but I don't know if it's a good dream, or if it's as bad as a dream.

This heart is getting worse, especially when I step closer to it. I dare not raise my head. I kept staring down at the marble floor of my house.

"Teteh, sit here near Abah," Abah stood up, took my hand and turned me to Mr. Zulfikar. I keep my head down.

"Now, Mas Zulfikar your husband, let's shake his hand, son," said Abah.

With trembling I finally grabbed the hand of Mr. Zulfikar outstretched to me. Slowly, I kissed the scented hand and wet it with tears.

"Hanine ...."

Mr. Zulfikar's voice sounded soft and heavy. I haven't pulled my hand out of his hand yet, he's already pulled and kissed the back of my hand. I was surprised, this guy was really good at acting, maybe he was so gentle with me, while in his house there was another woman waiting for him, or could have missed him a lot.

Boldly, even in the presence of Abah and those present, his hands gently cupped my cheeks, then kissed my forehead. Even though my face was in front of him, I still did not dare to look at Mr. Zulfikar. I rolled my eyeballs in the other direction.

Why would I do that?

Because ... I feel I have no right to Mr. Zulfikar. Yes, he is my husband, but his heart, Mr. Zulfikar's heart is not mine. I can't go into this wedding too much. I was aware of a position I never expected.

These tears spilled again while his hands were still cupping my cheeks, and he also dared to wipe my tears with his fingers.

"Don't cry anymore huh," she easily said that. Basic man is not feeling.

"Change, because now they are legitimate, I and ustadz Hanif want to go to the cottage again, soon the schedule of muhadhoroh" said Ustadz Abdulrohman.

"Yes, please Ustadz, thank you for your presence, and apologize for interrupting the time."

"Not at all, Abah. Instead we are happy because it has become part of this sacred promise," said ustadz Hanif, smiling.

After they left, Zulfikar and I sang to Abah and Ummi. I became the first person to fall on Abah's lap. I can't say anything but cry and cry.

"Sabar ya geulis, everything that happens there is already a set. Now Abah's job of keeping you is done. From this moment on, your husband will be the one to ask you. Please obey all your husband's orders as long as what he says is not a slack."

Abah kissed the top of my head. Abah's expectations on this marriage are too much. Abah doesn't know if after this, or if it could be a few more minutes, Mr. Zulfikar will divorce me.

Then I moved into Ummi's lap. Just like me, Ummi did not say anything, he instead cried on my shoulder.

"I'll leave my daughter to you. Regardless of what this marriage began like, I hope, you can learn to love my daughter. If you have trouble loving her, can you pretend to love Daini?"

Abah's words to Mr. Zulfikar made my heart ache. The sentence was like an arrow that pierced the chest to make me not fooled and feel inferior.

"God willing, sir. Please guide him" he said. It sucks, he's good at acting.

That short sungkeman was finally finished as well. The son said goodbye to go back to the cottage. Mang Hendra and Ceu Jani went behind, and Abah and Ummipun left me and Pal Zulfikar.

"You rest first, after this, we eat together" Abah said shortly before passing.

It's just me and him now. I was silent, even with him. Having no material to talk about, I left this room without even inviting her.

I went to my room, quickly opened the door of the room upon arrival. As I was about to close the door, someone held my hand.

"Hanin, wait. Why did you leave your husband?"

"K-you? Why did you come to my room? Just go! Ganui," expel me. He forced his way in and closed the door.

"Hanin, now that I'm your husband, I have the right to enter your room," while holding my hand.

"No, Sir. You have no right, this marriage is just a charade, please keep your distance, do not act out of bounds. I'm not going to hurt your wife. Off!" I beat him while crying.

"Hanin, at least for today, let's pretend to be a real husband and wife. Let's show it to you and ummi."

"I don't want to!"

"Hanin, how's your cheek? Does it still hurt? Your legs how, it's okay, right?" She grabbed my cheek, looking at her face acting as if she was worried.

"I'm fine!" Clasping hand.

"Your feet?" He even knelt down and was about to check it out.

"You must not be insolent!" I'm distant.

"Hanin, you're my wife, it's your insolent attitude." He spoke quietly, then moved to my bed.

"Where are you going?!" my yelling.

"Sleep" he answered briefly.

"Sir Zulfikar!"

"Sstt," he said.

"If you don't go, I'll go!" When I opened the door, he blocked my path.

"Do you want something?!" my snapping.

"If I say I want you?" he said, what a bitch!

"What?! Don't mess with the wedding sir!" I screamed again.

"Whose fooling around? Me or you?" While locking the door, then put my room key into his pocket. I stared at the door. Not even an hour into our marriage, she's already confused me.

...~Tbc~...