Forced to Share a Bed
Mine!

"I'm sorry, Misti, I can't attend."

Daini and I are VC. Daini is seen sitting on the side of her bed facing the twins. There is also the Director who is lying on Daini's lap.Yes, the Director always just like that. In fact, Daini had just given birth, but she was spoiled by Daini.

"It's okay, Neng."

I was acting alakadarnya. Dress up alone. Since this was just a hanging and undisclosed wedding, I did not ask anyone for help to decorate me. I wear the white kebaya Daini gave me on my birthday.

"It's dawn prayer, isn't it, Brother?"

"Already dong, Neng. Well, deg-degan knows, Neng."

"Hehehe, take it easy, brother."

"I was going to come, but it was forbidden to go with Mr. Komjen. He said, if I come worried about being the center of attention," interrupted the Director.

"Yes sir, it's okay. It's already half six. How'this?" I started to panic. Where all night can not sleep again.

"Breathe from the nose, then exhale from the mouth slowly," exclaimed Daini.

"Darling," my mother came.

"Yes, Dai. Mr. Director, I'm saying goodbye. Please pray for it." I hurriedly ended the call. Even to forget to say hello so panicked.

"You're calling Daini?"

"Yes, Mom. Why are you going to my room?"

"Mom will help you dance. Look at me, you're beautiful. Your time is not ready. Miss Killa, come here!"

Mom called someone to my room, then a woman arrived. I don't know where she knew him. I can only gawk.

"Oh, is this the candidate, Mr Iptu? Real pretty. The body is like a model, yes" said the woman. I immediately looked at Mom while shrugging my shoulders. I mean, ask mom about Killa.

"Bu Killa was sent by Komjen to groom you, baby."

"W-what?" Mother's explanation surprised me. My mom just smiled. While Miss Killa came to me immediately.

"Not to be surprised. Her dress will make you simple 'kok. You are beautiful, without makeup, obviously already beautiful," praised Miss Killa. I just shut up. Then he sighed and let Miss Killa make up for me.

"It's normal, Mom. Don't exaggerate. It's a ---." I couldn't continue my sentence because I was confused. Is it okay if Miss Killa finds out about this hanging wedding?

"You take it easy, this mother is still his close brother, Mr. Komjen. Mr. Komjen has explained everything the same mother."

"Oh," I nodded weakly. Seriously, the more dag dig dug. The clock in my room showed at 6 past 2 minutes. Noooo! I heard the car.

"It must be Mr. Komjen and A Abil" said the mother as she passed.

"Huufth ...."

I repeatedly catch my breath. But still can't calm down. My hands are watering from the sweat. Nervous, embarrassed, and confused by this feeling.

"Lho, 'cold hands?" protest from Killa.

I just shut up. Honestly, this feeling is getting worse when I hear there is a little noise in my house. Suddenly, there was a feeling of fear. Afraid to meet Sabil.

"That's enough. Please be mirror."

Miss Killa showed me a mirror. I'm gawking. The makeup is simple, but it's enough to make me pangling with my own face. Ms. Killa was busy shooting me using a nice camera that would have been expensive. Then he left me and looked at the results.

I sat alone. After kurenungi, why do me and Mr. Sabil have to be married hanging? Why not get married for real?

My head shook. The painful things that happened to Daini came back across my head. I do not want to disappoint my parents and also disappoint the great family of Mr. Komjen. So, the steps I took were right. With hanging knick, if I feel uncomfortable, or vice versa Mr. Sabil is uncomfortable with this marriage, me and he can separate at any time.

"Trial marrieage," I murmured.

Deg, my heart is beating strong. My blood flow seemed to flow faster than usual. Yes, I saw the wall clock already showing at 06.53 WIB. Then .... Father arrived.

"Yuk baby. His kabur will begin soon." He stretched his hand towards me.

I looked at my father's face and was surprised. Just this time I saw my eyes glazed over.

"Ba-Bapk ...," said I.

"Darling," he grabbed me.

"Mr ...." I returned his embrace.

"Yes, Father."

"Again, you want to ask me again? Are you sure you want to hang with Abil?"

"Sir, I approved of this marriage because of my fear of marriage. I'm afraid of hurting a Abil. I'm also afraid I can't be a good wife and daughter-in-law. Therefore, I must establish myself first with this hanging marriage. Sorry if my decision worries you."

"Mr not worried, son. I'm happy because soon .. there will be someone to help you keep an eye on you. You're the only son that my father and mother have. Same with A Abil. He's the only child the family hopes."

"Sir, hurry!" She came back to my room and looked panicked.

"Your darling." Father guided me.

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Iptu Sabil Sabilungan

Today, I feel like I'm not walking the earth. This is the day I'm looking forward to. This is the longest day I've been waiting for. Two days have passed from my wait to wait for this kabul ijab event. However, what I felt was not two days, but months of his name. I got lost in the machine and was locked up for a long time.

"Aa, look. That's Tia" whispered the mother.

I who was looking down cross-legged while playing the tip of the shirt immediately responded. I looked towards my mother looking. Same with my father and uncle. They looked there at the same time. My hands are cropping shirts. It's so pretty. He's a manglingi, and looks like a living doll.

"Aa, it's normal to see the list," my mother pinched my shoulder.

"Show me your authority" whispered the father.

"Hehe."

My uncle chuckled. His name is uncle Tohir. However, I called him 'Amang.' I'm gonna head down right away. Trying to be ordinary. In fact, it feels like I want to kiss Listi immediately. Eh, sorry. In this serious situation. My mind is fucked.

Uncle Tohir immediately opened the event after Listi sat down at the place reserved for him. Listi kept his head down. His attitude was inversely proportional than usual. Then, the ustadz sir who had permission to go to the bathroom had returned. He sat down and was ready to do his job. I glanced at the watch on my right hand. Five minutes to go at seven in the morning.

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Like Anggraeni Pearl, soon, you will be mine. Only mine. MINE! THE POINT!

...⚘️⚘️⚘️...

Miss Silfa

"Hulu."

My tears are almost over. That kid really embarrassed me. He has skinned my face so that it does not rest. But .. he's like that because of me too. I cried in my husband's belly button. I wanted to immerse my body into this ground. But I was not ready to face him.

"Mom, time to go home." My assistant took me home. However, I refused to move.

For the time being, Zulfikar was still quietly alone. In the future, will he keep this secret? Will she cover up my daughter's disgrace for the child the Goddess has conceived?

"Huux." Back wailing.

As it turned out, the wealth I had .. I could not use to buy just a little happiness potion. For me, happiness is hard to understand.

"A person who is difficult to feel happy may be due to trauma, anxiety, depression, and other mental health disorders that affect a person's ability to access happiness."

So remember the explanation of the psychiatrist who once handled the Goddess. Means, my son really was in a bad position and I didn't know it. But, anyone who always compares his life with others, will certainly never feel happy.

"Mom."

I daydreamed while stroking my husband's belly button when my assistant called me back.

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...~Tbc~...

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Assalamu'alaikuum.

How's everything going? nyai prayed that everything would always be in His mercy and guidance. Aamiins.

Sorry as big as nyai can not spy on the world of TBR to the fullest. Really, nyai also wants to lurk every day. But, nyai is really busy. There are three concurrent agendas that must be completed. From starting his studies with various tasks, RS accreditation, and jafung program. Those who work in hospitals certainly understand and can understand it.

Again, please apologize. 🙏🙏

Wassalamu'alaikuum.