Forced to Share a Bed
Convulsions

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

"The short time, the deceiving is the world, the near is death, the great is lust, the heavy is trust, the difficult is sincere, the easy is sinning, the easy is sinning, the hard one is patient, the one who forgets often is grateful, who burns down the cuss, who pushes to hell the tongue, the precious it is faith, which soothes the heart dhikr, the heart, and what awaited [God] was the repentance of His servant" I explained.

Mr. Zulfikar and I were having a casual conversation after performing the congregational prayer. This is my first prayer after the end of my puerperium. Thirty-four days have passed from the birth of my child. Azzima Hanna Cantika and Azzam Hanif Royal.

The name Cantika and Royal is the name proposed by mama and papa. Initially, their name ended with the name Antesena. However, I did not approve of it because I was worried that the name Antasena would affect the lives of my sons in the future. Because of my hope, the King and Beautiful can stand on their own feet without the shadow of the Antasena family's big name.

"MasyaaAllah, what you say is like morning dew that refreshes the heart" he said, hugging me tightly.

"Mas, don't be so tight on the hug."

I'm not comfortable. The name of the nursing mother, in the chest is often painful when there is excessive pressure.

"I'm sorry, baby."

Continue to kiss my forehead. His face was sparkling, his smile was perfect. Is Mr Zulfikar very happy because I have been sanctified from my puerperium? Oiya, I called him 'gold' after the King was circumcised. Mr. Zulfikar begged me not to call him 'father' again. Since I am currently his only wife, fine I agree. But, in the presence of the King and Beautiful, I called her 'papa.'

King and Beautiful were circumcised when they were seven days old. Circumcision for Beautiful is of course adapted to sharia. Not hurting her anything else until it reduces her rights as a woman in the future. Only mendorehnya a little as a condition to have practiced female circumcision in accordance with the teachings of Prophet Ibrahim A.S.

"Where do you eat, man? In the room, what's in the dining room?" my many.

"eat? I don't want to eat yet, baby. Still want to listen to your cult." Smother me again. But not as strong as before.

"What else should I say? I think it's enough 'deh, Mas." Trying to push his shoulder into my body.

"What if I eat you first?"

"W-what, Mas? I didn't hear wrong, did I?"

"Darling, I've been waiting for this moment a long time. It's only natural that I want it so badly? When I found out you were praying, my heart flowered. My world was bright for a moment, as bright as the sun," he said.

"Emm, but the Masnya already want to go to work. I have to pump ASI and walk around the same morning King and pretty. I also saw a meeting at eight in the morning. Yeah, right?"

"I want permission not to go to a meeting for you. Sometimes I don't think it's a problem, baby. Seriously, I miss you so much."

Geez, his eyes are looking at me. Honestly, I'm still scared. But, I can't bear to look into his wailing eyes. Anyway, I basically miss him too. Should I give it to him right now? Worryingly.

"How about another cult?" I asked as I put on a smile because I felt funny with his attitude.

"Cultum again? Hmm, I can." But his hands began to act. Really don't shut up. I don't know where it's going to be razed. I'm goosebumps.

"Mas, one of the evidences of unfortunately [God] is the same as us by opening His wide door of repentance even though His servant committed sins a million times. So never despair of repenting and asking for His forgiveness."

"Yes, hmm," he murmured. His ears began to turn red, and then my heart beat strongly when Mr. Zulfikar almost started to open his shirt in a hurry.

"Assalamu'alaikuum." Bu Juju's voice. We were surprised. Mr. Zulfikar was sculpting while covering his hair.

"Punten (sorry) Bu Daini. Beautiful crying continues." That's Ipi's voice.

"Geez, pretty, haish." She looked back at her hair with a smile. Then opened the door after reusing his shirt.

"I'm sorry, sir, Mom. Beautiful do not want milk. I think I want to mimi directly," explained Bu Juju. He handed Beautiful to Mr. Zulfikar.

"Yes, nothing, Mom. Oiya, which king?" tanyakanya.

"After bathing and mimi ASI milking, the King immediately sleeps, sir." The ipi explains.

"Yes already." He flicked his hand so that Bu Juju and Ipi left the room. I gave Asi to Gorgeous after Bu Juju and Ipi left.

"Emm ... muach, Beautiful deliberately bothers Papa and Mom?"

Mr. Zulfikar smears pretty cheeks. In the end, I did choose to be called 'mom.' Papa and mother. It's nothing 'that's not connected either. Hehe. Papa and mama, mother and father.

"Sir, uh--em-Mas, don't blame Beautiful. At this hour, it is beautiful, mimi time. It is you who cannot be patient. It'll still be tonight, won't it?"

"Do you love me more beautiful than I do?" Even blind jealousy.

"Pfftt, are you jealous of your own child?" Holding laughter.

"Not jealous, dear. Just want to protest. But I also need your affection and caresses." Not to lose.

"Yes, I know. But there's a time for it."

"OK-okay, here's how. You should accompany me to lunch. So, one o'clock in the afternoon is already in the office, later delivered by Budi sir ya."

"To office? Be able. Can I bring the Beautiful or the King?"

"Beauty and the King were temporarily left behind. Just bring the ASI pump machine." Alisku. His desire was completely inviolable.

"Deal," I insisted.

"Deal" he said, peeping at my cheek.

"Do I have to cook something to eat together at the office?"

"No need, dear. Yes, I want to get ready for work first."

He passed after preparing, kissing me and kissing pretty. But his face looks a little gloomy.

"Mas," call me. He turned the body.

"Again," I cried.

"Don't forget the office" he said.

"Sip," I raised my thumb.

Come to think of it, why go to his office? I'm already resigning. Previously, Mr. Zulfikar also never asked me to accompany him to lunch.

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"Neng Dai, aren't you busy?"

"No, Brother. Relaxing again. Why Sis?" Sister Listi suddenly called me.

"You confide, Neng. What can?"

"By, Brother. What story. I happen to be going to the office later, too. Do we meet?"

"You going to the office? What show is it? Mr. Director didn't tell me if you wanted to go to the office."

"I don't know either, Brother. Just told to accompany him to lunch."

"Lunch? In a moment, Neng, I want to check the Director's schedule first. Emm, today the director's agenda is only until one o'clock in the afternoon. Then, he asked me for a hotel reservation."

"Hotel reservation?" Now I'm the one who's shocked. But my mind can guess.

"Yes Neng. Say it's for special people. But I don't dare to ask which guest."

"I'm a little embarrassed about the story, Neng. This has to do with the bed. But, I need your opinion to handle it."

"Sister, who should not be told is the business of the bed in the sense of telling sensitive things, habits, or the disgrace of his partner. Misti can certainly sort out which ones can be told and which ones are not. If the bed business raises a problem and really needs a solution, Kak Listi can consult with experts. Like with an obstetrician."

"Neng, I don't want a pregnancy program. Just want to know the Islamic perspective on conjugal relations. Because, until this moment actually I'm still virgin, Neng."

"What?! Ja-so, Brother Listi and Mr Sabil haven't done it?!"

"Tried it out, but it hasn't worked. And I always reasoned that A Abil would never try again. I'm afraid Neng. After all, our marriage was just a trial marriage. If suddenly a Abil doesn't like me anymore, I can leave him in a still holy state. Despite the fact, I've already been touched."

"Oh my goodness, Sister Listi, why is your mind so narrow? I'm disappointed in you, brother."

"What?! Disappointed? Neng, 'don't even say that 'clean?"

"Sabile's father loved Misti very much. They did such a marriage because they wanted to give the opportunity to Brother to better recognize Mr. Sabil in a halal way. Kak .. to be honest, Mr. Sabil's family already knew that Brother was traumatized by my marriage. Sister Listi, listen to me. Please heal Brother's trauma by loving Mr. Sabil as Brother's husband."

"I would feel like the most guilty person in the world if my marriage to Mr. Zulfikar resulted in trauma for others. Even more trauma experienced by my own friend."

"Neng .. a-I--."

"Sister, now ask Brother's heart. Does Brother love Mr. Sabil? If so, treat Sabil as your husband. If not, why did you accept it when Mr. Sabil asked to get married? If you want an official wedding, you stay the same story, Mr. Sabil. Please don't mess with the wedding, brother."

"Dai - -."

"Sir, marriage is a religious order that has been regulated by the Islamic Shari'a with various wisdom in it. When couples do marriage, at the same time, they not only have the desire to carry out religious orders through marriage, but also have the desire to meet each other's needs of upbringing, compassion, and love, foster and biological needs that naturally must be channeled. And so is Brother and Mr. Sabil."

"Neng Dai, I just haven't been brave, and that doesn't mean I'm against it."

"I'm sure Big Brother isn't brave. But, I thought if Brother still had doubts about Sabil. Sorry if I'm wrong."

"Neng, as-actually .., a-I'm not yet confident. I'm not sure I like it yet. But, I don't want a Abil to leave me. And for some reason, I feel like if lately A Abil has turned cold. He was not as friendly as usual and told someone to keep an eye on me. I'm upset, Neng."

Wait, is sir Sabil taking advice from Mr. Zulfikar to pretend to be cold on Mr. Listi?

"Sir Listi, the teachings of Islam advocate for those who do not have a partner to marry as long as they have the physical and psychological ability to carry out the functions of marriage. Sister Listi and Mr. Sabil have qualified."

"If Mr. Sabil wants it, Sister Listi must fulfill it. Even more than that, sunnah worship should be suspended or not done if the desire to conduct conjugal relations is so urgent. Husbands and wives are not prevented from doing this relationship, anytime and anywhere, except during the day during Ramadan while fasting or certain times such as performing Hajj and Umrah, he said, or when the wife is menstruating and puerperal," I explained at length.

"I understand, Neng. But, how do I start? I'm ashamed."

"I'm sure Kak Listi keeps the taste in Mr. Sabil. Even if the feeling is still hidden, as time goes by, I believe Kak Listi can be a good wife for Mr. Sabil. In Big Brother's eyes, I see there's love for Mr. Sabil."

"Hmm, you know what, Neng."

"Yes know it."

Perhaps, this is a good time to persuade sister Listi. In fact, Mr. Zulfikar is often discredited by Mr. Sabil. Of course it talks about the attitude of Misti.

"Don't forget to bathe, wudu, and use fragrances when you want to do it" my god.

"Is it necessary that way, Neng?"

"That's why you make love in Islam, brother. The goal is of course to get success. Do not forget his prayers and intentions, then intend in the heart of Misti that Listi did it to please Mr. Sabil. Then do it casually and do not rush. Start with a friendly fondling and mutual pampering, hehehe." I can't help but laugh.

"Oh my goodness, Neng. You must be good," he said.

"Secret" I replied.

"Oiya, don't forget to brush your teeth, brother. There are also those who recommend circumcision before doing it."

"It should be, a Abil also knew about this matter."

"Sabil's father knows 'kok, Brother."

"Know that?" Sister Lyti was surprised.

"Pak Sabil never participated in the study of the marriage chapter. If not wrong, during the routine study of the Antasena family. Sister Listi," call me.

"Yes, Neng." Voice slowly. What is Misti thinking? What marriage made her uncomfortable.

"Is Sister Listi unhappy? Please tell me, brother. Who knew I could help Brother find a solution."

"I'm happy, Neng. Abil and his parents were very good. I regret my nature. I feel guilty for A Abil and his family."

"If Misti feels guilty, apologize quickly and fix it immediately. It is never too late to start a good. I know Kak Listi, Kak Listi is basically very kind and considerate. 'Well, now try to show Brother's kindness and concern to Mr. Sabil."

"Neng, I don't know how to treat my husband according to Islamic law."

"Learn Brother. I'm still learning, too. Studying or studying there is no limit. We can stop learning when we die. Because education is essentially lifelong. That is, while we are still opening our eyes, we must continue to learn."

"Thank you, Neng. It was yes. Assalamu'alaikuum."

"Wa'alaikumussalaam." Call ended.

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Iptu Sabil Sabilungan

"Assalamu'alakuum. A Abil, I'm sorry. I've realized my mistake. God willing, I will fix it. Today, I want to stay at Aa's house. I promise I won't be spoiled anymore. I am also willing to stay in A Abil's house or in an apartment. I will obey no matter what A Abil commands as long as it does not contradict our religious rules."

"Actually, I'm a little embarrassed to say it. If A Abil pleases, I want us to try again. This time, let's do it until it works. I promise I won't cry and grab A Abil again."

"Haha."

Spontane laughed because he was happy after reading the message.

"Sir Abil?"

My seniors and juniors were shocked. They looked at me in astonishment.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm too happy."

Oh my goodness, so go home soon. Looks like, Listi has got a message from Bu Daini. My attitude that pretended to be cold had an effect on him.

"For his happy dong Pak" said my junior.

"Hahaha, this can't be shared. Please pray for my mission to succeed."

They looked at each other, and I closed my eyes with a smile. Nothing yet, my wishful thinking has already drifted through the clouds.

Wait for me ayang. In a moment, we will fly to heaven.

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