Forced to Share a Bed
Sweet Honey

*Laksm***i*

Usually mas Zul always raised my call even though he was driving. But not with this afternoon. I'm sure when I called, she wasn't holding her phone. Usually, I call back.

But today he didn't call again. Why yes?

My mind is really not calm. To the extent that tutoring hours I cut one hour from the hours of the previous contract. I reasoned there was a sudden interest. I want to go home because I want to calm down.

.

When I got home, I went straight to my room. The aroma of mas Zul is felt in this room. I miss him so much. I reached for the phone repeatedly, hoping that Zul would call or text. But nil. I saw that the wall clock had shown at four in the afternoon, even if he went to the project, I believe at this hour Zul should have checked in.

Right, instead of me continuing to wait for him to call, I better call him. I can't be proud, I always call her first. I often ignore shame in order to get love from mas Zul.

"The number you are heading to is out of range, please wait a while longer."

"What?!"

I was surprised, the number was off. Worries struck. I repeated the call and the answer remained the same. I tried to send him a message, sure enough, just tick one.

Panic, if it's about my husband. I always panic. My mind stinks everywhere, afraid Zul why. But, so far I never thought of Zul cheating. Because, his first love mas Zul had deceived him. The woman did not know that the man was even still in prison because mas Zul reported him to the police.

Yes, the woman dared to embezzle company money by manipulating my husband's signature. The incident occurred when Zul was assigned by his father-in-law to be the project foreman. The company papa-in-law lost two billion because of the woman.

I called Tania, Mas Zul's secretary. I have to be careful with this secretary. After all, while in the company, this woman was always next to my husband. Must be firm and fierce when talking to Tania. I have to show my fangs as Antesena's mistress.

"Yes, Mom. Can I help you?"

I immediately thought, what am I going to say? I mean, let him not suspect that I'm looking for my husband.

"Tania, you please send a proposal for a residential project in Bandung, yes" I said.

"Emm, sorry ma'am, sent in what form? File or hard copy?" tanyakanya.

Well, how's this?

Seriously, I was confused about stringing words to ask 'is Zul asking him today to do something related to the project in Bandung?'

"Emm, just file it, send it to e m a i l pak Zul, yes," I said.

"Good, Mom."

I immediately ended the call. If Tania ever sent that file to Zul mas, she would have said 'I've sent it, ma'am.' But, he said 'well, Mom.' That is, mas Zul never asked Tania to send the file.

I pondered, puzzled to ask who to investigate the whereabouts of mas Zul.

As much as possible the people around me and around Mas Zul should not know that today I am looking for information about my husband. If anyone knew, they would definitely think my relationship and Zul mas less harmonious.

No, that can't happen. Everyone must be sure that I and Zul mas are a harmonious couple whose household is very harmonious and happy. I went back to the idea, I had to have someone I could make a caretaker and help me deal with this matter.

Paklik Aryo's.

Right, there's a Mr. Aryo who can help me. My papa and Paklik Aryo's relationship is very good. Paklik even said that he already considers me as his son.

The post office is also above Mas Zul. Paklik is the Executive Director. He has more power and authority than Zul.

"Hallo, Goddess. Gumbenan weekend phone Paklik, hahaha. What's up?" I have to make small talk first. Can't go to the point.

"Kangenlah same Paklik, can't ya if I call Paklik?"

"Hahaha, can dong Wi. Paklik surprised, you do not usually call at this hour. If the couple is young, on the weekend usually will travel. Oiya, where's Zul? Paklik wants to talk. Paklik wanted a phone call, uh not even active."

Deg, Paklik's words make me wail. I held my chest. I think it was Paklik who had Mas Zul control the project in Bandung. If it wasn't Paklik who ordered it, then who? The initiative?

"Wi, hello?"

"Oh, hahaha. I'm sorry, Mas Zulen again went to the bathroom. HP is on Charg. I intentionally killed HP-ny mas Zul." I lie.

"Oh, that's okay, next time. Oiya Wi, haha. How was your first night, Zul's performance different?"

Paklik even asked that. Something that shouldn't be talked about.

"Em, I tell virgin and Paklik virgin, that's it, stiff. Hehehe," I said.

"I? You certain? Paklik knows you must be lying. Hahaha, sorry Wi if you're tired. You see Paklik deliberately put strong drugs and evocative drugs in your husband's drink. Hahaha, I mean Paklik let you tempest on your first night. Sorry, yes" he said.

I knit my eyebrows. What Paklik means? I don't understand at all.

"Hahaha," I pretended to laugh.

"Paklik jahil ya," I deliberately serve Paklik to reduce this sense of misunderstanding.

"But you like it, right? If you are addicted, the medicine is still in Paklik. Take it easy, this medicine is a doctor's prescription, really. The effect was only half drunk, but the result was wow," he said.

"Emm, next time Yes Paklik. Yes, yes," I said.

I'm flustered. Rather than getting confused, I chose to say goodbye and end the call.

I'm thinking hard. I'm replaying the memory of our first night. As I recall, Zul looks exhausted. That night, it was me who was aggressive, not him. Mas Zul was in such a hurry, even to the point of forgetting the warm-up scene.

Wait, if Mas Zul takes the drug, then I come late, it means .. when the drug works Zul mas alone. Hmm, he deserves to look exhausted. Perhaps, before I came or when the medicine affected his body, Mas Zul did it alone.

I smiled to myself, I felt sorry for Zul. But suddenly ....

I remember that sound of coughing. Yes, it could have been just my feeling, but at that moment I was conscious, the voice was clearly heard in the room. No, I don't feel bad about my husband, but I have to prove it.

I get up and get ready. I have to prove that the cough is really the voice of the genie. Not the human voice.

"Radiiite!" my yelling.

"Yes, Mom." My driver who was relaxing immediately moved.

"Where are you going?" Inar who was mopping up in astonishment.

"Nar, I'm out first, Radit, come on!" take me.

"Where am I going, Mom?" ask Radit.

"To the hotel" I said.

"The hotel? Which hotel, Mom?" ask again.

I didn't answer, I was thinking, is what I'm doing right? Yeah, I was right. From the beginning, I was the beggar of love. I am the poor woman who always expects love from my own husband.

I thought, after getting married and enjoying her perfect body, I would be satisfied, but I was wrong. Being able to sleep with him turned out to not be able to make me satisfied and sure one hundred percent if he already loves me.

Mas Zulc ....

Not felt, these tears are broken. Radit glanced at me, but he didn't say anything. I won't let any woman take Zul's mas out of my hands. Mas Zul is my husband. He's mine, forever.

...***...

Zulfikar Saga Antasena

I lay my body on this foreign bed. Staring at the ceiling of this room with a feeling of anxiety. I never thought I'd be stuck in a love life this complicated. There are two women by my side. There are two families hanging their hopes on my shoulders.

This kind of guy like me? What evil am I? I'm confused myself. Will I have Hanin and the Goddess in the future? I don't want to hurt Hanin and Dewi's feelings. I want everything to be okay. But, what about my feelings?

I also want to be happy and calm. And in this simple foreign room, I somehow felt at ease. All the things in this house make me introspective if this life is just a temporary joke.

Hanin came from a wealthy family. If the remaining inheritance of a child alone reaches four hectares, it means that his grandfather Hanin is very wealthy. Before the show, I had a short chat with my father.

He said he was the third of eleven children. Justjust wonderful. But his father Hanin chose a simple life and gave his fortune. My heart warmed when I talked to him. My dad and I met for the first time.

I glanced at the bathroom door, earlier ... Hanin went in there and brought her clothes. He said he wanted to clean and change his wedding dress with regular clothes. I smile. She's very manglingi, very pretty. I got up and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Hanin, why so long?" my many.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened, I was shocked. Hanin came out and was still wearing her bridal suit.

"Not replaced?" my many.

"Where's the key?" Even asked for a key.

"For what?" I would love to meet her, but she always turns away.

"I want to ask ummi for help, the clothes are difficult to remove," he complained while looking down.

"Hanin, why ask Ummi for help? There's me, let me help," I'm holding her shoulder. This unique wedding dress zipper is in the back. It's natural that he's in trouble.

"No need" he refused, shaking off my hand perched on his shoulder.

"I won't give you the key" I said. Folding my hands and leaning my body against the door.

"You think I don't know what if the key's in my pocket?"

With a quick movement and a slight tremble, he stuffed his hand into my suit. I grinned, the key wasn't there. Because, I've moved it into the pocket of the front pants.

"Where's the key?!" His face was getting irritated, pouting and of course getting funny.

"There's in my pants pocket, just take it," I said.

He dared not huh?

It seems not brave. Sitting on the side of the bed, looking down and crying again. I feel guilty.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to play you, this is the key. But, please think again, what is it just to undress you have to ask for help ummi? Does that not sound like an exaggeration?" I said. Hanin was still silent.

"I opened it, will I?" I sat down next to him and slowly grabbed his shoulder back.

"Well, Mr. Zulfikar can help. T-but must close the eyes, just touch the zipper, continue to immediately pull," he said.

"Emm, o-okay," I held back a smile.

"Hurry up!" said.

He turned his back, then lifted a little bit the tip of his hijab. Jedug, his smooth neck looks cursory. My heart cannot be controlled.

"Quick, Mr. Zulfikar!" This time his voice grew louder.

"Well," I'm clumsy. I approached, my breathing began to disorganize.

The tip of my finger is already at the end of the zipper. I started to pull slowly. I pretended to close my eyes. In fact, I could clearly see her delicate skin, then faintly I saw the slightly brownish fine hair that was growing beautifully adorning her spine.

Without me realizing it, this body moved slowly until my face was getting closer to his pocket. I smell his nape. Hanin apparently didn't realize what I was doing.

My eyes were closed, my soul was entangled by a sense that I myself could not yet understand. Really, this self is so shameless. I gently kissed Hanin's back. Clearly, Hanin was surprised. He turned his body and spontaneously rebuffed.

'PLAQUE.'

So tight. Hanin closed her mouth and cried. He shuffled to the end of the bed. He must hate me so much. I rubbed my cheek.

"I'm sorry" is the only word I can say. I got close, I knew I was wrong.

"To-please don't be like this, huuu."

"Hanin, sorry ...." I bow before him.

"Now be honest with me, sir. What is your motive for doing that? Do you just want to mess around? Is it because you feel you have me? Isn't this marriage just a marriage? Aren't you going to divorce me after this? Please answer truthfully," he urged.

"Hanin, I-I was just carried away feeling, your back was pretty, and even if I kissed her, it wasn't a sin, was it?" I said.

"Sir Zulfikar! Before it's too late, I think it'll be better if we end it right now. I don't want a lot of hearts hurt by this marriage, huuks." Hanin's voice sounded hoarse. Seeing her like that, I wanted to hug her.

"I can't Hanin. You have left me, as you said, I will learn to love you."

"Pak .. then what about the Goddess ma'am? Please think of the feelings of the Goddess. I don't want to be the third person and ruin your household. Please, I want a divorce," she said.

A divorce?

That word made my chest tight. I was not willing and angry that Hanin dared to say it. I approached, I firmly clenched his hand.

"Hanine! Don't ever say that again! Remember, I won't divorce you!" my yelling. I then hold her chin, I want her to look at me.

"Look at me, Hanin! Lookatme!"

"No, Sir. I'm not worth seeing you!" He turned his face away while closing his eyes.

"Hanin, listen carefully!" I put my forehead together with his forehead. Our noses are almost touching.

"I repeat once again, I will not divorce you!"

"But, Sir. I-I don't want to be honeyed and blended. Please understand my feelings, and also the feelings of the Goddess Mother. Don't be selfish, sir."

"Hanin, you said I should understand your feelings as well as the Goddess? Then who will understand my feelings, Hanin? Do you think being in my position isn't difficult, huh? Hanin, if I divorce you, then I'll hurt your brother and ummi you a second time."

"I don't want them to think I'm an irresponsible man. For the matter of the Goddess, you don't think I didn't think about it. I'll be honest with the Goddess, but I need time." I let go of Hanin's hand. I lifted my forehead from his forehead.

Along with that, Hanin looked at me. We met for the first time as a couple. Heart's pounding. I turned my face away, I couldn't look into those beautiful eyes for too long.

Then Hanin lowered her head, took my hand, and said ....

"Sir Zulfikar, I'm sorry. I also do not want to make abah and ummi sad. I'm fully aware if now I'm your wife. But ...."

"But what, Hanin?" I returned his hand.

"But what if one day I want something more?"

"You mean?"

"W-what if someday I-I want to have you?"

Deg, I'm wide-eyed, I swallowed the saliva with great difficulty.

"Then from that, please treat me as usual. Let's go back to the initial agreement. I want to get married because I want a widow's title. If indeed you can't give it now for reasons of keeping the feeling ummi and abah, okay I understand." He took his hand off from holding my hand.

"I'll wait until you're ready to divorce me."

"Hanin, what if I'm never ready?"

"You must be ready, sir."

"Why? Why should?" my insistence.

"You just ask Miss Dewi, is she willing to share my bed with me?"

"If the Goddess says ready, how?"

"Then you should ask me?"

"I-you mean?"

"You have to ask me if I'm ready to share the bed or not" he said.

"When you and the Goddess make a decision, then what about me, Hanin? What if your decision doesn't go my way?" my many.

"Sir Zulfikar, not everything we want will go smoothly. But you have to be sure that in every problem, God will surely lower the way out."

"Hanin, so let's find a way out together." I took her hand and put it on my chest.

"Hanin, will you help me?" This time, he did not pull over again. I happy.

"W-what should I do?" he glanced at me, then looked down again.

"Please be patient to face this matter with me, will you?" Slowly he nodded.

"Please be someone who can understand how I feel, will you?" He nodded again.

"Ha-Hanin, as a matter of fact --."

'Tok tock.'

"Assalamu'alaikuum." Ceu Jani's Voice.

"The food is ready, Tea. Waiting in the dining room yes" said Ceu Jani.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam, yes Ceu, a-I'm coming" said Hanin, nervously.

He spontaneously stood up and probably forgot that his wedding dress had not been removed. I also didn't realize that I accidentally occupied the end of her wedding dress.

Bruk, Hanin tripped and fell right into my lap. I automatically hugged his body. Hanin's sagging dress, showing the collarbone following the area around her. My eyes focused there, not even blinking.

Hanin's hunting breath, made the passage up and down beautifully.

Ohh, I can't stand it. Can I grab it?

Brain spaneng. Spaneng is Javanese. If the Dutch language is spanning. The same thing, which is the expression of tension. My body's tight.

"P-Pak Zul, le-le-piscan! Emm-I mean let go!" If you are nervous, Hanin's tongue can be wrong too.

"Maif, I mean sorry," I said. It was deliberately blamed so that Hanin was not embarrassed. Hanin's cheeks blushed. I made him wake up. He closed the open with his hand.

"Hanin, it does not need to be covered. Emm, look at it, I'm out first, you get changed, okay?" He nodded, his cheeks still blushing.

"Sir, wait," he said.

"Yes?" I'm turning.

"Mother is better to change clothes first."

"Oiya yes. You're correct. My clothes are in the guest room." I opened the room.

"Sir, wait." What's up, anyway? Does he want anything? I turned back.

"That's your bag, right?" He pointed to the bag above the closet.

"Yes, right. How's it in your room?"

"I-I don't know either" he said.

"Okay, I want to change clothes too. Relax, I'll replace it in the bathroom," I picked up the bag.

"I'm the only one in the bathroom, sir. You're here."

"Okay" I replied.

Hanin rushed to the room. Duh, his back is. I pulled the zipper earlier. So, yeah that's how it is. I just blinked when that beautiful back disappeared behind the door.

I took off my clothes to change. While wearing a shirt, Hanin came out and immediately screamed. I greeted him with a smile.

"Aaaa," he yelled. Running out of the room.

Why yes?

My mind was astonished, and when I was mirrored, I realized that I had not worn my pants. Then, Hanin accidentally saw a bird's nest.

"Hahaha," I laughed to myself. This happy feeling I never felt when I was with the Goddess.

Salah Hanin himself did not give a cue, it should be when he wanted to leave the room, he asked first. I smiled, then walked confidently towards the dining room. Hanin was beautiful since childhood, I saw one by one an old album attached to the wall.

The sweet honey.

My mind says that when I look at her childhood photos. He smiled while holding a red and white flag.

...~Tbc~...