Forced to Share a Bed
A Special Day in a Special Place

Three Months Later

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Bang Radit

We have completed our entire series of small hajj services. Ihram, thawaf, umrah, sa'i, and tahallul. These are our last days in the holy land.

Right now, we are resting after almost a day of running some activities such as visiting the Hira's cave, going to Jabal Nur, to the Prophet's house, and other historical places.

Me and the Goddess had been bathing and eating dinner, she was leaning on my chest while staring at it. To the Kaaba area and its surroundings.

Really, this is the best sight of my entire life. The lights, the atmosphere, and most importantly the Kaaba, are absolutely stunning.

Activities around the Kaaba remain crowded. Never escape from worshipers who are doing worship. Activity around the Kaaba only stopped when the Covid-19 pandemic was brewing around the world.

We stayed at the hotel with the closest access to the Kaaba. In fact, the hotel lobby that we occupy seems to blend with the Haram area.

"God, beautiful yes, Bang. I feel like I want to move to Mecca," muttered the Goddess.

"Yes, it's beautiful. The Kaaba is a place that all Muslims around the world want to visit" I said, hugging her tightly. Occasionally kissing the top of his head that gives off fragrance.

Currently, the Holy Land was being hit by the cold air due to snowfall in several places. Me and Dewi got the flu from the cold.

Bu Daini said, snowing in Arab lands is a sign of the end of time. Some mountains in Saudi Arabia, some even overgrown with grass due to high rainfall. If you remember the phrase "The end of time" my hair is always goosebumps.

"I'm serious about moving here, Bang."

"Bring Anulika?" my many.

Anulika is our little princess. Her full name is Anulika Diatmika Surawijaya.

"If Anulika wants to be invited," she replied while embracing my shoulder and looking at me with a spoiled look.

"Issh, you're so beautiful."

Stared at by the Goddess, I became salting. Because the charm was so tempting, after closing the curtain, I immediately hugged her and took her to bed. The goddess smiled as she deliberately stroked my chest.

"Said Daini, Dajjal can not enter Makkah and Madinah, so I want to move to Makkah," he explained when his body was shed.

I didn't pay much attention to what he said, currently kissing his neck. While my hands are busy creeping and opening the glasses of his clothes.

"Emh ..., can you make love again when Umrah?" tanyakanya.

"Wi, a person is only prohibited from having an in-team relationship with his partner if he is in a state of ihram. Both ihram during Umrah and ihram during Hajj. As for after berahallul of umroh or hajj, then it is possible to have sex again. As long as you do it with your own wife" I explained.

Fortunately, I asked about it to Ms. Daini. We should have umrah together, but because Daini was three months pregnant, Zulfikar canceled the departure due to fear that Daini was exhausted and endangered her womb.

"Uhh .., Bang Radit ...."

My wife started pounding, what I did made her cheeks turn red.

Oiya, Anulika was not invited. We were just the umrah. Because ASI Dewi does not come out, Anulika only drinks ASI from bu Daini and formula milk.

Dewi was very bad to find her ASI could not come out. He often cries and shuts himself up because of it. Already tried to make medical and non-medical efforts to make ASI out, but always failed.

The days of the Goddess found the reality to be very heavy. He often doesn't sleep all night. Crying and crying. Fortunately, there was another angel helping Anulika.

Yes, that angel is Daini's mom. Bu Daini willingly split his ASI on Anulika and take drugs and milk milk transmitters ASI. Because Ms. Daini is pregnant and also had to breastfeed Raja and Gorgeous, doctors recommend that Anulika be given formula milk. Currently, Anulika we leave at the home of Zulfikar sir.

"You're so pretty, really."

I adore him, I enjoy his body. The goddess hugged me tightly while moaning. His body was conveying its excesses. It's exquisite.

For me, it was the most beautiful night, and for some reason, I felt that his body was so delicious and ensnared me. The taste of the pleasure is many times, more delicious than usual to make me crazy and almost lost control.

"Bang Radit .., it's a yes." He asked me to finish it.

"Ba-good. Sorry my wife. That's because you're so beautiful and sexy. I even saw if your body shone and i-it was very beautiful" I whispered as I sipped her earlobes.

"Shining? Y-you better know, Bang." He pinched my back.

"Seriously, in a moment, yes, five minutes," I asked as I positioned his body in the position he liked so much. This is also my favorite position. The goddess nodded with a smile.

Ouhh ....

Her smile is so sweet. Her wet and red lips made my desire even more passionate. I took it deep. Then the cry and the cry came back. In the end, we groaned, whimpered, and collapsed together.

...⚘️⚘️⚘️...

Time passes so fast. I hugged his sweaty body.

"Do I need to shut down the AC? Your sweat is cold, Wi." I rubbed the sweat running down his innocent back.

"No need Bang, I feel normal, 'cock." He turned his body, then kissed my chest.

"Don't tease dong, Wi. If I suddenly want to go again, what? You want responsibility?" godaku's.

"Hehehe, uh you're 'uh huh. Don't 'lah. I'm tired of knowing, later if you can't make love with me again how?"

"Yes, it can be. We're husband and wife." I medekapnya.

"Bang Radit."

"Hhhh."

"Before dawn, I want another thawaf, Bang."

"Byeah, you want another thawaf too. Then we'll take a bath with warm water huh."

"I'd like to use cold water, ah."

"Can." Seriously, the Goddess is beautiful. I kept looking at his face and was fascinated.

"Kata Daini, doing thawaf many times the law is sunnah, and multiplying thawaf is more important when compared to multiplying other worship while in the holy land," he explained.

"Okay, we're together."

"Bang, I miss Anulika, is it okay if we are VC Anulika again?"

"May, but not now."

I saw Makkah time clock showing at 22:40. That means, in Indonesia today is 02.40 for western Indonesia, including Jakarta.

"Bu Daini and Anulika must be sleeping."

"Emm, okay."

He then took his HP and opened the files containing thousands of photos of Anulika.

"More like Daini huh? Hihihi," he chuckled.

"There are even dimples on her cheeks like Daini's, '" I said.

"Yes Bang. What looks like me is just the shape of his fingers and nails. Anulika's toes and nails are the same as mine. If Daini said fingernails jengkol. Got Daini's peuteuy nails. Hehe."

Back chuckles. I focused on his face that was shining due to the reflection of the HP screen.

"Peuteuy is a petai, right? Well, jengkol and petai are my favorite foods."

"Bang Radit likes petai and jengkol?" He's surprised.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Lho's? Feeling, I never saw Bang Radit eating petai or jengkol. Though 'kan Inar often cook jengkol stew and sambal petai."

"When I married you, I never ate it again."

"Why, Bang?"

"You don't like jengkol and petai. I'm afraid you're smelly and I can't smell you."

"Oh, my goodness. If you want to eat, just bang. I don't mind 'kok. In the future, you can eat petai and jengkol. I won't be bothered 'kok."

"Alright, go home umrah I will ask Inar to cook jengkol stew. Hoaam, I'm sleeping Wi. Sleep yuk," take me.

"I still want to take a look at Anulika's photos."

"Yes, I'm sleeping." I kissed her lips and forehead, then started to close my eyes.

...⚘️⚘️⚘️...

My heart always beats when I step on my feet to get closer to it. The Ka'bah.

The goddess walked in front of me. He uses a white robe, wears a veil and looks so graceful.

"Kata Daini, the reward for prayer in Masjid Al Haram is better than one hundred thousand prayers in other mosques" he said.

His eyes looked straight there. From the corner of his narrowed eyes, I was sure that he was smiling.

"God, what a great priority. This is what makes many Muslims very dream and hope to visit Al Haram Mosque by performing Hajj or umrah," he said.

The current condition is quite crowded. Just like me and Dewi, most Umrah pilgrims from all over the world have been in the Al Haram Mosque before dawn. In fact, there may be those who do not return to the hotel or inn because they want to take advantage of this moment to increase worship.

"I want to pray there, Bang. Lookie! It's quiet there." The goddess ran quickly towards Raudhah.

"Said Daini, Raudhah is a glorious and special place. Because this is where about 1400 years ago, His Majesty [Rasulallah SAW] worship, pray, receive revelation, preach and also the place of prayer of friends," he explained again in a state of still running.

I chased him out of fear that he would be intercepted by an askari or Indonesians used to call him a soldier.

Soldiers are usually seen standing guard near places of worship, especially around the Kaaba, Raudhah, and Al Haram Mosque.

I did not expect, the soldiers guarding Raudhah instead signaled to the Goddess to enter immediately, and when I was about to catch up, the soldier forbade me.

"Anta la tadkhul" he said. Which means 'You're forbidden to enter.

"Huwa zawji, nahnu min andunisya (He is my husband, we are from Indonesia)," explained Dewi. I'm dumbfounded. I didn't know that the Goddess spoke Arabic.

"Tafadhol (please)" said the soldier.

Soldiers let me in. I was happy, and my feet trembled upon entering it. Not all pilgrims can be here. Alhamdulillahot. I'm so grateful. I immediately prayed beside the Goddess. The goddess prayed first.

"O Rabbi, forgive this despicable servant, I know You are Forgiving. Rabbi, please protect and bless all those whom I love and love. They are my mother, my daughter Anulika, my husband Radithya Wira, Daini, mas Zulfikar, King, Beautiful, papa Aksa, mama Yuze, ummi, brother, Son, Listi and his fathers, sir Sabil, mr. Komjen and his wife, Inar, Juju, Ipi, Agus, Budi, and all the people I've hurt and can't name one by one. Huux. I also ask that You forgive my papi."

The goddess prayed and cried tears. I could hear her prayers for being near her. My chest's tight. I don't know why, I want to cry.

"Aamiin," I said slowly. Accompanying prayer.

"Lastu lil firdausi ahlaa. Wa’ala Aqwa 'alannaril jahiimi Fahabli taubatan waghfir dzunubi. Fainnaka ghafirudzdzad 'adzimi."

The goddess chanted the verse with a trembling voice. I could no longer hold back my crying. My water hatched soaking through Raudhah's floor.

"I know I don't deserve to be in your heaven. But I have no power to enter into Your Hell, O Rabbi. Now .., I-I come to expect mercy from You. To whom else do I ask other than You, huuu ...," he continued. Her crying sounded heartbreaking.

"Give me repentance and forgive my sins. Verily .., Thou art Oft-Forgiving of great sins."

"Aamin," back to the line.

"O Rabbi, my sin is like the number of sand in the earth, so grant me repentance, my Lord, who has all the glory. My age is decreasing every day, and my sin is increasing, how do I bear it? Huks, huks."

"Yes Rabbi, Your servant this sinner has come to You confessing all sins, and has pleaded with You. Only you have the right to forgive. If You refuse, to whom do I wish but to You. Huks."

"Aamiin," I said.

It was barely heard because my heart was so heartbroken. Yes, I also remember all my sins.

Next, I don't know what he said. The Goddess prayed while prostrating. Shoulders twitching. I'm sure she's crying.

I pray for forgiveness and for the good of me and for those I love.

...⚘️⚘️⚘️...

From Raudhah, me and Dewi continued to do thawaf.

Dewi pulled my hand towards Hajar Al Aswad. His hands were cold, probably due to the cold weather. While in Makkah, me and Dewi were guided by the Hanbali School, it meant that we did not abort even when our hands touched.

As I kissed Hajar Aswad and took a paw, I heard a commotion. One of them speaks Indonesian.

"Revelation! That's someone fainted! Quickly call the soldiers!" yells.

I spontaneously turned my head and only realized that my hand was no longer holding the hand of the Goddess.

"Goddess, Goddess," call me.

"This is a Jama'ah from Indonesia. Anyone know the congregation in the name of Dewi Laksmi bint Surawijaya?" scream someone.

At that instant, I immediately turned over the crowd of worshippers to head there. Running without seeing the footing.

"I'm her husband!" my yelling.

Then other soldiers and worshippers gave way to me. I saw my wife being examined by the medical team.

"Goddess!"

I approached and was about to pull his body into my lap. But the medical team banned me.

"His patient had a respiratory arrest and cardiac arrest. We're gonna do CPR." That's what one of the medical teams said in English.

"W-what?! Stop heart?"

My feet went limp for a moment. My body immediately rested on the floor while staring at his body which is currently being carried by CPR by the medical team.

"Ti-no .... Rabbi, please save my wife."

"Propay sir."

"Do patients have a history of heart disease?"

"What before here complained of pain?"

The pilgrims around me who are also from Indonesia wondered. But I can't say anything. I can only shake my head and cry.

Dewi was then stretchered and moved to the right side of the Grand Mosque while continuing to be in-CPR. I limp in some people and immediately follow the medical team. They then put up a sampiran to perform follow-up actions on the Goddess. I'm the only one allowed in.

"De-Goddess, so-sober dear ..," I said.

I just called him darling. This time it was a word and spontaneity.

All the medical teams behind the sampiran are women. They then took off the Goddess's clothes and put a heart recording device on her body. My heart was pounding, and my vision was blurred.

Why that? Because, the monitor on the heart record does not show any response.

"That-can't be! Lakukun RJP again, Doc!" I shouted as a doctor lit my wife's eyeball.

"Innalillahiwainnailaihirojihun," the doctor muttered and disahuti colleagues.

"What?! It can't be!" I approached and woke him up.

"Goddess! Wake baby! Wake up! The goddess! Huawey ...."

I shook his body. But his whole body has fallen. I put an ear on his chest, there was no sound. I cupped her pretty face and screamed like crazy.

"Dewiiii!" my yelling.

Then my Umrah guide came and asked the chronological events to the soldiers, and some worshippers.

"City, huuu. Sa-honey ...."

I hugged her body and cried.

"I will contact his family soon" said one Umrah guide who appeared panicked and paled. Then I heard the cries of other mourners.

"Sa-honey ...."

I kissed her lips that looked smiling. Then kissed his closed eyes quietly. He died in a special situation. On Friday, in the presence of the Kaaba, and in a state of worship.

"De-Goddess, I-I'm sorry because I just called you 'honey' today. The day you left."

I also regretted not being next to him when he passed out. The regret rained down and stabbed me in the chest. Sakiiit.

"Innalillahiwainnaihirojirojiun." I rubbed his face. Then he hugged his body again.

Then recollect our conversation when entering the area of Al Haram Mosque.

"Bang, I want to stay in Makkah."

"Will the visa be extended?"

"It's not like it's extended, not a problem, Bang. I want to linger here. In his land the Prophets and the Martyrs. If you can, forever. Hehe."

Ending his cheerful laughter. Then he took my hand and walked while jumping around like a child. I also followed the way until we both arrived at the hills of Shafa and Marwah which is about 100 meters from the Kaaba.

In front of the hills of Shafa and Marwah, he said, "I want to be the angel of his paradise Radithya Wira." I smiled and guaranteed it.

"Yes Rabb, I testify that this woman is a good woman, she is my wife. He deserves all the privileges of You. If You are pleased, please unite and rediscover us in Your heaven. Aamiin," I see.

His body was taken away by officers. Then hundreds of Umrah pilgrims from various countries participated in accompanying the body.

"Pak Zulfikar, Silfa ma'am and nuclear family will be flying here soon" explained the Umrah driver.

I nodded weakly. My legs are boneless, my soul and body weathered and fragile like a small branch blown by a great storm. I staggered, the Umrah driver kept calm and held onto my shoulder.

Rabbi, if it may be selfish, I also want to go with him and meet You in this special situation.

"Hulu."

...⚘️⚘️⚘️...

...~Tbc~...

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Nyai's eyes are swollen. This was the most heartbreaking staking moment.

Hopefully, all his readers get the opportunity to Hajj or umrah, and wherever it is, may we return to Him in a state of husnul khotimah. Aamiins. 😇😇😇😇

RIP bu Goddess 😭😭😭

Your departure makes us envious.