Forced to Share a Bed
Tidings

Jakarta, Indonesia

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Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

"Why are you, honey, hmm?"

From the morning until now, Anulika was fussy. Although I did not have a fever, I called the doctor because I was worried about his condition.

"From the results of the examination, his general condition and vital signs are normal, ma'am," explained the doctor.

"Okay, thank you doctor." After examining Anulika, the doctor said goodbye to go home.

"It's the same as me, Neng. Neng Daini pity, where else is pregnant." Bu Juju looks worried. Keep stalking me.

"It's okay, Mom. Just let me. As long as I am still strong and no longer nauseous, I am carrying Anulika yes. Mother and Ipi take care of the King and be beautiful."

"King and pretty henchmen, Neng. Now play in the back garden with Ipi and Budi sir."

"Thank God they took mah, ma'am. Sshh, Anulika what do you want? Mimi again, yes. Yeah, we're going to the room again yuk!" I wiped his sweat-filled forehead as he continued to cry.

"Try the fat Mom, Neng. Here, let mimi formula milk only. From earlier also Neng Daini had been breastfed, right? Now you want formula milk." Bu Juju took Anulika from my lap. Then give formula milk. As a result, Anulika's cry grew even louder.

"Mom, it's the same with me again."

Go back and take Anulika to the room. Bu Juju sighed. If I go to the room, Ms. Juju definitely doesn't dare to stalk me anymore.

In the room, I immediately set the AC temperature to be adjusted to the recommended temperature for three-month-old babies.

"Wait a minute baby, Mama Dai get ready first."

I opened my gown and replaced it with clothes of pride of senusantara mothers. Master. Deliberately the cleavage on his chest was low to ease me. I also opened my headscarf.

Then my hair was ponytailed. My hair is long, and I want it 'clean cut. But someone said, "Your hair is my hair too, so if you want to cut your hair, it's my permission." Who else said it wasn't possessive man Zulfikar Saga Antasena.

Yeah, she's getting possessive now, what else after finding out I'm pregnant. But, this pregnancy was different, I was often tired and nauseous. When pregnant with King and Beautiful, I actually feel better.

"Anulika son of sholehah, Anulika a good child, Anulika a smart child," I said when giving her ASI. She enjoyed looking at me, no longer crying, but the tears in the corner of her eyes still dripped.

"Prophey, soon mommy and daddy Anulika want to go home 'kok. Don't be sad anymore, okay? Oiya, there is papa Zul. Papa Zul is Anulika's father. Mama Daini is also Anulika's mother" I explained as I stroked her dimple. Seriously, when I saw his face, I seemed to have known him for a long time. Is that because Anulika looks like me?

"Do you think I look like Anulika?"

Always unsure because in my opinion, Anulika is more beautiful and adorable. After being given mimi, he no longer cried. But, Anulika does not want to get out of my lap. He wanted to be on the bench while surrounding the room.

"Mama Dai is a little tired darling, Anulika is booby." I spread it slowly. Uh, just got his head stuck, he's crying again.

"Alright, Mama Dai is carrying again huh. Let's not sore, Mama want to take the cloth first." I ran to get a cloth. Rather than using a modern sling. I prefer to wear traditional long cloths.

"Well, this is better."

I went back around the room. Then my phone lit up. Hmm, must be the possessive sir calling. It turns out my guess is right. Not calling, it's VC.

"Assalamu'alaikuum," he said.

When the camera is on, he immediately tidied his hair and spread the charm. In fact, what he wants to tease is a young mother aged 25 years, two children, pregnant again the third child and currently only using negligee.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Dad. Anulika, look son. there's Papa." I turned the screen on Anulika. Anulika had no response whatsoever. His name is also a baby.

"You're the big one? Why not Ipi or Bu Juju? Hanin, you're pregnant young darling." Tuh, right. He was always worried about me.

"Know it will be the same I continue, Mas. It's nothing, 'kok."

"You sure it's okay? Vomiting again today?"

"Not Mas. Just vomited once."

"Wait, why are you wearing that negligee? Too sexy to know, baby. Replace," asked.

"Sexy?" I thought about saying sexy.

"Your hair is not tied up so dear."

"Lha, why is it Mas?"

"Your neck and shoulders are clearly visible. I want to go home, baby. Are you deliberately trying to tease me?" the accusation.

"W-what?! Hey, don't fuckin' ya."

"And why is his negligent hemisphere down once? I'm serious, honey? I'm going home, right? Hehe."

"W-what? My mother!" My eyes are round.

"Seriously. After all, today there is no important agenda. Wait for me to be beautiful." Blinking his eyes.

"Issh, flirt," my lead.

"Hahaha, it's like a baby carrier. You're pregnant, I'm cravings. Want to eat you continue," he said.

Geez, I can't help but laugh. Is there anyone who wants to make love while his wife is pregnant?

Suddenly, Anulika cried again. The cry was like pain. Mr. Zulfikar was spontaneously startled. The smile on his lips instantly disappeared.

"Darling, Anulika why?!"

"M-Mas, I-I don't know either."

"Can we?! Is he uncomfortable carrying you?!" His tone was firm and loud, causing me to panic.

"Ma-sorry." I hugged Anulika and put the phone on the bed. But Anulika's cries did not subside.

"I told you not to carry Anulika!" Mr. Zulfikar doesn't trust me to take care of him.

"Sorry, actually --."

"I'll be home soon," he said.

He ended the call. Though, I was just about to explain that Anulika has been fussy since this morning. Right after Mr. Zulfikar went to work.

"I'm sorry Mama Dai ya Anulika. Mama Dai can't take good care of you yet and can't make you comfortable with Mama."

I went back to feeding him while shedding tears. I grieve for Mr. Zulfikar as if disappointed in me. Rabbi, why do I feel so bad about my husband?

"Huuu, I'm sorry Mas Zul," I said as I kissed Anulika who kept crying and rejected my ASI.

"Hoey." Suddenly my nausea relapsed.

Astarghfirullah's.

Because already wearing only a negligee and not veiled, I took Anulika to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I sit on the toilet and vomit.

"Yes Rabbi, how is this.m?" I also feel dizzy. Trudgingly, immediately get out of the bathroom and call Bu Juju via a parallel phone.

"Mom, hurry to my room. I'm nauseous and dizzy. Anulika does not want to drink my breast, I explained.

"Astaghfiullah! Yes, I'm there." Bu Juju panicked. I hung up the phone and kept trying to calm Anulika down.

"Why you, baby? Do you want VC with mommy? But mommy Anulika is umrah. If Mama Dai calls, worried about interrupting her mommy worship Goddess." Now, I give her formula milk. But it didn't work. Anulika kept crying until she was silent.

I undressed and checked her diaper. But no irregularities were found. There was no rash on his body, and his diaper was still dry.

"Huks."

I was almost desperate because I felt like I had failed to calm him down. Then the door of the room knocked.

"Just go in, it's not locked," I said. The one that came in must be Bu Juju.

"Bu Daini," turns out to be the one who came Ipi and sister. They brought the King and the Beautiful who were also crying.

"Sorry Mom, the King and Beautiful cry," explained Ipi.

"It's okay, come here, dear."

I wave my hand. Their current age is 13 months. Both can walk but not yet speak. They can also issue one to two words and seem to understand when invited to speak. The king and the beautiful approached me.

"Ma-ma mi-mi," said Beautiful.

"Ma-ma nye-nyeh," said the King.

Their purpose is the same, but the pronunciation and the way are always different. If Beautiful will embrace me first, it is different with the King. The king liked it to the point, immediately pulled my shirt and positioned himself.

"Anulika same as Mbak Ipi first yes," I persuaded.

"Let's be with Mom," Bu Juju just arrived.

Mareka then took Anulika out of my room. My tears are back. Still amazed by Anulika's unusual attitude. Yesterday, Anulika was always a henchman. Being given any mimi never refuses, whether it's my ASI or formula.

"Wait a minute."

I put them on the bed. Although the doctor advised me not to breastfeed often, but I did not have the heart. As long as they want to and I feel fine, I keep breastfeeding them. Immediately break down the body and open up.

"Mama is pregnant, here is a baby sister. King and Beautiful don't press Mama's belly, yes" I asked.

Beautiful nodded as if understanding. While the King, he directly devoured me just like that. Hmm, the nature of the King is down from who huh? My right and left sides are under attack right now.

MashaaAllah, enjoy being a mother. This moment always makes me happy. I stroked both heads. Then my mind again did not calm because it remembered Anulika. Is she not crying anymore?

They attacked me for a long time too, when I looked, Beautiful has fallen asleep. While the King, he is still fresh-fresh. He still attacked me. There was no sign of him going to sleep.

"Can we?! Is he uncomfortable carrying you?!"

"I told you not to carry Anulika!"

His words are again stern. For some reason, that phrase made me feel sad. Did this pregnancy make me sensitive? Until it is not felt, the water is back dripping.

'Clack.'

The door to the room is open. Everyone who was about to go to my room must have asked permission and knocked on the door. Except mr. Zulfikar. Sure enough, that came Zulfikar sir.

"Ma-ma cu-dah," said the King. He woke up and the focus of his gaze immediately turned to Mr. Zulfikar.

"Pa-w."

The king stood up and spread his hands. Then style whatever he can. The king rolled on the bed, moving his hands and feet. He was really looking for attention from his father.

"Assalamu'alaikum Papa's King." He embraced the King and immediately grabbed him. King laughing. I was silent, looking down while stroking Beautiful hair.

"The king has accepted it, right? Now it's time to play again, Budi sir. Papa interracial to Pak Budi ya," he said. Then take the King out of the room. Before long, she came back again and immediately hugged me who was fondling Beautiful.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm really sorry. I just found out from Juju's mom that Anulika's been fussy since morning."

"That's okay, Mom. I-I can't take care of Anulika." Though I have held. But my tears still flow.

"Hanin, you cry? Oh my, baby, I'm sorry." He turned my body and wiped my tears.

"Anulika today is fussy, Mas. I-I've been trying but---."

"Sst, I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I talked to you so hard. I was spontaneous from panic. Even if it happened to King and Beautiful, I sure would have done the same. I'll speak firmly with you" he explained while holding me.

"Huuks, ta-but .. w-what could I do if I spoke normally? I-I know breastfeeding is my duty as a mother. But, Mas should know that breastfeeding is not always easy and not as simple as seen in plain sight."

"Yes, baby, I'm sorry."

"Only women know how it feels. Nails, pain when bitten, and others."

"Yes darling. I admit to being wrong. You must be very tired and in trouble. You're great, you're amazing. You breastfed three young pregnant babies. Sorry ...." He pulled my hand and kissed it over and over again.

"Hulu."

"What should I do so you don't cry anymore?"

"Please calm Anulika down, Mas. I'm confused about what else to do so he won't fuss."

"Well, I'd like to try Radit's phone. Maybe Anulika misses her mommy daddy? I was also carrying, but still cry" he explained as he moved to take his phone. But the phone was on first.

"Mommy Silfa? What's up, huh? Tumbens. Maybe I'd like to ask Anulika." While knitting his eyebrows.

"Hello Mami."

"Mommy? Why?!"

"Mommy calm down, Mommy why?!"

"What-what?!"

'Shelves.' HP is falling.

"Why, Sir?!"

"Sa-honey ...." He walked towards me.

"Why, Mas?"

Continue to hold me tight.

"Goddess ...."

"Why Goddess?"

"The goddess died in the holy land" he explained in a trembling voice.

"What?!" Tubs struck by lightning during the day. I feel like this news is a dream.

"A-You didn't hear me wrong, did you?!"

"N-no darling. I didn't hear wrong. Ms. Silfa got the news from the travel side and it has been confirmed the truth," he said. I can feel his heartbeat. He must have been devastated by this news. So too with me.

"Innalillahiwainnailaihirojijun," I muttered. Hugged him and cried.

"I-I want your permission to fly there, baby."

"Bo-can, Mas ...."

My body feels weak. The news was really shocking. Because as far as I know, the condition of the Goddess is fine. But his death really made me jealous. What a beautiful death.

...~Tbc~...