Forced to Share a Bed
Boncap

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

Two Years Later

Yesterday was Ramadan. My lips are unceasingly grateful for this infinite gift. How not to be happy? Me and my family this year can perform Umrah in the last ten days of Ramadan. Mr. Zulfikar has indeed scheduled this for a long time.

After my baby passed the exclusive ASI, he did promise to take me to Umrah. Not only me, the four sons also participated. King, Beautiful, Anulika and Imsha. Imsha is our youngest daughter who is currently 2 years and 7 months old. His full name is Imsha Mahasin Antasena.

For bringing the children, Ms. Juju, Ipi, and Mr. Budipun were invited. Oiya same one more, his name mbak Wulan. She is the nanny of Anulika who passed the selection. Ms. Silfa did have a special selection to be her nanny Anulika. Sister Wulan is no ordinary nanny, she is an expert nurse graduate abroad.

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"Honey," Zulfikar surprised my daydream. Yes, it was daydreaming to re-imagine the beautiful memories of being in the holy land. While there, we also made a pilgrimage to the tomb of the Goddess.

"Why?" my many.

Oiya, I'm busy doing college assignments. Thank God, because of the support of Mr. Zulfikar, he allowed me to continue my education S2. "It's important not to get tired, because if you're tired, I'm afraid you can't serve me." That was one of his trusts.

"Where are the kids going?" As usual, asked while hugging me and smelling my nape.

"King and Beautiful are swimming lessons, Anulika is teaching piano, Imsha is sleeping again" I replied.

"Oh, great. Hahaha, so no one bothers us huh." He smiled with pride. Father 4 children is indeed a strange tone. The more jealous you get here. Even his own children often fight, especially the same king. Definitely because of trivial things, rebut hugged me.

King and Beautiful are about 5 years old. So, they are active. Because he may feel his only son, the King often dominates. Don't ask how he was when the four of them got together and fought. Hehehe, masyaaAllah. Anyway really delicious.

"Hanine."

"Yes, yeah."

"The children are already quite big, Imsha has also released ASI. We're on our honeymoon, baby," she asked.

"Honeymoon? What's Mas for? 'We can have our honeymoon at home. Darling ah the money. Mending for kids' education savings, right?"

"Oh my goodness, Hanindiya, are you still not aware that your husband is rich?" protesting while pinching my cheek. I smiled, so he got home from work early. Turns out to take a honeymoon.

"I know Mas. But --."

"But what? Look, baby, I feel sorry for the king. I want us to program another boy to accompany the King. How's it?" as usual.

"What?!" She easily asked me to get pregnant again. Yes aampuun.

"Come," I replied briefly. If he asks for something I can do, I refuse him.

"Seriously?" Eyes sparkling. Directly turning the rocking chair I was sitting on, squawking, and hugging my lap. I rubbed his shoulder.

"But, is it okay after this pregnancy that I'm sterilized, Mas? The doctor said, I should only SC once again because when I was pregnant Imsha the segment under my uterus was thin and very risky. So the doctor recommended a distraction," I explained.

"May dear, for health reasons of course it may be. Yeah, right?"

I'm nodding. Hugged her. I am so happy to be his wife. Although our love story journey was very winding, but in the end, I could feel this perfect happiness.

"Thank you, my God."

"Together." He held me tight. His field chest almost made me breathless.

"Lam li kum."

We were surprised for a moment. It's the King's voice. He said hello to the mood. Sometimes well and correctly, sometimes just saying 'lam li kum.' The 'lam li kum of course never answered. We have often reminded the King. His name is also children.

Fail. Whereas, Zulfikar and I were just about to put a face together. I even closed my eyes.

"Geez the King." Mr. Zulfikar hurried to open the door.

"Mama, Papa," followed by Beautiful. Shortly, Imshapun arrived.

"Mama Dai."

Even if you do not want to lose, Mbak Wulan smiled when he saw me troubled by the attacks of children. They hugged me at the same time. Kissing my cheeks and my forehead while laughing. Mr. Zulfikar. He pouted while leaving his waist.

"Why should you hug too?" ask King.

"No way," he refused.

"Haha."

The king laughed as he jumped into his lap. Mr. Zulfikar welcomed the King's body, took him to bed and they immediately fought pillows on the bed.

"Sisters! Help Aa!" shouted King. He himself chose to be called 'Aa.' At first, Zulfikar and I called him 'Sister.'

"Seraaang!" scream Beautiful and Anulika. They immediately ran and attacked Zulfikar sir from various sides.

"Papa celang (attack)," Imsha did not want to stay silent. He also took a hand over the body of Zulfikar sir.

"Haha. We won!" The king was happy.

"Aaaa, you may, Hanin tolooong!" Mr. Zulfikar asked for my help.

"Oh punten (sorry), again busy," I refused.

"What?! Look out for you Hanin! Later tonight's vengeance!" his yell.

"Relax Mama, later tonight Aa and the sisters will help Mama fight Papa," said the King.

"Yes, Beautiful is helping you."

"Lika also wants to sleep in this room" Anulika said.

"Yes, yes" Imshapun said.

"What?! Nooooo!" Mr. Zulfikar is desperate.

"Why are you all always defending Mama? Hey, Papa banging-bones you guys work for? Hu hu hu." He pretended to cry while bowing his body. I immediately got into bed and hugged her.

"Darling (honey) Papa," said Imsha. He followed me around hugging Mr. Zulfikar. Followed by Beautiful and Anulika.

"Beautiful too dear Papa."

"Lika also dear Papa, dear Mama Dai."

We hugged him. Mr. Zulfikar turned around, hugged and kissed us one by one. As for the King, he only watched while folding his hands on his chest. Geez, what the King did was similar to Zulfikar's style when he looked at me first while I was still working in his office.

"Aren't you hugging Papa?" ask Mr. Zulfikar.

"Indeed, if Aa dear Papa should hug Papa? No hugging, no problem, right? What matters is Aa dear Papa," she replied.

Mr. Zulfikar and I spontaneously looked at each other. The King's answer made me smile. The King's face is similar to mine, but his disposition and character are similar to Zulfikar's.

"Bah Papa Mama, Aa wants to play ball," the King went with his flat face after kissing my hand and the hand of Mr. Zulfikar.

"That kid! I guess who's 'sih? I don't feel that way" he said. It is really not introspective if the nature of the King is inherited by him.

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