Forced to Share a Bed
A Heart that is Hard to Understand

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

"P-Sir, please think again, should we repeat it?" The frightened me looked at his face. I groaned, begging him to undo his intentions.

But he seemed not to hear my words, even gently stroking my lips with his fingers. He locked me up, his body held me back so hard.

"Hanin, I'm sure you know about this, if a husband invites his wife to have a relationship, but his wife does not meet the husband's invitation, until that night her husband is angry, but his wife does not, then his wife will have the curse of the Angels until dawn. You know that, right?" his whispers kissed my ears and neck. I didn't think he'd be this sassy.

I want to scream and ask for help abah or ummi, but.

"Reply Hanin," he said.

"I-yes sir .. a-I know that," I agree with the tears that continue to break.

Indeed, there are so many things that couples can do to form a family that is sadinah, mawaddah, and warohmah even though making it happen is not as easy as winking. One way is to make each other happy, including meeting the needs in a born and inner way.

Meeting the needs of the born and inner here one of them is satisfying the desires of husband or wife. I know this is an obligation that should not be abandoned, it will also be worth worship if done with good intentions. But, can it be done by couples who do not love each other?

Really, I'm in a dilemma. Either accept or reject it. I was also confused by his attitude. He treats me like this, is it because of love? Or is it because of na*su?

I'm sure this isn't love. What can be expected of a Daini? I'm just an all-starved woman who's even hard to get along with and has friends. While Miss Dewi, besides being beautiful and highly educated, she is also the daughter of a conglomerate.

I'm aghast, Mr. Zul, cleaning my tears with his lips. His lips swept over my eyelids.

"Hanin, do I not deserve to be your priest?" tanyakanya.

A question that made my mind seem to be slashed. If he says that, does Mr Zul hold a little love for me?

Honestly, when I looked at her face, there was always a sense of debate that I myself could not understand. No, I can't say if I love her. For from the very beginning, I had realized that this man was not mine.

"It's not you who's inappropriate, but I'm Mr .... I don't deserve to be your wife, huuks," I said as I sobbed.

"Why, hmm?" tanyakanya. While his head continues to creep in my collarbone. I was so embarrassed, my body was shaking, my cheeks were hot.

"Hanine ...."

He suddenly grabbed me. Now it was my head that was sniffing on his innocent chest. My lips even touched her breast skin. I flinch because I'm amazed. I could hear her heartbeat, I smelled her scent.

No, my mind is screaming.

Am I an actor?

The chest of this field must have been often touched by the Goddess's mother. Her sweet lips, must have often been felt also by the mother Goddess. How dare this man divide his body for two women without feeling guilty. I salute the women out there who sincerely share a husband with some women.

"Sir, don't be like this, I-I don't want to" I refused. Then he turned his face away from his chest.

"But I want you, Hanin," he said. This guy's hand really slipped into my pajamas. I was fighting, wanting to fight him, but ..he's my husband.

Saying from a hadith, I once said, "Whoever dies while his husband is pleased with him, he must go to Heaven."

Referring to the hadith described, so basically a wife must obey the husband's invitation to sleep together, especially if there is no suar'i experienced by the wife.

That means I died tonight, maybe ... The Almighty will forgive me.

I'm sorry Miss, I didn't mean to take your husband. I just want to carry out my duty, I groaned in my heart as I was imprisoning and did not refuse when Mr. Zulfikar clenched my lips again.

This guy is looking at me, he looks so adoring to me. Though, he must have done this just because of n a f s u. I'm sure he's missing the Goddess, but venting it on me.

"MasyaaAllah, you are beautiful, you are beautiful Hanindiya" he murmured.

He stared at me all over my body. I just shut up. I cried non-stop, but I obeyed as she seduced, invited and led me to do many things to satisfy her desires. Tonight .. I'm like his slave.

Then I could not refuse, he also spoiled my body with all the things that made me embarrassed to the crown. He is so good, while I am. I held back that strange sense of wonder in between my sobs and tears. I kept my face covered with shame and guilt.

"Ha-Hanin, please don't cry anymore, we are innocent, we are lawful to do this" she whispered. Then she shut her lips as I was about to scream from pain.

"Sa-sick?" tanyanya, whispering. I'm nodding.

"Patience yes," he said. Stroking my cheek, and looking at me in momentary silence. At first I saw his eyes glazed over.

"Ha-Hanin, if what we do includes sin, you have nothing to fear, let me alone bear this sin."

"Ha-Hanine ...."

"Hanine ...."

"Hanine ...."

Right now, he repeatedly said my name, I smothered my own mouth so as not to make a sound. Really, I don't want him to think that I'm enjoying it. No, I can't make a sound. If necessary, I'll bite my lip until I get hurt.

While he was, he was really a crocodile. He seemed to have forgotten that I was the honey he never expected. My heart ached when I realized that I was just the wife of a series used to vent her biological needs.

He moaned and moaned without hesitation, his veins might have already broken off. Mr. Zulfikar's voice gives my romantics goosebumps. Just now, in my mind, did his voice sound out?

Spontaneous hand this smothered his lips. That means he's not too noisy. But he kissed, kissed, and peppered my fingers and palms.

"Pe-pelan-pelan," lirihku.

"This is Hanin's swallow, it will be quick in time, too" he said, smiling. How dare he smile at a time like this. I don't know what he meant. I really don't understand.

"Ma-I mean ... put your su-voice down," my great-grandson.

"O-okay," he nodded and smiled again. Face blushing. Maybe I just realized my room wasn't soundproof.

Out there may be a pabalatak (retail) guy like him. Pretending to be good in front of his wife or child, but outside the house turned into a striped man. They rent a PSK, impersonate a series of marriage like this, or some are behind the word marriage contract that is deliberately done for money for the woman and for the sake of orgasm for the man. Naudzubillahimindzalik.

Then I foolishly hoped that the man who was enjoying my body would not be such a man. Unknowingly, this hand caressed her hair. My lips even unintentionally de lawful. Sorry, I can't control it. My body is no longer mine. I lose, I'm weak, I'm a shameless hypocritical woman.

Ms. Dewi .., I promise, in each of my prostrations, I will pray for you and your family. I'm sorry Miss .. sorry .. sorry .. sorry. sorry.

...***...

In the morning, after breakfast, he said goodbye to me, to ummi and also to go to the project and go straight back to Jakarta after the business was finished.

I dared to put a tie on her. I tiptoe.

What did he eat? Why so high?

"It's hard?" Unexpectedly, he suddenly knelt down. I also spontaneously knelt down without looking at him.

"Hanin, your hair is still wet, open it." She opened my veil. I kept quiet, neither refusing nor asserting.

"Sorry, we can't go home together. Earlier, Dewi sent a message to follow me to the project. You okay?" I'm nodding.

"Emm, remember, you don't take the bus, just take a taxi. I've been keeping cash in that drawer for all your needs today." Fuckily, at dawn he asked for help from Mang Hendra to take him to the ATM.

"Hanine."

"Yes," I said.

"You don't host it again, you have to move to the apartment, I'll have it all ready."

"Sir, I'd like to post. Please don't over-regulate me just because we've slept together" I refused.

"Hanin, this has nothing to do with our bed life, I'm doing this because you're my wife" she said.

"Your wife is the Goddess's mother, I'm just your dispossession, right?" accuse me.

"Astaghfirullah, Hanin!" He's holding my shoulder. His hands were shaking, I shed tears.

"Where are you taking this wedding, sir? Huuks," ask.

He did not reply, instead hugging and kissing the top of my head.

"Be careful. If you have arrived in Jakarta, you quickly tell me. I went back to Jakarta the day after tomorrow. Emm, the plan is to stay again."

"Snooze again?"

"Yes Hanin, do you have the best hotel recommendation?"

"W-what?"

I'm staring. Hearing Mr. Zulfikar's words my heart suddenly thumped and rippled. What's wrong with his words? Nothing, right?

"L-yes, I-I know," I replied. He will definitely stay at that hotel with Miss Dewi.

"I'm sorry, Hanin. Actually, me and the Goddess haven't been on their honeymoon."

"Enough, Sir. No need to explain the matter to me. I don't want to know" I said as I left her.

"Hanin, wait." He held my hand.

"Deliver!" my yelling.

"Hanin, if you forbid me to stay with the Goddess, I won't do it" he said.

"What?! Mr. Zulfikar, listen up! Do I have the right to ban you?! There's nothing, right?! Whatever you're going to do with Miss Goddess is none of my business! I'm just a prankster, sir. While Miss Dewi, Miss Dewi is the host. Miss Dewi is your legal wife. I'm just the wife of Siri who's ready to be kicked whenever you want!" I clasped her hands, ran to the bathroom, and locked the door from the inside.

"Hanin, wait for Hanin, listen to me first! Open the door Hanin!"

He banged on the bathroom door. I sat behind the door, hugged my knees and cried.

Why am I so weak?

"Ha-Hanin, I'm sorry .... I don't want to be like this either, please be a friend who can understand my feelings."

Just like me, Mr. Zulfikar also seemed to rest and lean on the bathroom door. I could see the end of his shirt that had not been inserted at the bottom of the door.

...~Tbc~...