Forced to Share a Bed
Pretends

Zulfikar Saga Antasena

"Hmm, what's this smell?"

The smell of cooking poked my nose. I who slept on the sofa woke up slowly. Apparently, Hanin was executing the materials I had prepared. I smiled as I looked at the clock in my hand, the time showed at 17:15 WIB. There's actually fifteen more minutes for Hanin to wake me up.

I was curious and wanted to see her in the kitchen.

What does it feel like to see a wife cook?

Yes, Dewi is indeed the daughter of the sultan, she may never cook or be allowed to cook by her mother and papi. I never asked her to cook either.

I peeked behind the curtain between the dining room and the kitchen. I hope I'm not stingy for peeking at my own wife.

He's frying something, I don't know what he's cooking. Funny thing is, he's still wearing his office shirt. I prepared clothes for him.

Wait, didn't he go into the main room?

I rushed to the main room. Sure enough, there are no Hanin bags in this room, there are no guest rooms. Apparently, he kept his bag and picture frame in ART's room.

"Oh my goodness Hanin" I murmured.

Immediately move the bag and picture frame to the main room. Then I went back to the kitchen. My arrival surprised him.

He's climbing. The vegetables he was holding almost spilled. I spontaneously held the edge of his bowl. But instead of helping, I was alone.

"Ah, hot! Ah-ah, hot!" my yelling.

It was only fitting for Hanin to put the dishes under his bowl. After keeping the bowl on the table, Hanin approached me.

"That's okay, right?"

If I don't see it wrong, he seems worried, his face looks panicked. Golden opportunity, I complain.

"Okay, ahh, awh ... Hanin .. sa-sick," I complained.

"Geez, why hold on to everything anyway, sir?! Don't you see if the vegetables are still steaming?" his gerrick. It's funny, I focus on her lip movements while nagging. It's adorable, so I want to bite it.

"It's this red? Wait, I'll grab an ice cube first," he ran, came back, and then compressed my hand with ice cubes. Then my flushed finger was blown away.

MasayaaAllah, how romantic.

I am happy, I smile wide. He didn't realize I was staring at his face. Pelipis Hanin is sweating, as she cooks while wearing syar'i clothes. It must be hot.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" tanyakanya.

"M-still, Hanin. It's still hot," when it's healed.

"Don't lie, it's not red yet." Hanin let go of my hand while rubbing the thinned sweat using the back of her hand.

"When do you eat?" ask while washing dishes.

I turned to the dining table looking at his cooking with a smile. He cooks egg omelet, red-fest seasoning fish, clear vegetables, tomato sauce, and fried tempeh. It's a simple menu warteg. But I'm glad to see it.

"Can we eat now?" take me.

"When do you want to go home?" he asked, but he did not look. After washing the dishes, continue the washcloth.

"I want to stay here" I replied. Instantly he stopped his activities and fell silent. I approached and hugged her from behind

"Sir, loose! I'm sultry, don't fad sir," he brushed off and shook his shoulder.

"Why don't you change your clothes? I have prepared clothes for you. It's in our room, "I explained.

"Our room?" He glanced, then sat down at the dinner table.

"Yes our room, I didn't say anything wrong, did I?" I followed, sitting next to him. Uh, he stood up again and prepared some drinking water for me.

"We're going to eat together, right?" my many.

"Mr, I'm not hungry, I'm sorry I can only cook this. If cooking is complicated, time consuming," he explained as he passed.

"Hanin," I held her hand.

"Is this how you treat your husband? If you don't eat, I don't eat either! I don't eat warteg food like this!" I like it and it is very beautiful.

"Deliver! If you don't like it, why don't you go home? Why stay here? What is your reason on Miss Goddess?! Mr. Zulfikar, you have a legitimate wife! Remember that!" he shouted while continuing to try to take off my hand. I became upset, as a husband, I seemed to have to be strict with Hanin.

"Hanindiya, I'm responsible for my decision! You don't need to know what reason I told the Goddess! Your job is to obey your husband! Now, take a shower! I don't want to see you tangled up like this! Change your clothes!" my yelling. Though Hanindiya was not tangled at all. She's still pretty.

"If I get tangled up, don't you still have a more tidy and beautiful Goddess mom?! Why don't you just go home?! Why stay here? Whyaa?" his yell. Her nose is reddened. Eyes glazed. He must have refrained from crying.

"Why did you say? Yes because you are my wife Hanindiya! Now let's take a shower!" my snapping. Then hugged it.

"Hey, abdication! Zulfikar sir! Hey, I can walk by myself!" he shouted while struggling. I don't give a shit. Take her to the bathroom in the main room.

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"After we take a shower, we eat" I said. I put it on the side of the bath. Break it up already.

"Huuks, ummi .. ummi .." Hanin groaned as she crouched her knees. My heart ripples, am I angered? But I've been firm. I don't want to look weak in front of him.

"Do you shower yourself, or do I bathe? Oh, I'm gonna take a shower, too."

I started unbuttoning my shirt while Hanin was still down. Now, my upper body is plain.

"A-You take a shower first, I-I'll catch up." Hanin.

"No Hanin, I want us to take a bath together" I asked. I'm blocking the door.

"I-I don't want to, sir." Still refusing.

"Hanin, I've seen it all. What are you afraid of?"

I held her shoulder. Then slowly open the door. Hanin said nothing, he no longer refused. But the water kept flowing. Even when I opened the game, Hanin also did not refuse.

Until I finally demanded Hanin into the bathup. She was still crying as I hugged her body from behind.

"I'm sorry, yeah" I whispered, kissing her nape.

"Huuu .. w-why are you like this?" ask her when my hands force, and I can't control them anymore.

I answered the question in my own way. I stamped his body without hesitation. I held back his hand trying to resist. I clenched her lips as she began to protest.

Hanin's hand tightened on the side of the bath, his body stiffening. From the reflection of the mirror, I saw him biting his own lips. His cheeks and body parts were reddened, his breathing was intermittent. I'm glad to see this. It looked so beautiful and sexy that I lost control and went crazy.

Hanin's body finally relaxed slowly, she drooped resignedly in my chest. His breath is still hunting. I hugged him, then pecked at the top of his head repeatedly. Then I coughed up her cheeks and ears.

"Fear of the Maghreb, now we're going to have a real bath huh" I whispered.

"A-You're mentally ill," he said. He turned his body, facing me. Then beat my chest while crying.

"Hit harder" I said.

"Don't mess with my body anymore! This is the last time, huks, huks," sobbing.

"Can't Hanin, this is just the beginning." I grabbed the shampoo.

"Want me to shampoo?" my many.

"Teu kudu! (No need!)," he said. I don't know what that means.

"What is teu kudu?" my many.

"Go!" banish him.

"Oh, does that mean go?" Now I get it.

"You're a bitch!" his yell. He stayed away from my body while covering up that part. Her cheeks are blushing, so pretty.

"Well, if you're angry I want you to fuckin' kudu," he meant to go.

"W-what?" Hanin gawked as I said 'mau teu kudu.' I grabbed a towel.

"I'm gonna take a shower in the guest room toilet. Oiya, you should be grateful for what I did. No need to pretend not to want to," I whispered for a moment before getting out of the bath. Hanin was silent, but I saw his hands clenched tightly.

"Sheam!" his yell. Hanin hugged back her knees while looking up, she looked at me hatefully. Then she cried, and put her head between her knees.

"Huu .. huuks, if it makes you satisfied and happy, continue to humiliate and comfort me as you please. May your satisfaction wash away my sins. Please treat me as your night butterfly, I don't care anymore" she said. His words make my body sculpt, while my heart bedesir-desir.

"Hanin listen to me, you misunderstand me, I did it kare---."

"Enough Sir! Enough's enough! I want to be alone!" his yell.

"Alright, don't take a long shower. We ate together before the Maghrib. I can't wait to enjoy your cooking."

I came out of the bathroom looking. I hope that everything I do for Hanin can make her realize that I like her.

Why didn't I say it directly? The reason for that was because I did not yet have the courage and fear of hurting him later on.

Why don't I have the courage? Because I have a Goddess.

Why haven't I been honest with the Goddess? Because I was afraid of hurting the Goddess, hurting her family, also hurting my family.

Let me be accused of being a selfish man with no heart. Just let Hanin continue to hate me, just let me continue to be hurt and depressed for the happiness of the Goddess, her family and my family.

Ever since I was betrayed and deceived by my first love, my heart has been hurt. I thought this wound would heal after I married the Goddess. I didn't expect this wound to open when I realized that I had deceived myself by pretending to love the Goddess. Unbeknownst to anyone, my tears were dripping.

...***...

Bu Nani (Cost Owner)

I cleaned up Daini's belongings with a few question marks filling my head. Still shocked by the sight. How dare the man hold the hand of Daini neng.

Said Neng Daini, he cheered. But it sounds weird in my ear. Before Neng Daini came home, the handsome man who had a cool car suddenly came and poured me a lot of money to empty Daini's room.

"This is a women's-only boarding house, sir." I could reject it.

"Indeed to my brother, ma'am. My husband is a woman, not for me" she replied at the time.

Surprisingly, he insisted on wanting Daini's room, even though I already said that this room has an owner. Really awkward. Suddenly there was a cargo car that stopped in front of the boarding house.

"Mom, we're going to get some of Daini's belongings" said one of them.

"Eh, hang on, is this really? You see, there is no mandate from Neng Daini if the goods are to be transported."

"This is proof of the message, ma'am."

They show proof of order. It is true of Nana neng Daini. But the booking address is the office where Neng Daini works. But, the number listed is different from Daini's neng number.

"Bang, sorry. Not that I don't believe it, because I'm the security of her things, I'm sorry I want to call the owner first." I don't want to be blamed.

"Please, ma'am," said the cargo brother.

On the third ring, the new Daini neng raised.

"Ha-halo Bu, assalamu'alaikuum," his voice was soft and smooth. It's weird, but it's it.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Neng Daini, sorry I wanted to ask. Is Neng Daini's stuff really going to be dikargoin? I'm surprised suddenly there is a cargo car to transport your goods. You said it'd be cheated on first."

"Oh, i-iya ma'am, sorry I forgot. Yes, ma'am, I ordered the cargo." His voice is still soft. Geez, Neng Daini why huh? How I got worried.

"Oh so? Yes, if you order, it doesn't matter. I'm just making sure, because the order number is different from your number. The address of the booker also uses your office address."

"Haniiin, haven't you? Hurry up, dong, I'm hungry."

I heard a man's voice, and then the call broke suddenly. Neng Daini was really strange. He suddenly closed the call, and I called him. I let out a breath.

"Yes Bang, please just take it." I let them transport Daini's neng stuff.

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After the Magrib prayer, exactly at half-time, I got another guest. My son was shocked and shouted to me who was in the kitchen.

"Mama, Mama, there's a guest. The car is very good Ma, the rich who want to hostel," said my son. Name's Nanda.

"Seriously Nan?"

"Yes, Ma."

I rushed to the front of the house.

What's up with today? Why do luxury cars continue to come? Do you want to get more sustenance?

I turned my head when I saw the guest my son was referring to. They were two beautiful women whose looks were very fashionable.

"Sorry, please sit down" I said. But they still stand.

"Mothers own these hostels?" ask one of them. I think the parachute is prettier than the other. His face looks panicked.

"L-yes right, want to go to the boarding house here? It just happens to be full," I replied.

"Wi, Wi, hey calm down. We ask him carefully" said his friend. My son and I don't understand.

"But Reni, I can't calm down, I want to meet that hypocritical woman!" snapped it. I'm getting less and less into it.

"I'm sorry, why are you? Try to talk slowly, I don't understand" I said.

"Wi, you sit down, let me do the talking" said the woman called Reni. Ma'am Wi sat down while holding his chest. Eyes glazed. I became a helpless dag dig dug der.

"Manda, you come in quickly" I said. Nanda is a minor, I better deal with them.

"Yes, Ma." Nanda went into the house.

"Look Mom, do you know this woman? Well, this man is my friend's husband" while pointing at the woman he calls 'Wi.'

"I've seen this woman twice meet my friend's husband. First in the front alley, she was driven into the car by my friend's husband. Well, today I saw him talking to my friend's husband in front of Mom's hostel. Now you explain, is he really boarding here? If it's true, we want to meet the woman" Rani said.

He showed me a picture of Daini and the man. I swallowed a rough salivary. What the hell is going on? My knees are limp. I felt like I was in a soap opera scene.

"Mom, hurry Mom! Where is that woman? I have to ask about his relationship with my husband. I'm sure she's a hypocritical actor who's disguised as a holy-ass lady!" firmly Ma'am Wi, I gawked. Can't say anything yet.

Well, what to say? Suddenly confusion struck.

"Quick talk, Mom!" his yell. Bederai's water.

"Wi, calm down, Wi. You already know he works in your husband's office. If you do not meet now, yes we just run to his office," said Mbak Reni while hugging Mbak Wi.

"Oh, I was surprised to hear that. Let's talk while we sit down" I persuaded.

I don't want to interfere or interfere with their problems. Because what I see in plain sight at this time, not necessarily in accordance with the actual facts. My role as a hostess is simply to explain what I know without being reduced or exaggerated.

"Quick story Mom," urged Mbak Wi.

"Please drink first, emm like this ...."

I explained that today the man came and said he wanted to provide boarding for his female sodara. It has even paid for the next month at triple the price. Then Neng Daini came and said that the man was his brother, then the man forced Neng Daini into his car.

I also revealed the fact that Neng Daini is a beautiful girl, kind, polite, pious and religious.

"Did he ever bring a man or play with a man?" mbak Wi asked with a tone of emotion.

"To know that Mother has never Ma'am, all guests at these boarding houses must report to Mother, and so far only her office friends have come here. If it's not wrong the name is Misti," I explained.

"Huuu," hearing my explanation Ma'am Wi cried.

"Wi's patient. Your husband is not necessarily cheating on you with that woman. Yes, thank you for the information, ma'am."

They then say goodbye. After they left, I just remember not explaining that Neng Daini will likely not be boarding here again because his goods have been transported by cargo to a place that I do not know.

As a Muslim, I can only pray for the best.

"Ma, is there anything?" Nanda kepo's.

"Sst, there's nothing," I explained. But being a thought.

When did Daini become an actor? In plain sight, it feels impossible.

...~Tbc~...