Forced to Share a Bed
A Taste That Stifles the Chest

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

"Haniiin, haven't you? Hurry dong, I'm hungry" he shouted. I purposely washed it from the inside so that he couldn't get in when I changed clothes.

How am I supposed to get out of the room if the clothes are like this?

The clothes she was referring to really embarrassed me. Yes, I do like to wear skirts, but not this seasonal skirt. I hope the cargo bang comes quickly so I can wear a home shirt that suits my taste. I'm staring behind the door.

Do I use only my mukena subordinates?

The clothes I wear are no less sexy. Long arms, but it's very tight. My body curves are imprinted perfectly. The taste of the man was truly terrible.

"Hanindiya, are you going to let me starve?"

The door opened, I was shocked. Yeah, well, he must have the spare key. He looked straight at me while smiling.

"Funny, can---, emm you're like a doll," he said. I was silent, better to stare at the shiny floor made of teak wood.

"Let's eat," he reached out.

"Sir, I-I'm not comfortable wearing a shirt like this" I protested.

"Hahaha, Hanin, you are like this only in front of me, only I can see you like this." Really basket eyes. How dare he monopolize my body. On what basis try if not for lust.

"I want to wear a negligee" while shaking his hand.

"Byeah, I'll buy it." Being pushed aside, he forced me to grab my hand, then led me to the kitchen.

In the end it's always like this. I can't fight him. Sometimes I wonder because no matter how much I refuse, my body always betrays. My body seems to like deceit and all its beauty.

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He even pulled out a chair for me when we arrived at the dining table. She is very good at acting. While with the Goddess Mother, she might behave sweeter than this. Although still upset, I still get rice and fish for him. Then the vegetables I separated in another bowl.

When the meal was about to start he looked confused.

"Why?" my many.

"Sorry Hanin, I can't throw out the fish bones, can you teach me?"

I just sighed. Didn't think there was a human this big but couldn't eat a bony fish. Instead of protesting a lot and interrupting mealtimes, I decided to throw the fish bones away and keep them on his plate after being boneless.

"Thank you Hanin" he said.

Then he ate it with gourmand. Every now and then I glanced at him whenever he bribed or chewed, I stole a glance at him.

Suddenly there was a warm feeling in this chest. I'm happy because he likes my simple cooking. Next time, if he comes again I'll make more special dishes. I also have to ask her her her favorite food.

Oh my God, what is with this heart? Why do I wish she would come back for me and wish I could cook for her again?

No, these foolish feelings and hopes must not grow. Instantly, the rice I swallowed felt like chaff, this heart hurt when it realized that it was not mine.

"Hanin, don't daydream," she said as she slipped the child's hair into my ear. When the meal was over, he asked me to teach him to do the dishes.

"No need, sir. Your hand will be hurt."

"Homework is actually a husband's job, right?" tanyakanya. He's standing behind me. His hands locked my body by holding the edge of the sink.

In general, many people think that washing and cooking is the duty of a wife. While making a living is an obligation for the husband. Islam has established the rights and duties of husband and wife. Starting from the business of maintaining the rope of marriage to the case after divorce.

"It's not the wife's duty, sir. But it would be better if I as a wife help my husband in household affairs as has been the case in society, I sincerely," I explained.

"Hanin," she grabbed me. As expected, the next scene will be like this.

"Sir .. ja-do not like this, I have difficulty washing the dishes" I complained. Want to pull over but it's hard because my hands are soapy.

"Although you as a wife have been sincerely doing homework such as washing, cooking, sweeping, and so forth, but I as a husband must know and explain that the job is not your obligation" he explained.

I'm glad he understands this. Miss Dewi is lucky to have a husband like her. I'm silent. I want to finish this washing job. Really, he didn't want to learn to do the dishes, but he wanted to bother me.

Ahh, my sigh was deep in heart as she peeked at my nape. While his hands tightly wrapped around my waist. He's obnoxious. I was getting annoyed as his hands started to slough into the area.

'Ting tong, ting tong.' Bell rings.

"Wait, I'll check first." He ran towards the exit. A few moments later came again and quickly washed my hands.

"Hanin, there's a cargo officer, your things are coming. You quickly enter the room. I don't want them to see you." Moved my hand, then pulled me straight into the room. He was panicked and busy.

"Don't ever get out of the room before they go home, the point is before I let you out don't you dare to go out, okay?" her word.

I just nodded. It feels good because soon you can replace this less material clothes with decent clothes.

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A few moments later.

"Hanin," she opened the room door. He brought my suitcase. I've been wearing mukena because it's about time the Maghrib arrives.

"Yes sir," I glanced.

"Well, do you like what I bought?"

"Emm, like," while sliding.

I'm afraid I'll cancel her if she touches it. To be honest, I'm not comfortable with this mukena. Because it's a lot of lace, so it feels a little heavy. But I can't say I'm less like.

"Oiya the other stuff I keep in the kitchen."

"Thank you" I replied.

Then adzan roared. I immediately bowed solemnly to answer the call.

"We pray together, wait. If my reading is bad, please understand" he said.

He passed to the bathroom. I can't wait to hear the prayer, suddenly it's pounding. When he finished, I was still pounding.

"This unit is still spacious, if you agree, then we will create a special room for moshola. Come on, Iqomah" he said.

Apparently, the prayer reading is quite good, the sound is also melodious. The letters are also appropriate. If he practices a lot, I'm sure he'll be fluent.

I looked at his shoulders and back as he was praying. I accepted her prayer while shedding tears. This marriage is like a real wedding. But when I remember there was a heart that was hurt by my presence, these tears were so heavy that my sobs must have been heard by him.

"Hanine."

Mr. Zulfikar turned around and reached out. I cannot refuse my husband's hand. I grabbed him, kissed his hand. Then he kissed my hand and pulled my body into his arms. I cried in his chest.

Wh why? Why am I crying on the chest of the man who is the source of my crying?

I didn't want it to be like this, I wanted to curse and throw it away, but .. suddenly there was a calm feeling when I grabbed it.

"Cry as much as you please, as you please. You can also hate me for the rest of your life, but .. never hope that your hatred can change your decision to divorce you" he said. He wiped my tears.

I then ventured to look at him. Maybe I saw it wrong, but this is obvious. Mr. Zulfikar's eyes are glazed. I kept staring at him to make sure what I saw was wrong.

Tests, I didn't see wrong. This perverted man shed tears while smiling at me. I don't know what he's crying about. Perhaps, she was crying happily because she had managed to use me to become her satisfied woman.

"I can finally see crocodile tears" I muttered as I moved from her arms.

"What did you say?" While wiping his tears.

"Crocodile tears" I said.

"Don't change clothes. Keep wearing that shirt, I know you want to change, right?" dugup.

"Issh," I snorted, annoyed.

"I want to watch TV, accompany me to see ya." He's out of the room. In the room there is also a television.

"Okay Mr. Zulfikar Saga Antasena," I said, standing up, holding my chest, and bowing, making a royal gesture of reverence.

"You want to tease me?" He approached.

"Tempting? N-no, I'm not thinking of teasing you." I backed off as he approached.

"Don't lie, watch out for you, yeah" he walked quickly towards me.

"Wait, what do you want?" I spontaneously dodged when he was about to grab my hand.

"Hanin, what do you mean you're avoiding, huhh?" He took my hand again, and I spontaneously dodged it by running out of the room

"Hey, Hanindiya! Dare you run away? What's the reward if I can catch up with you?!" Seriously, he's chasing.

"Aaaa," I screamed, ran into the living room, then hid behind the couch.

"Hahaha, you don't think I can see you?" He's right behind me.

"Aaa, ummiii," I said.

I ran around the sofa again as he continued to chase me. He stretched out his hand to surround me.

This scene is exactly like a game of ucing udag. It is a game that comes from the Sunda plains, played by two or more players. In Bandung there are those who call it udagan or udag-udagan which means chasing.

When Mr. Zul chased to the left I dodged to the right. As he chases to the right, I go to the left. I was confused, he deliberately could not catch up, or what the hell? Seriously, I'm getting tired.

"Hhh, hhh, I-I'm tired sir, please don't chase me anymore," my breath chases. I was almost cornered.

"Huhh, give up you apparently yes. Basic sucks," the ledek. He turned the body upside down and seemed like he wouldn't be chasing anymore. Thank goodness I can breathe. I squirmed my body so as not to ache. However ....

"Because of you! Haha."

"Haaa," I bought. As I squirmed and let my guard down, he caught my body. I curl my neck while laughing.

"Sir, loose! You cheat," I insist on breaking away, but trouble. He dragged my body to the couch.

"I won't let go, don't hope!" said. Because of the sweetness of the idea, I also tickled his stomach.

"Hahaha, ahh Ha-Hanin, auh ah ah ah, hahaha Hanin stop! Ah, hahaha, ge-geli, hahaha," he jostled while curled up.

"Felt!" I said.

"You think I can be defeated, hmm? Impossible," he said.

"Ahh, sir a-ampun, hahaha," he pushed my body onto the sofa until I was stretched out, he tickled me back.

"aaa. Ahh, I-I'm sorry sir," I thrashed over here and there, it was exhausting. I am very amused and I am also starting to limp.

"Hahaha, that's why don't you mess with me," he stopped but immediately locked my body away. I was still breathing as he suddenly grabbed my chin and tightly clenched my lips.

"Uhm, mmm ...."

I nodded until I glared perfectly. But ... instantly my body relaxes as she feels so soft and sweet. I closed my eyes, while he continued to tease me so skillfully that my body was swollen and goosebumps.

Again, my body betrayed me. Slowly but surely, this stupid hand hugged his neck. I even countered what he did. How humiliating! He was surprised. Take a moment of air and look at me.

"You-you?"

He smiled as he rubbed my lips. My cheeks are hot, they must be red. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to meet him out of embarrassment.

"We go on, yes" he said. His hands snuck naughty in there and there. I climb, but I can't do much.

"P-Sir, emh .. ja-don't."

"You mean don't stop, right?" goda.

"Sir, please ...."

"Hmm, you mean to beg to be hastened? All right," god again.

He went back to playing with my body. I shut my mouth, wanting to refuse. But my two feet have been blocked. Then .. I can't describe this feeling anymore. When I was helpless, he stripped me of all my possessions, and stripped them of his.

"Hanin .. a-I want to do it here, bo-can I?" whispered while kissing my earlobe. Breathing violently.

"Ti-dak bo-can, sir ... I-I don't want to," I refused.

"But I-I want to love .. very willing, you're my cand, Hanindiya." His gaze was pushy, he was like a drunk.

"W-what?"

I was shocked because she called me 'honey.' Maybe it was just spontaneity. His appeal also linked. He said me as his candlestick. A true crocodile.

"Sir, there's a-there's CCTV, but not here yahh ...."

"Hanin, don't call me 'Sir' again. Call me 'Mas Zul.' Uh no, not Mas Zul. Call Mas Fi, or Mas Sena," he said.

"Sir, I-I don't want to be here, here too open." I shut myself and my body.

"Hanin, this is our home, this is closed dear, not in a public place" he urged. Again, he didn't subconsciously call me 'honey.'

I'm back in a dilemma. I don't want to do this, but I don't have the power to refuse. Back to my previous assumptions, I was the woman who satisfied her desires, I was her toy. I'm the night butterfly.

"Pe-pelan-pelan ..," lirihku. Holding his hand while turning his face. I felt ashamed, ashamed, and humiliated.

"L-yes baby, I'll slow down. Let's pray together" he said as he grabbed my head for a moment to catch it.

She was so sweet, her words and seduction really tricked me. Suddenly his phone rang.

"Wait a minute, yes" he said.

He quickly put on the cover, picked up his phone in a hurry. He just left me.

"Hello love" she said. He passed from me.

I shuffled, at the end of the sofa I hugged my innocent body. Then pick up what he has released. I don't want to cry, but these tears force me out. He's dripping on and on.

I know he's not mine, I know this self is only a third person, I know if my position is no more than the satisfied. I know that in his eyes this self is worthless.

Yes, I was self-conscious, but .. what he just did felt chest tight. He who left me in this state, has made my soul and body hurt. I also feel that this body is so disgusting.

No, I can't be like this in a long time. I can't torture myself. If Mr. Zulfikar has not had the courage to reveal everything. Then I will do it myself. Right, I have to see Goddess ma'am.

With trembling hands, I put my clothes back on. Then move to the room.

"Okay, Mas did not stay, but Mas can only go home at 12 pm, patient love, what to buy?" tanyakanya. I accidentally eavesdropped on his conversation.

My tears are getting louder. I slammed my body into the bed, then buried my head in the pillow. I was crying to the fullest.

"Change ... ummi .. I can't continue this, huuu huuu," I lamented.

...~Tbc~...