Forced to Share a Bed
About Him

"Huuu huu."

I cried as hard as I buried my head under the pillow.

"Wi, I'm sorry, after the lawyer and the police explained, hopefully you can accept and understand it."

Mas Zul sat on the side of the bed. Occasionally rubbing my back.

"What should I accept, Mom?! So what should I understand?! I really don't understand what you're saying!" my yelling.

"All right, let's talk later, I want a meeting. You wanna wait here or go home? I'll call you bang Radit."

"Mas! You really have no heart! How dare you leave me in this state?!"

I don't take it, I'm pecking. Scramble innocent pillows, bolsters and bed linen.

"Love, I've sat down again. What do you want you to be like now?"

"I want to meet that hypocritical woman soon!" my yelling.

"Wi, enough! She's not muna---."

"Shut up, Mom!"

Zul's tone always rose when I called the woman.

"Wi, the lawyer and the police usually meet Mas after Maghrib. So I can see him tonight. We have a deal, Wi. You should be calmer."

"Huu huusks. Okay fine! Fine! Yes, I have a deal! But please explain first, were you with that woman last night?! Explain it! Are you overtime or with that hypocrite?!"

I screamed while pointing at Mas Zul. This emotion peaked again when I remembered what Zul said when I called the woman.

"Love, I don't think Mas can explain it yet. How about tonight just be explained? Let's have Wi."

"Huhh, hhh, okay, now you just explain what Mas said when calling him?!"

My chest was heaving with anger.

"You mean?"

Zul doesn't seem to understand. Or he deliberately pretended not to understand.

"Don't pretend to be. I eavesdrop when you call! You said, 'Sorry, maybe you're sick because of me. Last night I lost control. I'm sorry if I hurt you and just left you. I'm sorry yes.' You said that, right? I'm not senile and I'm not deaf!" my yelling.

I repeated the sentence. It's too bad that he still doesn't understand either. I even practiced the tone of Mas Zul's speech that sounded so soft.

"Emm."

Well, he's confused, right?

"Say me, please be honest! I was disappointed and hurt! With Mas lying, Mas actually makes me disappointed and my heartache increases."

"Wi, Mas is not unwilling to be honest, it's just that when Mas is honest, Mas is afraid you lose control and misunderstand," he said as he walked towards the mirror and tidied up his tie.

"Mas!" I caughtup. I even pulled the tie.

"You want to be honest or just be quiet, huh? Please, don't make me curious!"

I actually knew that he was lying by reasoning overtime, only I wanted to know how quickly he dared to tell the truth.

"Love, I'll explain it later, yeah, meeting soon. Five minutes before it starts I should've been there" he said.

"Huuu, my goodness, you really have changed, but to be honest, it's easy, right?! Why is it so complicated like this?!" my yelling. Then take HP mas Zul. She's shocked.

"Wi, what are you doing?!"

"I want to ask for the woman's number! I'd like to ask him directly if last night Mas same him over no!"

I ran while holding his phone. Mas Zul chasing.

"Goddess, please don't be childish. There will come a time when you can have Hanin's phone number. For now, I forbid you. I'm sorry," while catching my body and managed to reclaim her phone.

"Hanine? Mas called him Hanin when people called him Daini. Ouh, you're really suspicious. Well, if Mas hasn't been honest, I'd like to wait for Mas in the locker room."

Though, I won't say anything to Paklik. But Zul already looks nervous.

"Love, please."

He hugged me, even kissed my lips, but I refused.

I walked quickly to the exit.

"Wi, okay Mas will be honest!" he shouted as I just held the door handle.

You wimps! She was really scared I exposed her lie.

If you don't lie, you don't have to be afraid, right?

I turned my body, stared intently at him.

"Let's say, Mas!" my door.

"Yes, last night I lied. Not overtime," he said.

Really, that's not the answer I want.

"I thought so, where are you going?! Whereaaa?!" my yelling.

He was silent, but approached and wiped my tears.

"The meeting is love, you go home. Oiya, if you want to meet paklik, yes please. But ... I hope you're not rash to take a stand."

He kissed my hand, and passed.

"You dare to threaten me, Mom?! Remember, you don't disappoint your mom and dad for the second time!" my yelling.

He paused for a moment, but then left and did not look at me again.

"Aaargh," I shouted.

I'm furious beyond measure. But suddenly there was a feeling of fear that enveloped my heart. I'm afraid what I did hurt Zul's feelings and offended him.

What if he thinks of my anger as something outrageous and excessive? What if he divorces me?

No, that can't happen. I have to be confident. Besides, I'm on the right side. Even if it is true that the woman is the actor, my position will be stronger because it will get support and the actor will be the party who is cornered and blamed.

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After Mas Zul left, my curiosity in the figure of Daini actually increased. Finally, I decided to call Caca's mom to ask for Daini's number.

I reasoned that I would still interview Daini at a later time. In order for Ms. Caca to be unsuspecting, I went to the quality division and gave a questionnaire form to the staff there.

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My arrival was warm and welcome. Several times I glanced at the cubicles on behalf of Daini who looked neat. When I was near the cubicle, I saw in the top row of the files there was a Qur'an and a pearl-shaped prayer beads. Then there was a small jar that contained dried dates and raisins.

The cubicle walls are decorated with motivational words written on origami paper. Well arranged and grouped by color.

"Yes, this is Daini's table, Mom," said Ms. Caca who could be surprised because I pegged long enough in front of Daini's cubicle.

"Oh, yes Mom. I'm interested in seeing the cactus. It's funny."

On the table of this woman there is a mini round-shaped cactus placed in a glass glass filled with gravel and sand. And there is one more water media ornamental that I do not know its name. He seems to like plants.

"Yes Ma'am, I also like to see the daini cubicles, beautiful and neat as the person. Hehe," praise Caca's mom.

And my heart rippled as Ms. Caca praised him. I grimaced and forced myself to smile.

"In addition to being beautiful, she is also polite, religious, and her work is good, Mom," added Ms. Caca.

I smile back. So regret coming to the quality division if the edges even hear the advantages of the woman.

I want to feel like I'm yelling right now and saying that the woman Caca praised is actually a hypocritical woman who dares to approach might even tease my husband.

"Well, thank you for the info, ma'am, the questionnaire if it's filled in between my husband's room."

Then I say goodbye. So lazy to talk to Caca's mom. He was afraid to talk about the woman again.

Before leaving, I accidentally saw a cubicle in Listi's name.

Anggraini. Listi, his friend, right?

I wonder what his friend is like. Apparently, Listi's appearance is the same as other employees. She's sexy and a little tomboyish. She threw a smile and bowed as I looked at her.

...~Tbc~...

...Come on, come on!...