Forced to Share a Bed
Polygamy and Feelings

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

"Mhh ...."

He kissed my lips. I pushed his chest. I don't want to do this scene too often. But whatever the power, because I just vomited, my body went limp. As a result he freely memagut me long enough, deep, and tend to be naughty until I coughed.

"Ohhhuk, uhhuk."

"I'm sorry." Swiping my lips.

"Don't stay like this, sir, I'm not comfortable for a long time" I said.

I lied, because actually .. I'm getting used to what he's doing. Even once, I missed his caress.

I'm sorry Miss, I promise to end this as soon as possible.

"Hanin, I did it because I missed you."

I really don't believe that he loves me. I felt that his expression of love was just an excuse to rule my body.

"Father has not answered my question, quickly replied Sir," I said as I tried to get away from his body. He took a deep breath before answering my question.

"Hanin, I've been telling you the truth about how I feel about you. For my feelings for the Goddess, I guess you don't need to know. Like the Goddess who does not know how I feel about you" he replied.

An ambiguous answer that made me even more convinced that he was a selfish man. My desire to get out of his shackles was more and more round. I don't want to continue to cultivate this uncertain feeling.

I had no right to expect more, for from the beginning I asked her to marry me just for wanting a widow's title. These tears come back. I hugged the bolster and brushed off Mr. Zul's hand as he sealed my shoulder.

"Hurry to the office sir," I'm kicked out.

"I want to pray Dzuhur and have lunch here" he replied.

He rolled up his shirt arm. Looks like ablution. I stared at him until his back was not visible anymore.

Whahuh? In-he wants lunch here?

I realized I didn't have any cooking. This morning, I ate chicken porridge. This afternoon only ate wheat bread because my appetite decreased. I forced myself to wake up. Yes, I'm still his wife. I have to cook for lunch.

I walked towards the kitchen while holding on to the wall. This time it was really torturous and felt a little different than usual.

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What cooking is it?

In the kitchen, I was confused. Food is a lot. But if cooking is complicated it will take time.

I then made a sweet test to recover my energy. Then make grilled sausages while frying the nuggets. Make sauce sauce and sliced cucumber chili sauce and raw salad for vegetables.

It's a casual menu, original so. Whether he wants to eat or not. What matters is that I tried to cook for her.

I saw in the refrigerator there was mango, I took it to peel. Maybe it would be better if I made mango juice for him. Mango from the refrigerator, in addition to cold also feels slippery.

"Awwh," peekkiku.

I was injured, my index finger was scratched by a knife until it bled.

"Hanin, I'm looking for you."

The voice of Mr. Zulfikar. I turned back, hiding my injured finger behind my back. He approached while looking at the dishes I had served at the dinner table.

"Why bother cooking? Yes, I do want to eat here, but I mean want to order food from the outside," he explained.

"If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it. Please, if you want a message from outside. I can only cook that anyway. I'm sorry, I didn't know that you'd be here."

I said while looking down. Seriously, my injured finger was getting sore.

"I didn't order food. I'm just gonna eat this. Thank you, Hanin. Well, it's been a long time since I've eaten sausages and nuggets."

He smiled, watching my cooking. For the rich, fast food like this may be considered less good for health. They tend to prefer dishes that come from fresh ingredients. Vegetables and meat in the refrigerator reads 'organic vegetables' and 'organic meat.'

"Come here, accompany me to eat. We eat together" he asked.

"No sir, you're all."

"Hanin, you-you? What blood is that?!"

She's surprised. Approaching me and turning my body. It turned out that blood from my index finger was dripping onto the floor.

"Astaghfirullah, Hanin."

He quickly pulled my hand and sucked my injured index finger before I could pull it off.

"Ahh," I spontaneously complained.

"Other times be more careful. Geez Hanin, I just found out that you're careless. Be seated! The wound must be wrapped."

He's so chatty. To the point that I can't explain anything. So I just kept quiet while watching her busy taking the P3K box, cleaning my wounds, then wrapping it.

"Thank you, sir." I admit he's very deft.

"No need to say."

"I want to make mango juice, you eat fast." I took back the fruit.

"Hanin, enough!"

His speech sounded firm. He even stared hard at me.

"Sorry."

I went back to the dining table. After I sat down, he started eating my cooking.

"Don't use rice?" my many.

"I don't like eating sausages or nuggets with rice." Chewing slowly while holding me.

"Oh, I often use noodle tombs with rice," I said.

"Hahaha, really? What's with the fry too?"

"Often sir" I replied.

"Hahaha, stop! Don't laugh, I'm chewing."

Who tries to joke? Feelings, absolutely nothing funny.

I'm speechless. But this stupid hand spontaneously wiped the melted sauce sauce chili that was at the corner of his lips. He was surprised, so am I. He smiled and thanked me. I just looked down in shame. The atmosphere at the dinner table turned awkward.

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"Sit down" he patted the sofa seat next to him.

"I'm just here." I sat away.

"Hanin, I said du---."

"All right." I obediently sat down beside him.

"Hanin," she held my shoulder, facing my body towards her.

"Later tonight, if you're healthy, I plan to meet you with the Goddess."

Deg, my chest is woken up. I did want to settle this matter immediately, but when it was about to happen, I was suddenly scared. I don't know what I'm afraid of.

Don't I want to end this?

"Not to be afraid, I'll be by your side. Help you, Hanin. There will be police and lawyers as well" he said.

"Alhamdulillah, I-I look forward to it sir. After this meeting, I hope everything is okay" I said.

Suddenly, my mind felt unprepared.

"I don't really want to bring you guys together this fast. I wanted to prepare myself and find the person who stopped you first, but I got caught on the phone when I called you" he explained.

"What time do you want?" my many.

My hands are starting to get cold right now.

"InssyaaAllah at eight. For the place I will ask the Goddess first. The Goddess is angry. The phone's deactivated."

"Why not here, sir?"

"No Hanin, I don't want the Goddess to know this place. This is your apartment."

"Sir, we better open up. I don't want this apartment, I just want this to be over soon. I'm tired sir." These tears are back.

"Hanin, if for example the Goddess accepts you as her honey, do you want it?"

"Sir, don't go too far. I told you, I'm going to split up."

He even held my hand.

"Hanin, do you hate polygamy?"

"No sir, I don't hate him. Polygamy is permissible, His revelation is clear. As a Muslim, I should submit to the revelation. As long as the husband is fair, unjust, and can fulfill the rights of his wives fairly, I don't care."

"But ..the woman who shared the bed with me, should be as understanding as I am too. That is, he must also accept the concept of polygamy. If he is not sincerely polygamous, then I will choose to retreat and succumb. I'm better off alone and alone than continuing a relationship over the suffering of another woman" I said.

"Hanin, you're a rare woman," she looked at me fixedly.

"Continue what about a man who has many wives to satisfy his orgasm?" He even asked that.

"As long as he is fair, then his wives are sincerely polygamous and have no more than four wives, I feel that the man is not to blame. One of the purposes of marriage is to keep orgasm and lust from forbidden acts."

"I believe that if every revelation is revealed, it must have great wisdom and benefit. So too with polygamy. Must have great wisdom and benefits for both individuals, communities, and Muslims."

"With many wives, it will increase the number of Muslims on this earth. Polygamy can also elevate the glory of the woman whose husband died or divorced her. Because by remarrying, someone will be responsible for the needs of her or her children."

"Hanin, I'm very interested in your exposure."

He's shifting, approaching. Wrap my hands around my waist. I was silent, lazy to move, as if I wanted to be close to him too.

"But Hanin, there are currently all sorts of denials to the laws of polygamy. Some say that a husband cannot be fair to his wives."

"They say there is the word of God which means, 'If you fear that you will not be able to be just, then marry only one.' Then Allah also said, which means, "And you will never be able to do justice among your wives, even though you are eager to do so.' What do you think of the phenomenon, Hanin?" tanyanya while stroking my hair.

Now, I'm getting used to not wearing a headscarf in front of her.

"Sir, this is the understanding I got from my teacher. What is meant by 'And you will never be able to be fair' in that verse means that the husband will not be able to be fair in terms of love. For example, in the inclination of heart and feelings during intercourse."

"Muslims have agreed that equating such things to wives is impossible and beyond human ability."

"Unless God wills it. As for things that are outward such as housing, spending money, and overnight time, it may be easy to be treated fairly because it can be counted and seen in plain view.

"But to be fair in terms of feelings of love, I believe it is very difficult, because it is invisible and cannot be measured by anyone but God and the elector of the heart. Even if there was such a man, I was sure it might only be done by the Apostle" I explained.

"According to research, polygamy will threaten household skills because it often causes disputes that negatively affect family relationships and children's growth and development. How do you think?" ask again while glancing at his watch.

"Why should I go all the way to research? Didn't you feel it too?" sindirku.

"Y-yes, too, but I want to hear your opinion, can't you? Emm, the one who's always bickering is usually the wives." While smiling. Maybe feel self-conscious about my satire.

"I think the disputes that arise between the wives are actually a natural thing, because jealousy is a habit of women. Let alone many wives, in fact, in domestic life with one wife or monogamy must often occur quarrels and squabbles."

He was bearded, I don't know what motive he asked this matter. Maybe just a prank.

"Then the conclusion?" He still asks. This time while peeling my forehead.

"I am not against polygamy, but I am against quarrels and hostility. Are not Muslims brothers? Islam forbids people from hurting others."

"One hadith says that every Muslim is a brother to another. He will not despise her, humiliate her, nor underestimate her. And the ugliness of a man can be measured by the extent to which he belittles his brother" I explained.

"MasyaaAllah, Hanin. I'm not in vain resting here. Next time we talk again. I seem to be late. I'll take my leave first. For the meeting address, I'll let you know later. Oiya, it's money shopping today. You take it." He's spending some money.

"No need, sir. That's all in the fridge, there's plenty." Refused it.

"Yes, just accept to replace your medical money."

"No need, sir. I was using BPJS."

"Hmm, yeah, you throw it away."

He put the money on the table. Then extend your hand to shake hands. I kissed his hand. He pulled me to hold him.

"I love you" she whispered. Kissing the top of my head. I'm mute.

"Hanin, I will do anything to make you happy, if separation is the only way, with a heavy heart I will follow your wishes. But I'll be honest with your brother and ummu if I don't really want to divorce, I'm forced to do it because you forced me."

"You're wishy-washy," I muttered as he actually left.

He smiled instead, turned his back, gave a flaying kiss, then waved his hand. I drove him to the door.

...~Tbc~...