Forced to Share a Bed
Assistant Manager

"Haniiin, you're okay, right? Don't worry me."

Zulfikar's pal is still behind the door.

"I'm okay, really," I replied.

"If it's okay to open the door, I'll take a shower, too" he said.

The dilemma increases. When I shower with her, I worry that she's messing with my body again. But I took a shower.

So, what about this test?

I'm back to thinking. Yes, this pregnancy is not necessarily true. I need to make sure again. If not wrong, there could be certain conditions that cause a positive test two even though it is not actually pregnancy. I still hope this assessment is wrong.

"Darling? Hani."

'Tok tock.'

Finally in this panic, I decided to keep these two positive tests a secret on Mr. Zulfikar. I'll say it later once I'm sure and ready.

I don't want this to cause any new problems and burden Mr. Zulfikar. I am also not sure if Miss Dewi really sincerely share the bed with me.

Although he refused Mr. Zulfikar to divorce me, but if the alleged lawyer is right if Miss Dewi wants revenge, it means that my existence on the side of the Goddess maam will be threatened.

If Miss Dewi doesn't like me, the biggest possibility is that she doesn't like my pregnancy either. Right, I have to redress it for the sake of this baby's safety.

I don't want to be so bad, but being vigilant is necessary, right?

Yes, Mr. Zulfikar can indeed protect my pregnancy, but he is not necessarily able to keep this pregnancy a secret from the mother Goddess. Because after all the Goddess is his wife. The wife he loves, as well as the wife of pride that is approved by his family. In the eyes of Mr. Zulfikar's parents, the position of the Goddess ma'am was clearly more valuable than me.

"Yes, sir."

I opened the door after washing the test and hid it behind a small towel that was coiled around my head.

"Why did you open the door for so long?" protest as he entered the bathroom.

"Emm, that's the responsibility, sir." I tried to hide the panic by spreading a smile.

"Well, you're done with the bath?" She hugged me. Sniffing my neck.

"Come," he praised.

"I-iya Sir. I-I'm done. Excuse me," I broke his hand.

"Wait for Hanin, I want this first," she held me back.

"Ma-want what? Don't sir.. ma-still be sick, a little sore," I lamented.

"Hahaha, your mind is perverted as well" he accused. While hugging me back.

"Sir, I-this is good?"

"Hahaha, kidding dear. I don't want anything." He's unwinded. I immediately ran towards the water tap that was devoted to ablution.

Mr. Zulfikar looked at me as I wudhu. He breathed as I washed my feet. I don't know what he's thinking. And I hope the test doesn't fall out of my head.

Finished wudhu I rushed over, getting out of the bathroom in a hurry. I wrapped the testpek in a tissue, then hid it under the bed.

I quickly put on my clothes. Then hold two prayer mats for me and Mr. Zulfikar. After performing the circumcision prayer, I prostrated myself on the prayer mat while pouring out my complaints. I ask His help for the twists and turns of my life.

I don't feel these tears flowing back. I suddenly regretted everything. I regretted it after searching for a lot of information about Antasena's extended family. I fear that my existence is considered to be a thorn in the lives of those who look so perfect and coveted.

I should have taken money from Mr. Zulfikar and not asked him to marry me. Now, I feel the consequences. I was caught in a trap I set myself. I lifted my head from my bow and raised my hand and cried again.

Then think again about the two-line test.

Am I really pregnant? Do I really have Antasena's offspring? Will everything be better with my pregnancy?

O Allah, this is too sudden, I fear Lord, please take my hand, O King of the universe, that I may be patient and strong in the face of all this. Aamiins.

I rubbed my face. Simultaneously, Zulfikar sir came out of the bathroom. I spontaneously looked. He was very fresh, from head to toe looking as if he was flawless.

She took the key in the dresser drawer. Sure enough, the locked cupboard turned out to contain his clothes.

"Wanna watch me change my clothes?" chirping.

"W-what? N-no," I spontaneously turned my face away. He could think like that. He wears a black peci. How handsome. Again, I glanced at him.

"I prayed circumcision first, have you?"

"Already" I replied.

I watched his every move until it was over. After the prayer, Zulfikar prayed for a long time. But I can't hear his prayer. After that, he turned his body. Staring at me with teary eyes.

"Why?" my many.

"It's okay." Smilingly.

"Would you like to pay a salary?"

I'm nodding.

"I want to listen, can't I sleep on your lap?"

"What?"

I doubt. But before I said another sentence, he had already laid his head on my lap.

"If I fall asleep, it's okay, right? Later in the morning, Dawn wake up, yes" he said. His head tilted to the right, facing my stomach. And I was shocked because he rubbed my stomach.

"If you get pregnant, this belly will grow. Hahaha, it must be funny," he said. Revealing her face and covering her head with mine.

"Sir, I'll abort my ablution" I protested.

"It won't be, baby. Promises will not touch your skin. You're also wearing clothes," he said.

"Yes, it's up to you."

Than talk a lot. I better start paying. I chanted Al-Fatihah's letter, Mr. Zul's head was not stirred. There are two possibilities, he listened, or even fell asleep.

"Your voice is melodious" he praised as I finished my reading.

Apparently he's not sleeping. I then opened my face. He closed his eyes. Either sleep for real or pretend. I stared at her wet hair and her white, clean and healthy earlobes.

I wanted to stroke her hair, but .. I didn't have the courage. But he pulled my hand and put it on his head.

"Belai dong dear. Her handsome husband's time is taken anyway," she said. Oh my God, he's spoiled. While with the Goddess ma'am, she was probably more spoiled than this.

His words made my heart shake. I slowly pulled her hair. If he really loved me, if only I was in his heart, a moment like this would make me very happy. I immediately wiped my tears so as not to fall on her cheek.

He slept in my lap, even to the point of snoring. I stroked her earlobes while holding back a cry. This cry came from my turbulent inner war of not being able to put a taste to her yet.

If I'm pregnant, that means .. I can't get it from this guy.

O God, is this the answer to my prayers? Is pregnancy the answer?

Test, my tears are dripping. Falling right on his cheek. Unconsciously my head ran slowly, then kissed his cheek. I was surprised by what I did. Fortunately Mr. Zulfikar did not know because he was sleeping.

How long will this feeling continue to pester me? How long can I hide this from the public? Especially from Misty. Since I don't host anymore. He always asks, where am I? With who? Am I sick and all.

Misti must have felt strange about my change in attitude. If I were honest with him, would he believe it? Will he be on my side?

If she knew I lived in an apartment this luxurious, she might think I was a mistress. Even if I say this is the apartment he gave me, he would definitely not believe it.

Then Adzan Fajr mumbled. I woke her up while continuing to look around and stroked her hair.

"Sir, wake. Adzan already," I said.

But he's flinching.

"Sir" I pressed his cheek. Stay unmoved. Just pinch it to wake up fast.

"Awh, Hanin, is that husband's waking up? Kiss dong." He fell flat, then poked his lips.

"Awh awh," I said. Suddenly tingling.

"Are you okay?"

He woke up and was shocked.

"I-i'm tingling. Ah, I-don't touch my feet!" my yelling.

I grimaced. Too long bending and load head pack Zulfikarlah cause tingling this.

"Sorry Hanin, but it has to be recommended so that the blood circulation is smooth." He pulled my leg.

"Awh, a-uh ...." I'm still grimacing.

"Let me see, I'm wiping ya." He opened my face under me and stroked my feet.

"Sir, please don't touch. It will also heal itself" I protested.

"Geez, I'm sorry it's because of me. I just kiss you. May I kiss her, her tingling will heal quickly.

"W-what? N-no need sir, ja--- mmph ...."

He's so naughty! I kissed my lips. Where I can't run anymore. He even pressed my chin until my lips opened. For a moment, I stumbled inside her pagutan. I pinched her shoulder hard so she could take me off.

"It's healed?" he rubbed his lips and smiled.

"It's over!" ketusku while leaving him to immediately abode. He followed me while chuckling.

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After the dawn prayer, he immediately prepared and said goodbye. He said he wanted to follow the Goddess to his parents' house.

"I will persuade the Goddess that she would undo her intention to live one roof with you. Pray yes, may the Goddess be used by her heart" she said as I helped her put on the tie.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"Don't forget to eat and take the medicine, if there's anything quickly call. Don't make me feel unsettled."

"Yes, sir."

"Emm, if I manage to persuade the Goddess, chances are, for the next week, I won't see you. It's okay, right?"

I'm nodding. Do I forbid it? As Siri's wife, I can only resign.

"I will also make plans to discuss this marriage with my mom and dad. I have to say it first before the Goddess tells my mom and dad," she explained.

"Yes, sir."

"Hanin, why 'yes sir-yes sir' mulu? Don't you have any suggestions or ideas?"

"Hmm" he sighed, then hugged me.

"As long as I don't see you, don't miss me too much. At the office we can still see each other. When the apple, we can also look at it from a distance, emm .. or I will tell you to go to my room to do something" he said. He's very confident.

"Who misses you too? Me? I won't!" my toilet. While releasing himself from his arms.

"Related?" tanyakanya.

"Related," I answered steadily. In fact, I'm not really sure.

Finally, he actually left after showering my face with a kiss. Funny thing is, he also kissed my stomach while saying ....

"God willing, the seed that I have shed, will grow well in your womb. Aamiin's."

After the apartment door closes. I rubbed my stomach. Sadness immediately struck after his death.

Have I fallen in love with her? No, that can't happen.

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Right now, I'm in the office. Soon morning apple. Misti kept on wriggling on my shoulders. He also asked me a lot of questions.

"Lu where are you now, Dai? Please don't be a cat anymore. The daini I know feels lost in the earth. This one is like everyone else" said Misti. He took my hand to the morning apple.

"Hehe, I'm fine, brother. I'll tell you later" I whispered.

"Where do you say you live at, Dai? If again upset, the confused cave wants to be made as close as anyone," he said with a frown.

Then we all bowed our bodies as company leaders passed by. There was a Zulfikar sir among them. And that guy didn't look at me at all. He was seriously chatting while walking with the executive director, Mr. Aryo Antasena.

"Dai, do you know yet that Caca's mom wants to be mutated to another division?" ask sister Listi.

"Not yet to know, brother. I just heard from Brother. Then there will be a replacement for Caca dong."

"Yes must be Dai. But the candidate is still a secret, you know, the cave asks the same questions no one else knows."

"Oh, so yeah."

"The cave is a bit strange Dai. In performance, Caca is good. But it's mutated."

"Huss, don't guess, brother. Besides, Caca's mom was mutated, not fired," I said.

"Hmm, yeah. So curious, what's our new manager like? Hope it's as friendly and kind as Caca's mom."

"Aamiin," timpal.

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After arriving at the morning apple area, as usual, my sister and I always took a line at the very back. Then the high-ranking men came. I stole a look at my husband. No, he meant the Director. He looks the flashy and most handsome.

Then, unexpectedly, Mr. Zulfikar turned to me as well. For a second we met with a glance. I quickly turned my face away when the apple started.

Now, it's time for Mr. Aryo to give input. We all listen.

"Previously, for Ms. Caca as a quality division manager, please come forward," said Mr. Aryo. Ms. Caca came forward with a smile.

"Today, we're going to have a new manager for the quality division who will replace Bu Caca."

Mr. Zulfikar looks surprised. But he's quiet. Yes, it's an apple. Not meetings. Obviously there were no question and answer sessions and interruptions.

"I'm sorry if this decision is sudden. I just got this news myself this morning. Since Mr. Marcellino is assigned to head the project at the new retail, then Bu Caca will replace Mr. Marcellino to be a manager in the administrative and financial division."

"And that will replace Bu Caca is .. emm .. our Director's wife. Miss Dewi Laksmi," explained Mr. Aryo.

"Waah," the audience chuckled in shock as well as in awe.

I'm looking in disbelief. I glanced at Mr. Zulfikar, he bowed.

I don't know if Mr. Zulfikar knows this or not. I'm nervous. I suddenly felt that this policy was intentionally made to pressure me.

No, I can't be so bad.

"Unfortunately madam Dewi has not been able to follow the morning apple. But he will work from today. For all the quality division staff, I ask for cooperation," added Mr. Aryo.

I'm trying to calm down. I hid my worries by listening to a speech as white as betel from Caca's mom.

The morning apple activity finally ended at 08.00 WIB. I went back hand in hand with Misti's sister to the elevator.

"Wah Dai, don't think yes, ma'am Dewi wants to be our manager? I read her profile in a magazine. He said he was not interested in entering the business world like his parents. That's why I chose to be a teacher. Hmm, maybe change your mind times yes," said Mr. Listi.

"Everyone has the right to make a choice for his life" I said.

"Aren't you, Dai? How come the cave suddenly gets creepy anyway? The cave is the loudest. If the manager is bu Dewi, where dare the cave noisily again. Well, my freedom will be rich" said Brother Listi. I responded with a bland smile.

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Set us up in the quality division room. Directly to each cubicle and busy tidying it up. I was also busy arranging the plants that decorated my cubicles.

"Good morning everyone."

Suddenly Ms. Tania came into our room. Ms. Tania is Zulfikar's secretary.

"Mother as well" answered us in unison.

"I came here just to let you know that the Goddess will be here soon. You have to make sure your table is clean of items that are not liked by the Goddess."

My sister and I looked at each other.

"There's no food in your cubicles. If there is, try to hide it first in the bag. Yes, here Miss Dewi is only a manager, but you have to remember that her papi ma'am Dewi is a member of the supervisory board of this company. You understand?"

"Yes ma'am," again, we answered in unison.

"Mother Goddess will be here with the Director, prepare everything yes. Don't embarrass this division." After that, Ms. Tania rushed away. We looked at each other.

I immediately put a jar of raisins and dried dates into my bag. Hands sweating. There is a feeling of worry and fear in this niche of the heart.

Especially when Miss Dewi and Mr. Zufikar really entered our room.

"Good morning, Mrs Manager. Good morning Mr. Director," we're lining up to greet him.

Mr. Zulfikar holding the hand of the Goddess maam, his face looks cold and unfriendly. Likewise with the Goddess maam, she circulated her gaze and stared cynically at me. I'm down.

"Whose table is this? There are all plants. Please keep the plant under the table!" her word. In front of the cubicle, my full name was written.

"That's my desk, ma'am. B-well, I'll clean it up, "I'll immediately move my houseplants under the table.

"Mas, I need an assistant, can't one of my staff be an assistant?"

"There is no need for love, Caca also works without an assistant" replied Zulfikar. We are just listeners.

"Bu Caca is different from me, Mom. Anyway I want an assistant."

"It's up to you." Mr. Zulfikar sighed. But he didn't look at me.

"Emm, I want you to be my assistant," pointed at me.

"W-what? I-i?" I'm appalled.

"Yes, you. You're not a problem, are you?"

"No-no Ma'am. I-I don't matter." I wave. Holding the side of my skirt.

"Wi, he's the newest staff, if possible not him. Find a more competent one," interrupted Zulfikar sir.

"No problem, Mama. I still want him. Competence can be improved over time and a lot of practice. I'm interested to see him, Mas. It looks very religious. It must be very pious and holy huh, hahaha," he said.

Mr. Zulfikar fell silent. Others even laughed. The one who doesn't laugh is just Misti. I'm getting down. I feel laughed at. They probably didn't mean to laugh at me.

"If a woman like her is my assistant, I don't have to be afraid of you being teased by her, Mas. In general, I know, the time is so the actor, hahaha," he added.

"Haha."

"Haha."

The laughter re-echoed, I lowered my head until my chin stuck to my chest. My eyes are beginning to shed tears.

No, I can't cry.

"Hows it? Are you willing to be my assistant?"

"Prepared, Mom," I replied with a bow.

"Yes, now you get me some food in the cafeteria. I haven't had breakfast," as I passed into his room.

The other staff stared at each other.

"Wi, the assistant manager doesn't do such a job. If you want to eat, just call the cafeteria," said Mr. Zulfikar.

"Mas, how come you're busy anyway?!"

"Mom, I'll do whatever Mom orders. What do you want to eat?"

I don't want any misunderstandings, suspicions, or arguments in this room. I better give up for the good of everyone.

"Good, please find out for yourself my favorite food. If it's not in the cafeteria, look outside" he said.

"I'm sorry Mom, can I accompany Daini?" sela sela listi.

"can't. Others, let's get on with your work" he said.

I rushed to the cafeteria and of course could not hear any more of the conversations that were taking place in the quality division.

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Along the way to the canteen, my heart slipped. The decision accompanied my steps. What the lawyers and the police are expecting will actually happen.

Patience Daini, everything that happens must have a silver lining. And you must believe that God will not give trials beyond the limits of His servant.

I motivate myself while walking fast.

But suddenly I felt my head dizzy and my eyes twitching. I can't seem to keep my body balanced. My sight was dark for a moment. I felt my body drift, fall, and forget everything.

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