Forced to Share a Bed
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'Ting tong.' The intercom goes off again.

"Waduh Dai, there's a guest. Where's the cave?" Sister Listi panicked.

"Sister, Brother just calm down, what's it for? Brother, my guest."

"Unusual Dai. The cave must converge, how about if that comes your man or the lady Goddess?! Iyyy, spooky cave, Dai."

'Track.'

Because I opened it a long time ago. Door opens. Obviously who's coming must be Mr. Zulfikar. Because only he knows the password besides me.

"Well, Dai. Clown it, cave."

Sister Listi sculpting. Directly pretentious. Sitting on the sofa in a sweet style. In fact, previously had a jump on the sofa.

"Assalamu'alaikuum," said Mr. Zulfikar. When he saw Brother Listi, his gaze was immediately cold.

"Wa'alaikumusalaam," I approached, taking his bag. Then grab her hand for me to experience.

"Welcome, sir. Hehehe, I just got here. Get my phone, so I'm here." Sister Listi lied.

"Oh, thank you for accompanying my wife. Now you can go" he said. Hugging me. Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed.

"Sir, I still want to talk to Sister Listi. Can you if he comes home last night?"

"Oh, whatever."

He's so stiff. I'm getting a little upset. Misti grinned the horse when Mr. Zulfikar went to the room leaving us.

"Dai, that's right. Cave mending home." Sister Listi getting ready.

"So, what's the rush?"

"Dai, don't you see what rich man your face is? Obviously, he doesn't like me. Spooky cave look at his cold face. The handsome is handsome, but it's not cold and it's also a lot of times."

"Sister, Mr. Zulfikar is good."

"Yes, the cave knows, Dai. He's the boss of the cave, too. But he's good just as you are. Already, the cave home." Sister Listi is really getting ready. He's already put his socks back on.

"Lu if there's anything quickly contact the cave. Oiya Dai, you must be patient huh. Your position is not very profitable. If you don't know the story, you will hate it. Gua advice, let's say the Goddess bu is good and willing to accept you, you must remain careful, okay?" while hugging me.

"Yes, brother," I answered softly.

"Dai, Miss Dewi and Mr. Zulfikar have shares in several famous Indonesian television. You don't be rash. Because, if you're wrong just a little, who hates you can be all Indonesian."

"Yes Brother." I smiled bitterly. From the beginning, I knew myself. Mother Goddess of pearls, while I .. I was just a piece of sand.

Sister Listipun left after taking some snacks from the refrigerator. Even when I was in the boarding house, he was, if there was something in my refrigerator he liked, it would have been taken. Later, he suddenly bought me a bag, a jibab, and others. In fact, I never asked for it.

"Gua go first, be careful, Dai. Mr. Director see you're rich cat garong see pepes fish, hahaha," said Kak Listi before he left.

I was quiet, but pinching Misti's cheek. I'm taking Misti's brother to the front of the elevator.

...***...

When I went into the room, I didn't see Mr. Zulfikar. There's only his work coat hanging in the hanger. I looked for him in the bathroom. The bathroom was open, and there was no one there.

"Sir Zufikar," call me. Seriously, I'm panicking.

"Boooooo!"

Directly holding my chest. I was worried that I was against him.

Zulfikar sir?

As the wind from outside blew slightly, the balcony curtains revealed. And I saw him daydreaming on the balcony. Looking at the far away nun with her blank look.

Although this heart was afraid, I forced myself to come closer. I walked slowly, looking down, focusing on the floor I was on.

"A-you're here? I was looking for you, Father," I said.

This body is starting to feel weak. Seriously, looking out a little, it made me feel like the floor I stepped on was a little crackling.

"I-I'm sitting down, sir. I'm scared." I immediately squatted down as he turned my head.

"Why come here?" tanyakanya. Look back there. He daydreams again.

"Sir, I-I thought you were daydreaming, so-so I was worried," I explained as I turned my head to look at her.

"Yes, I was daydreaming, I was confused, baby. Hmm," he sighed. Keep staring there.

"Sir, w-what can I do to help you? Is your confusion the result of my existence?" I keep looking at him. These eyes begin to glaze over.

"Hanine."

Mr. Zulfikar squatted down, and then cleaned my dusty knees. Since it never goes to the balcony, the floor is a little dirty.

"Sorry sir, I-I've never been here. Never been here, ta-fear," I said.

"It's okay, baby. I'll have people clean the balcony. Emm, all the nuts."

"Don't daydream sir. What else is here. I'm afraid you're getting into demons."

"What?" She smiles.

"Keep, if I've been possessed by a demon, do you think I'll jump?"

"Ehm, not really. But, it's better not to daydream, right?" my exposition.

"Hmm, yeah. Yes, I have, sorry. Let's talk inside." In holding my hand.

"Stand slowly." I'm obeying. Stand up slowly while he is still squatting.

"aaa! What do you want?!"

I was shocked because she suddenly revealed my skirt. I hit her shoulder.

"I want to see, are you wearing a stunner or not? Uh, apparently wear. Yeah, let's go inside." He stood up, then led me inside.

"W-what? So just for that? It makes no sense to check my skirt all of a sudden! On the balcony again!" grumbling, annoyed. Shocked, right?

"Sorry baby, I don't think you're wearing a stitch. It used to be, if not wear it, want---." He did not continue his words. And I don't want to ask why.

Arriving at the room, I immediately opened the tie. His shirt.

Deg, my hand stopped for a moment. There was another sign of love on his chest. It's so red and so red. The sign is more than one.

Then something hit my chest. With a slightly trembling hand, I continued unbuttoning. I was pretending not to see it. I must know myself, if the one who is entitled to his body is not just me. There's another woman besides me. There's the Goddess's mom.

It was precisely I who was suddenly present and asked for the rights of others. Until I opened the belt, this hand was still trembling. I'm guessing they've been making love in the office. Imagining that, this hand trembled. My head is down.

"Darling, why?" Mr. Zulfikar held my hand.

"It's okay."

"Did you see the mark on my body? Hanne ...." He then lifted my head. Both of his hands cupped my cheeks.

"If I look, why?" I said, turning my eyes away.

"Hanin, look at me baby. When you see it, you feel ordinary? W-Is there not the slightest feeling of jealousy? I-I and the Goddess do that baby. K-we fucked. Emm, in-in-the-office. Are you really not jealous?" his insistence.

What does he mean he said that? What's to make me hurt more?

"No Sir! I'm not jealous! Why am I jealous?! I know my position! I'm just your mistress' wife! Only the wife of the series will never even be looked at by your family! You shouldn't have to explain it! Huuus." I said no jealousy but my tone was high and I cried too.

"Dear, sorry." Mr. Zulfikar.

"I said it because I wish you were jealous. If you're jealous, that means, you love me, Hanin."

"Mr ...." I looked at him fixedly.

"It's not that I don't want to love you, but ...."

"But what is Hanin? So, do you really love me?"

"Sir, I-I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"If I love you, I'm afraid this heart is getting hurt. If I love you, I'm afraid you're desperate, then leave the Goddess's mother for me the woman is nothing compared to the Goddess's mother really no end to her nails, huuks ...," my clear.

"Hanine ...." He held me tight.

"Huuu, l-don't until you take off the pearl that's already in your hands for the sake of the stone is worthless like me."

"No Hanin. Don't say that. To me, you are the most beautiful. In my heart .. you are precious Hanin. You are more than anything, to me you are everything, Hanindiya."

"No Sir! Don't be stupid!" my dispute. I broke away from her arms.

"Hanin" he said.

"Can I tell you not to love me?"

"Could only. But, I will still love you" he replied.

"Sir, please think about your future and your family! You are not an ordinary person. Remember Sir, what you do can have an impact on your company and your family. Don't let you sacrifice the happiness of many people just for my sake! Just for the sake of venting your lust on my body!" I was firm while wiping away tears.

"Hanine! You're so fucking stupid to say that!" snapped it. Holding my wrist tight.

"But what I said was true, right?!" I shouted while trying to pull his hand away.

"Hanine! Listen yeah! Lust and love are different! Don't talk about my feelings!" He held me stronger, even in pain.

"Deliver! You hurt my hand! I just thought that if my face was ugly, very fat, my body was not like this, and my skin was not as white and smooth as this, maybe you would not lust and immediately divorce me! Yeah, right?" accuse me again.

"Geto!" he shouted while slashing my hand. Mr. Zulfikar seems very angry.

"What if I like your body, huhh?! What's wrong if I do admire all the things that your body has?! I'm a normal guy, Hanindiya! I'm not blind! I can see that you are beautiful and sexy! Satisfied you?!" his yell.

I looked down, crying, holding my stomach and hoping that this fight would not have a bad effect on my pregnancy.

"You should know, Hanin! I love you not for the pleasure of your body! There is another taste that is more valuable than that! Honestly, I really like your beautiful body! But besides, I also like your temperament, your appearance, your personality, and your speech! Besides, I like your family too! Understand?!" his yell.

"Sir ...," lirihku. I know he's offended. I regretted.

"If only for the sake of lust! If I wanted to, I could pay a lot of bad girls or women to be my slave! But I didn't because I had a religion! And I was also educated to be a civilized and moral human being!"

"Sir, sorry. It's too wide, I'm ti--."

No intention of offending you all the way to that direction, I continued inwardly as he interrupted me.

"I was even a virgin when I fucked you! Don't you think because a lot of money I can be that low! Yes, go ahead if you want to accuse me of being a maniac! But you should know that I'm just obsessed with your body! Take that, Hanindiya!" he screamed again while breathing.

"Sir, you misunderstood. I know you're a good man and come from a good family. Sir, I'm sorry if any of my words offended you." I approached.

But Mr. Zulfikar passed, and he quickly left me. He exited the room and closed the door with maximum force.

'BRUGH.'

I jumped so shocked.

"Sir!"

I chased him to the door. Then weep and cry. How stupid is this. My husband just got home from work, but .. I offended him so much he got angry.

I caughtup. It's up to him to be angry. Most importantly, I should be the first to apologize.

"Sir Zulfikar, sir!" call me.

In the living room, I didn't find him. I went to the gym, he wasn't there either. I ran into the kitchen.

...***...

"Sir, I-I'm sorry." He just shut up.

"A-What do you want to eat? I-I made it," I bargained. He's staying quiet.

"I-I make orange juice yeah."

I immediately opened the refrigerator. Take three oranges to squeeze.

Then I pulled out a chair to pick up the blender located in the top row of the nightstand.

He glanced as I climbed into the chair. I tiptoed to take it. Seriously, it's a little hard.

Mr. Zulfikar stared at my feet, he stared from the bottom up. She noticed my skirt which of course was getting lifted as I tiptoed.

"Down!" his yell.

"I-I want to take the blender, sir."

"Hanine! I said down, yes down!" She pulled my skirt to the point of sagging. Fortunately I wear a stitch.

"Sir! Why pull my skirt?!" Obviously I'm upset.

"Are you going to go up to your chair and tiptoe so I can see your legs and thighs?!" his yell. His eyes focused on my lower body.

"Astaghfirullah, sir. You're exaggerating!"

I don't care, keep taking the blender without putting my skirt back on. It's good that he said I was teasing him! Obviously, I just want to take a blender. Basic men!

"Haish, Hanindiya! You are --." He's grinding his teeth. Then ....

'PLAQUE.' He stood up and hit my ass.

"Awh! Zukfikar sir! Why the hell are you?!"

I'm appalled. Hugging the blender while widening the eyes.

"Why did you say?! Your appearance pierced my eyes! You're not conscious?!" his yell.

"What?!" I'm going down slowly. He spontaneously pulled me down from the chair.

"Be careful!" his jolt.

I put the belender on the dining table. Then leave.

"Hanine! Where are you going?!" his yell.

I just shut up. Thank goodness he didn't catch up with me. I went to my room to change my shirt for this with a robe. I even wear a veil.

Then back to the kitchen.

...***...

"Ha-hanin?" Mr. Zulfikar gawking.

"Where are you going?!" Holding my hand.

"Not going anywhere!" my ketus.

"Why wear this shirt?" His tone began to fall.

"Fear accused of flirting with you again" I replied. Then peel the orange and don't care.

"W-what? Hanin, b u g i l also you are halal as long as it is in front of me," he said sambi approached.

"Would you use ice not juice?" I switched the conversation.

"Hanin, open the robe, put that shirt on, okay?" Now he hugs me.

"No way!" my firmness.

"So you wanted to apologize, right? Okay, I forgive you, but don't accuse me of being reckless anymore" he said. Sighs and sits back.

"Thank you for forgiving me. Here's jus. Sure you don't want to use ice?" I served.

"No need, baby, the orange's from the fridge, right?"

Now call baby again. Maybe not angry.

"Emm, W-What do you want to eat?" As a result of the effects of the squabble, I became stiff.

"I want to eat out" he said.

"Oh," timpal.

"Just like you," he added.

"W-what?" I'm shocked.

"Mama invited me and the Goddess to dinner, and I. I daydreamed because I thought of that. I'm afraid your mom hurt your feelings. So, I'm daydreaming."

"Is that so? Q-What if I don't have to come?"

"Hanin," approaching. Holding my hand.

"I can't hide you forever. Hanin, you're not my mistress. You are the wife I love. I deserve to fight for whatever I want to have. I want to have you completely. Yes, I already have you. But, I also want people to know that you are mine."

I'm silent, I'm not ready to meet Mr. Zulfikar's mama.

"Sir, I-I'm scared, I'm not confident."

"Hanin, I'm scared too, I'm not confident either. But ... Because I love you so much, I'll hit whatever the obstacle is."

"Sir, it doesn't need to be like this. I'm loved you've been grateful. I'm willing to do anything as long as your relationship and your family are okay. Don't let my existence tarnish the good name of you and your family."

"I'm okay not recognized. As long as you and your family are not at odds because of me. Sir, until this second, I am indeed still hesitant to declare love to you. But ... I'm willing to do anything for your good and happiness even by hurting my own feelings" I explained, tearfully.

"Sa-honey .. I can't possibly forever hurt your feelings." Mr. Zulfikar grabbed my body. He hugged me and was silent for a while.

I could hear his rapid breathing and roaring. She was like holding back a cry that stifled her chest. I returned his embrace.

If she knew I was pregnant, would she be happy? Can my pregnancy reduce her sadness?

But .. I'm not sure.

What if my pregnancy is getting worse?

"Darling, we're ready. We're going to the Muslim boutique."

"To the boutique? For what, sir?"

"You must wear classy clothes."

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w?"

"Dear, she's definitely going to her boutique."

"Father did not accompany Miss Dewi to the boutique?"

"I want him to accompany you."

"Can't be, sir. You have to be fair."

"Hanin, today I've given her a born and inner living. Now it's my turn to be with you" he said.

"That's it, what to the boutique is a must? If you don't have to, can't you go to the store if you don't need to? Your buying clothes are still a lot that I haven't worn."

"But baby, I want you to wear special clothes."

"Sir, all your gifts are special. No need to go to the store."

"Emm," she rolled her eyeballs. Was thinking.

"Okay, we're not going to the boutique. As long as you please do something for me."

"L-something? Wh-what's that? I have to do what?"

Seriously, my mind has gone everywhere. I was thinking I should do that again. This embarrassing scene this morning.

"Please refuse to meet clients with my client."

Oh, it's not what I thought.

Astarghfirullah's. What happened to my imaginary world?

It seems to have started to get contaminated.

"Darling, why daydream?"

"Emm, I-I'm sorry, why does Mr. Aryo have to meet a client with me?"

"Honey, you just refuse. I don't want you to meet a male client. Where's the widower again. She's a widower with one baby. That said, he is also looking for a future wife," he said.

"O-yes?" I smile at the smile.

"Promise to reject it?"

"Don't I have to be professional?"

"Dear, but I don't like."

"Let's see, if I did, I'd like to meet a client, I'd come with Misti."

Mr. Zulfikar fell silent.

"Alright, I thought again. Now, I want that juice," he said.

"Please." I brought the glass of juice closer to him.

"You are being fed" he said again.

"okay." I grabbed the spoon.

"Don't use a spoon" he protested.

"okay." I took out a glass of juice, then brought it close to her lips.

"It's not like this Hanin."

"Huhuh? Then what's it like, sir?"

"I want to drink juice from your lips. From your mouth dear," she said with a smile.

"What-what?!" My eyes blinked repeatedly.

"Quick do it baby, can't you do it? If I can't, what do I need to teach?" Opening my veil.

"W-what?"

I'm still confused. It's too dramatic and far-fetched. I can't imagine what it's like to juice orange mouth to mouth. Geez, I'm pounding. I'm ashamed to do it, but .. I'm curious.

"Let's dong darling," he urged.

I was breathing.

Should this drama end in a romantic scene?

...~Tbc~...

...Come on yuk! Does Neng Daini want to do Mr Zulfikar's wish? About, what kind of first impression mama Yuze had on meeting Neng Daini? Uhh, so it's getting curious....

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