Forced to Share a Bed
Avoiding Your Shadow

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

I hugged this plastic souvenir while staring confusedly at that magnificent house. The garden in this house is like a national flower garden. Very broad. I don't know how many flowers are planted here. This park is so beautiful. In each corner is decorated with beautiful garden lights with different colors.

Really, I feel so insecure.

Do I have to hold on for this kid I'm carrying? Or just go and support myself without any help? If I don't go back to Bandung and don't work in Zulfikar's office, can I survive?

Anxiety struck, looking at the reporters and seeing this splendor, I became more and more aware that I was not worthy of being with him at all. Their wealth was beyond my expectations. Imagine, the garden lights are made of crystal. I can't imagine how magnificent the interior of the house is. This is not a house, this is a palace.

If my presence is a source of trouble, if my existence can cause Mr. Zulfikar and his family to be in harmony, if I cause suffering for the Goddess, then why don't I just leave? Why am I forcing myself to endure?

Even if Mr. Zulfikar doesn't divorce me, can't I go alone?

Currently, the status of the divorce is no longer important. I also have been pregnant. Without any status, when people see my pregnancy, they'll know I'm married.

Right, I gotta go. I can use my savings to survive and open a small business. I must dare to take a stand for the good of Mr. Zulfikar.

If Mr. Zulfikar sincerely loves me, at least, I should repay his love in a way that does not cause him any trouble.

Bismillah, I hope my departure is the best solution to this problem. I moved, carrying the pudding and the cystic I made.

"Sir Zulfikar, I'm sorry .... I can't be with you. I'm too scared of your family" I muttered while wailing to find a way out.

I snuck, but I got caught in the end too. Yes, I can't possibly escape the house with this kind of super tight guard.

"I'm sorry, didn't you just come with Mr Zulfikar?" accuse a security officer. The others looked at me from top to bottom.

"Yes, Sir. I-I was here with Mr. Zulfikar. I ... I ...." Thinking hard to give them a reason.

"Emm, I-I'm a catering employee. Come here with Mr. Zulfikar because he happened to meet at the catering place. I'm dropping this off, sir."

Thankfully, suddenly there was an idea. I handed the plastic pudding and cystic to the father who was talking to Mr. Zulfikar.

"Oh, so. You didn't come in first?" tanyakanya.

"No-no Sir. It's already paid. I'm just going to go home. But forgot the way out, sir. The house is too big" I said with a smile. I hope no one suspects. O Lord, I ask for Your protection.

"Let me drop off, Ma'am." The man who looked at me offered help.

Alhamdulillahot.

"Thank you, sir." I stalked the father.

Finally, I arrived at the exit gate. So far away, my feet until it feels sore. It's worth seeing a row of bicycles. I believe the bike is for workers to use.

"Where are you going, Ma'am?" The security guard looked different. Sorry, I didn't think wrong. Just be vigilant.

"Far away, sir."

"Want me to drop off?"

"No need, sir. I'm gonna be picked up by my husband in a minute, okay." I pretended to play a cell phone. In fact, I turned off the phone so that Mr. Zulfikar did not call me.

"Oh, are you married? Kirain is still a girl, ma'am."

Right? This man seems to have wanted. I pretended not to hear.

"Honey, where are you? I'm at the gate of Aksa's house" I said.

The story is on a phone call with my husband. I hope the father leaves quickly. Honey, he doesn't care. Even said ....

"I'll accompany you until her husband comes." Keep staring.

"Soni, we are all told to gather by Mr. Zulfikar" exclaimed a security officer who came running and looked panicked.

"Oh my goodness, what's wrong? Okay, I'm going there. Ma'am, I stay yes, greetings to your husband. Don't forget to report to me that her husband is fierce" he said before running and leaving.

I feel bad, I'm afraid Mr. Zulfikar called security to look for me. Heart's pounding. Immediately walk quickly to the end of the road. I was hoping to find an ojek I could ride. Unfortunately, there is no motorcycle in this area

"How is this?" I'm flustered.

Even if I call Listi, it will be useless because the house of Misti and this area is very far away. I finally continued down the main road to reach the highway. I didn't book a vehicle online for fear of being called by Mr. Zulfikar when I activated the phone.

Oh my God, I'm exhausted. From Mr. Zulfikar's house to the highway turned out to be far away as well. I didn't realize it because I was in a car. My tears spontaneously broke. This chest feels tight. Again, I regret my decision to marry.

Because I'm getting tired. I sat on the sidewalk. Cold sweat soaked my temples. The sweat came down the cheek and mixed with tears.

"Ammi .. abah .... If I go home and stay home to run a fish farm, what can I do? Jakarta turned out to be very hard." I lowered my head, my knees became focused.

At a time like this, I was expecting the presence of Mr. Zulfikar. I left because I wanted to get away from her life. I turned my head, looking at the moon shining brightly.

But, if I stop working, Misti will definitely find out where I am. If Misti doesn't find me, he'll definitely call abah and ummi. If ummi and you know my problems, I'm afraid to burden them.

Especially burdening the ummi. Ummi has a history of heart disease, I can't possibly aggravate ummi's disease with my problems. In the past, ummi never collapsed heart after hearing uncle died. Therefore, we and our family always try to maintain the feeling of ummi.

Thank God, when Zulfikar and I revealed that fact, ummi was fine.

"Ummi, huks." I miss her caresses and her cuddles.

Suddenly, an online object flashed by. God, this is His help. Alhamdulillah.

"Sir" call me. He seems to have dropped off passengers.

"Yes, Neng?" Aih, call me neng, the father must be Sundanese.

Do I look so young? How can you call me Neng?

"I want a manual order, sir. My HP is dead." Sorry I lied.

"Geez, I'm shocked, Neng. These nights there are angels hanging out. Had seen Neng's feet first, afraid not to step, hahaha," he said.

"Ih, ari the Father. Tiasa you? (Can't you?)," I asked.

"Eleuh, Sundanese, Neng? Tiasa atuh geulis (can dong beautiful)," he replied. This guy is a little unsettling too. But, I have no other choice. Forced to ride a motorcycle taxi with a male driver for the first time. In fact, usually always ride a special ojek akhwat.

"Bade kamana, Neng? (Where are you going, Neng?)"

"To the apartment ...." Name the apartment I'm referring to.

"Eleuh, that's the most expensive apartment in Jakarta. Neng sultan, huh?"

"Sanes sir, rowdy servant plan (not sir, have my friend)."

"Oh," said he.

Yes, for a while, I'll keep working. But should avoid Mr. Zulfikar. That way, I hope he's tired and willing to divorce me. I will also resign from the company as soon as possible.

But what about the Goddess? Isn't he my manager?

I have to be prepared for whatever the risk is. It is also impossible to resign from the company just like that without following the bureaucracy. The company has treated me well. Because basically, I don't have any problems with the company.

All the way to the apartment, I kept thinking and thinking.

...🍒🍒🍒...

Finally arrived too. Relieved it.

"Thank you, sir."

"Sama-sama, Neng geulis (beautiful)," he said.

While in the elevator, my tears broke again. I always hide behind his chest when I pass this elevator with Mr. Zulfikar.

And upon arrival in the unit, I pegged. I realized that this body and soul had been completely made. Little by little, I liked and admired him. But the feeling was always I patis to never turn into love and want to have it.

I took my clothes as necessary, especially this thing. The two positive tests and the photo of the USG result. I also took one of his shirts to cuddle with if I suddenly missed him. I also took her toiletries and a small bottle of her perfume.

"Huuks."

In the bathroom I was devastated. What he often did to me in this place, made my mind hurt. Bathup was often a silent witness of his expression against me. Bathup was well aware of how my body fell asleep and seemed to like all the treatment.

I ran out of the bathroom so this chest wouldn't get crowded. I pulled out my suitcase and put in all the things I was going to carry with me crying. I don't want to look at this room anymore. Because in this room there is often a real scene from a household.

Praying together, chatting, watching TV together, telling stories, and making love like a couple who really love each other.

"City, huuu. Mr. Zukfikar ...."

I said his name when I closed the door. I took a moment to calm down. He breathed repeatedly to gather courage. Then with steady steps I walked out of the unit with a smile. A forced smile that I created to encourage myself.

...🍒🍒🍒...

The hotel is in promotion. Thankfully, with a budget of one million rupiah, I was able to stay three days and three nights before getting a new boarding house. The advantage, this hotel is only three kilometers from my workplace. The drawback is that there is no breakfast.

Before going to the hotel, I had bought a new number in order to use my HP without any interference from Zulfikar sir.

When he broke down, the heartache hit again.

Am I guilty of leaving without his permission? Shouldn't a wife go out without her husband's permission or without his knowledge?

Yeah, I know this is wrong. But .. I do it for a lot of reasons. If this is still categorized as a sin, I can only ask that the Supreme One accept my repentance.

Then using the new number, I sent a message to ummi.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Ummi and Abah are fine, right?"

"Ummi, alhamdulillah, Daini tos winnowed by my family pak Zulfikar (Daini has been accepted by his family pal Zulifikar)."

"Garwana oge tos tiasa nampi Daini (his wife can also accept Daini)."

"But Daini kedah tetep janten wife sirina. His Sawios Ummi, Abah, hehehe (But Daini must remain his wife. It's okay Ummi, Abah, hehehe)."

"What matters is that Mah Daini is happy, right?"

"Alhamdullilah, Daini happy. Ummi and Abah teu kenging hawatos (Ummi and Abah don't have to worry)."

"Oiya, A Putra tos memorized the sabaraha nadhom of Alfiyahna? (Oiya, A Putra has memorized how many nadhom book of Alfiyya?)."

I wrote a message to ummi with trembling fingers and tears. I have to make sure they don't know my pain and sorrow.

Actually, I'd love to tell ummi that I'm two-bodied, but .. I don't have the courage yet.

"I'm sorry that I rarely go back to Bandung. Nuju (is) busy with the new project. Hehehe, Neng is cool, right, Mi?"

"Sir Executive Director even wants to take me to meet with clients. Meeting tomorrow. Please pray well, Mi. Rada (somewhat) nervous. Wkwkwk."

I ended the message by sending happy emojis and greetings.

"Huuu, ummi .. abah ...." In fact, I immediately roared after ending it.

Not yet sleepy, I turned on the television.

Deg, no ....

A repoter was seen exposing the news on the home page of Mr. Aksa. I turned them off because I didn't want to know their business.

But I turned it on again when accidentally the reporter camera was aiming at his figure.

Zulfikar sir?

He sat in the back seat looking down. Her face was invisible, but .. I recognized her.

What the hell is he doing? Why sit in the back seat and keep looking down?

Out of curiosity, I activated the volume of the TV that I had mute.

"This beauty product is a personal product commonly used by Miss Dewi Laksmi. Then mass-produced because many are interested and feel fit, then Bu Yuze --."

I immediately turned off the TV because I felt disinterested in knowing the product. Apparently, the presence of the reporters was to discuss cosmetic products belonging to Miss Dewi. They are so amazing.

I rubbed my stomach because I suddenly felt hungry. I should have bought something first. I was forced to leave the hotel to treat my hunger.

When finished lining the fried rice, the weather suddenly cloudy and rain came. Complete is my creak. I was so bored I didn't bring an umbrella. Now he is taking shelter in a closed shophouse.

I crouched down while tightly grasping the fried rice. The roar of the rain was in rhythm with my inner turmoil. I begged Him to make this suffering happen to me. Don't let my grandchildren happen. And this rain never subsides even bigger.

Although not exposed to rain directly, but .. I started to get cold. From crouching, I changed my position to sitting. I wash my hands with rainwater. I thought, by eating fried rice right now, my stomach would stop twisting.

'Ckiiit.' I'm appalled.

A minibus suddenly stopped in front of the shophouse I was staying at. Just as I was about to bribe, the windshield suddenly opened.

"Dain?!"

Someone from the car called me. I was shocked and looked there with a look of disbelief.

...~Tbc~...

...Yuk comments yuk! Who calls Neng Daini? If the comments are many, insyaaAllah, today, nyai will monitor TBR again and up again....