Forced to Share a Bed
A News from a Small Box

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

"Oh, so is that it?"

"Yes Mom, I-I moved to the hotel for a while."

I was in Caca's car. Earlier, when Caca saw me, she called me and asked me to run into her car. Ms. Caca was astonished because of the nights I was here. Though, what mom Caca knows, I don't cost in this area. Where is the rain, he said.

Ms. Caca is my former manager who is currently being replaced by Ms. Dewi.

"Why move to a hotel, Dai? Don't tell me you moved because you can't pay the cost. But the cost payment period can not but pay the hotel can?" Looking at the astonishment at me.

Caca's car hasn't gone. Still parked in front of the shop. We wait for the rain to stop. Ms. Caca said she wanted to take me to the hotel, but she wanted to have a chat first.

"Emm, the reason for the move is because you want to find a new boarding house, ma'am. Want a new atmosphere. I don't have any problems with the hostel" I explained.

I hope Caca doesn't ask about boarding anymore. Because I was confused to find an excuse.

"Keep, your stuff? Time taken to all hotels?" Ms. Caca was curious.

"It's still in the old boarding house, ma'am."

"Oh so. Yes, now you eat in the car only fried rice. I brought a clean and unused food box. You just move it," he bargained.

"No, Ma. Thank ye. Just want to eat at the hotel."

When I eat alone?

'I'm not feeling too good, Miss Caca. My intestines are starving. Patience, son, I'm reminded of my future twin.

"Oiya, what do you think of our new manager?" Ms. Caca asked about the Goddess.

"Good, Mom. Both kind and friendly like my mother" I replied.

"Thankfully, Mother was worried that she would be arbitrary because her parents and husband had territory and had power. Hahaha, it turns out that I was wrong. Well, so it's not good," he said.

I just smiled as I looked out and hoped for the rain to subside.

"There's something else I want to say to you. Look Dai, would you not be introduced to his sister Mother? Sorry, I actually took a picture of you without permission. Hehe."

"W-what?"

My cheeks feel straight red. I feel ashamed that my picture was seen by someone who never knew me.

"I'm sorry, Dai. When you look at your photo, he immediately says he likes it. He's a doctor, but he's still an internship" she explained, holding my hand.

"Bu .. sorry, a-I .. No one has."

"Huhuh? Oh my goodness, what a pity. Oh, it's late." Ms. Caca to pat the eel.

"I pray that his sister Mother will soon find a good woman who suits him, aamiin." Cacapun ma'am agreed with a sigh.

"By the way, who's that lucky guy, Dai? So curious," he said.

"Emm, there are," I replied.

Seriously, I immediately thought of his face. Then remembered with his naughty gaze when he wanted to mess with my body.

Mr. Zulfikar is like a toxic who has successfully exposed his toxic substances into my soul and body.

"Dai, how do you daydream? The rain starts small. If only the glasses Mother did not miss in the office, maybe already from earlier Mother delivered you. My mother is nearsighted, Dai. If you bring a big rain car like that without glasses, you can't see the road" he said.

"Ti-no ma'am, I'm not daydreaming. Mommy every day overtime?" I switched the conversation.

"No dong, Dai. Time every day? Hahaha," looped.

Geez, being nervous I got the wrong word.

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"That's the hotel, ma'am," pointing there with my right thumb.

"Oh, that one? Okay, I'll turn around for a second."

"I'm sorry, Mom. So trouble Mom."

"Not a hassle at all, Dai. You're a good boy, so it's only natural that I like you. If other employees, not necessarily I invite. In addition, you will also often give gratuities from Bandung. Yes, this is what it is," she laughed.

"Hahaha, ah I could have," I said. We arrived at the hotel lobby.

A hotel attendant approached while carrying an umbrella because the rain had not completely subsided.

Deg, my heart is electrocuted. When about to set foot in the hotel courtyard, precisely in front of the lobby. My knees seemed to be squeezing for a moment.

"Eh, is that how rich the car, Director? Why is he here? Stay on? The sultan's sih staying at a three-star hotel?"

It turns out I'm not the only one who saw the whereabouts of Zulfikar's car. The license plate number is beautiful and unique, anyone must easily recognize it.

B 0055 ZULI.

Rigid legs. Panic struck.

Why is Jakarta so bad? Of the hundreds of three-star hotels in Jakarta, why can he visit the same hotel as me? How'this?

"Neng Dai, are you coming down? Do you want to stay at Mom's?"

"Ma-tau Ma'am, thanks for the ride. May Allah repay Mother's kindness with abundant reward. Aamiin's." Grabbing Caca's hand for me to kiss.

I immediately went down and bowed. Ms. Caca smiled as she waved her hand. The hotel clerk was still my mamayung as I stared at the departure of Caca's car until it was not seen again.

"Thank you, sir," I said after arriving at the lobby.

"Together" he answered.

I rushed to my room and looked nowhere. I focused on the floor I was walking on while pleading with Him not to find me.

"This is the picture, brother. She's my wife. We're fighting."

Astarghfirullah's.

That's Mr. Zulfikar's voice.

Did he say 'my wife' meant it to me?

No, don't get it for me. Maybe for the Goddess, I hope.

Heart's beating. I saw his back that I once clawed. Mr. Zulfikar's position is behind me. I was talking to the receptionist.

"Oh, these hijab-wearing brothers? Yes, Sir. This brother is indeed our guest."

The dag dig dug.

The receptionist's answer almost knocked me unconscious. I quickly entered the elevator.

"What?! So my wife is really here? Thank goodness," he exclaimed.

When the elevator doors closed, I faintly heard Mr. Zulfikar say so.

How'this? Oh naw. I'm an amazing panel.

My hands trembled as I pressed the floor number button.

Really, I don't want to meet him.

...***...

Arriving on the floor, I ran to my room. I want to shut myself up and lock the door. It was like a dream of being chased by a ghost.

Upon arrival in the room, I quickly hid under the blanket. The hunger suddenly disappeared. I ignored the fried rice. I just put it on the table.

'Tok tock.'

"Excuse me."

A few minutes later, the voice came from behind the door.

"I didn't order room service" I replied.

"Sister, someone claimed to be the husband, Brother. Want to meet Brother," he said.

Geez, he even engaged the hotel clerk to meet me. You guys are resourceful!

"By the law of the country I have no husband!" my yelling.

How am I getting so emotional?

"Darling, open the door quickly. It's not good to be angry for long. Let's talk." Mr. Zulfikar's voice.

He acted as if we were fighting. He is fit to be an actor!

"No way!" my yelling.

Aih, what's wrong with me? How do you feel like a spoiled woman?

"So it's true, is this your brother's husband? Then, we'll open up Brother's room."

"What-what?!" I'm appalled.

'Track.'

I haven't said anything yet, the door to the room is open. Mr. Zulfikar went straight in. Without further ado, he immediately approached and hugged me.

"Dear, you're okay, right?"

"Deliver!" I brushed.

"Okay, then we're gone. Please understand so that the quarrel of Brother and husband does not disturb other visitors," said the hotel officer before they passed and closed the door.

"Hanin, why did you leave me, why?" She was patted, but she hugged me back.

"Deliver! You can't hold me back anymore! Don't bother my life again, sir!" I moved away, breaking his hand wrapped around her waist.

"Hanin, what do you mean? You're my wife," he said.

"Sir, I no longer care about the widow's status. Whether you divorce me or not divorce me, I'll still be gone from your life. If you truly love me, please let me go, sir! Let me go, please ...." I said as I wiped the tears that came not uninvited.

"No Hanin, no!" He held my hand.

"Sir, I-I'm tired of being the accused woman. Nor can I let you be hated by your parents, hated by Mother Goddess, hated by others who do not understand the matter at all. I'm tired, sir. Huuu .. tired ...."

"No Hanin, you should stay with me. Ye know? This was the first hotel I went to. I don't know why I'm suddenly going to this hotel. I didn't think I could find you this fast either. You know the reason? It must be because God has meridhoi our meeting. You also know that there are no coincidences in this world? So is our meeting tonight." He's persisting. Not taking my hand off.

"Sir, please understand my feelings, please .... After I saw what your life was like, I became convinced that we better not be together. If this relationship continues to be forced, I'm afraid your life and your family will be ruined. You must know how powerful parents mother Dewi. You should be self-conscious, sir. It would be risky if you stayed with me."

"Darling, now answer first, are you really pregnant?"

Suddenly he asked me that and seemed to ignore my words.

"What?!" I fought and spontaneously dodged it.

"No Sir! I'm not pregnant."

"Darling, I'm not stupid. I'm a grown man. I'm counting our wedding days. I even remember how many times I fucked you. Hanin, it's the 38th day of our wedding. No, this is about to step on the 39th day of our marriage. Was it that long you didn't menstruate? I'm pretty sure you haven't had your period since we met."

"I-I rarely menstruate, sir! My cycle is every two months!" I can't deny, right now, I feel like my face is cold hot.

Could it be that I look pale and Mr. Zulfikar realized that I was lying?

"Truely, then, let's prove it. Prove to me that you're not pregnant" she said

"You're outrageous, sir! Huuu, why are you forcing me?"

"Sshh, baby don't cry, I just need proof baby. Hanin, if it's true that you're pregnant, that means .. There's no reason for us to separate. Honey, please be honest yes," he persuaded. Kneeling to stroke my stomach.

"Stop, Sir!" I pulled him back.

"Let's prove. I have a test," he said.

He was seriously very curious. Take the test from his bag.

"I have a lot," he added.

"Should you buy this much?" my protest.

"Quick baby," give me one.

"Emm, I have a way for you to pee." Come close.

"How? What way?! You don't make it up!" my yelling.

"Darling, I'm not kidding. I can do it. Aren't you per---."

"Stop!" my yelling. He's totally nuts!

"Hahaha, do you understand what I mean?" He could laugh at a time like this.

"here! And I don't need your help!" my yelling. Taking the test from his hand.

She smiles. Then follow me to the bathroom.

"What do you want?!"

"Darling, I have to make sure that what you're using isn't tap water."

"What?!" But I was going to do that trick.

How could he have thought that I would trick him?

"You stay outside!"

"Can't, Hanin." He pushed my shoulder until we were both in the bathroom.

...***...

"You're stubborn!" my yelling.

"Boy, men have to be hard" he said. I don't know what that means. I don't get it.

"I can't pee if there's a Father."

"Darling, I've seen it a lot. Why are you still sad?"

"Sir, i-this is a different condition. Please, you're outside!" expirku.

"Darling, is it true that you won't lie to me?"

I'm speechless.

"Well, if you're not going to lie, I'm leaving. Hanin, remember yes, I love you as sincerely as I do. Your pregnancy was something I was really looking forward to. In fact, my mom and dad also really crave the presence of a new heir for the Antasena family" he said before leaving me.

I came back crying to hear her words. It was as if he was telling Antasena's heir.

Did she forget that I was just her wife?

"Hulu." I'm rattled.

Should I be honest?

I was still pondering when Mr. Zulfikar knocked on the door.

"Not yet, dear?" tanyakanya.

"No, yet" I replied. In fact, I didn't do anything.

"Okay, I'll wait for you baby."

I kept thinking and thinking.

In the end, with fear and fear, I came out of the bathroom.

...***...

"Darling?"

Mr. Zulfikar took the testpek in my hand. But he knitted his brows because the testespect was still intact.

"Why not be checked?" tanyakanya.

I didn't answer. I walked over, then sat on the side of the bed. Mr. Zulfikar is trailing. He then sat down next to me.

"Sir, you have to promise first" I said. Dare to look at his face.

"What promise, dear? Provided not to leave you, insyaaAllah .. I will do it."

"Rpa .... I-I'm afraid to say it," I said.

"Darling," she grabbed my hand.

"Sir, if it's not about the breakup, are you sure you'll follow my wishes?"

"Yes, baby." While gently caressing my cheek.

I spontaneously cupped his hand. Then I took it off again when I realized it. What I did was, as if to imply that I missed the caress of her hand.

"Just say it, Hanin."

I saw his chest up and down. Obviously if his heart beats fast because he wants to hear my speech.

"First, you must promise to keep secret anything I say from anyone including from the Mother Goddess, your parents, and from those closest to you." He looked up, looking at me.

"Second, you can't restrain me. I mean, if I want to live in a boarding house and live independently, you have to let me."

"Three, in the presence of others, you must act as if you do not love me."

"What?! That can't be darling!"

"Sir, please do it. Please .... I'd like to do so for your good. Sir, what happens when the public finds out about me? Would you let me be accused of being an actor? Are you ready to be publicly blasphemed as a selfless husband?"

"Please .. just do it yeah, huks." I kissed his hand while sobbing.

"Hanin ...," she wrote. Shovelling.

"Sir .. I have a family that I have to keep his good name. Even with you, although you have never been exposed to the media as the son of Pak Aksa Antasena, but .. Same with me, You also have to keep your family's good name."

"Hanin, I'm not calm baby, actually ... what do you want to say?" Mr. Zulfikar holds his chest. He breathed repeatedly.

"Sir, I'll say it. But, you haven't said you can agree to my request."

"Ba-good, but .. I also have a condition. You're not leaving me, are you?"

I'm nodding.

"You're not gonna ask for a divorce, are you, baby?"

I also nodded.

"You're still my wife, right?"

I nodded back.

"I can still see you, right?"

"Yes" I replied briefly.

"I'm emm .. Ma-still be able to fuck with you, right?" This question sounds so absurd.

"Yes" I replied. Little doubt.

"The point is, I'm still your husband who deserves your birth and inner living, right?"

I nodded weakly.

"Okay, say it quickly." His face looked more anxious.

"Wait, I have to pick something up first" I said.

I went to take a test and a photo of the USG results.

Then came back to him with a bad feeling. I hugged the small box containing the thing with trembling hands.

Unexpectedly, with a quick move, Mr. Zulfikar picked up the box before I handed it over.

"Sir, wait a minute" stop me.

And he immediately opened the small box impatiently.

Open box.

And ....

"W-Is this yours?!"

He took the second line test while widening his eyes.

I'm nodding.

"What?! So you're really pregnant?" his yell. His eyes sparkled, but glazed.

"Yes, sir," I murmured.

"*A*llahu Akbar, thank you God."

He immediately stood up and made a prostration of gratitude on the floor. I gawk. I was overwhelmed by his response. I closed my lips and held back the crying.

Did she really want my pregnancy? What is he doing not acting?

"Huuu, O Allah, You are All-Good, thank You for granting my prayers" he said. He was crying while still prostrating.

How could I not be moved?

"Huuu, huks." I sobbed and came back crying.

"Darling, I'm so, so happy, sorry to be such a crybaby. I can't hold back my tears of happiness."

Mr. Zulfikar cupped my cheeks. Then she kissed the tears on my face with her lips.

"Sa-sayang .. when you asked me to look for egg crust, I actually had a hunch that you were two," he said. Then I looked down to rub my stomach.

Her lips flashed a smile, but her eyes continued to melt tears.

"Sir, ta-but you're wrong, I-I'm not two-bodied."

"You mean? This test is yours, right? You also want to know that you are pregnant. Don't confuse me, darling."

"I mean, a-I .. a-I'm not a two-body, sir. But ... three-bodied," I explained.

"Body three? Meanin?" Wonderingly.

"God, I-I'm pregnant with twins, sir. So ... I'm three."

"What did you say?! The twins?!" Directly holding his chest.

"Yes, sir."

"Sa-honey ... k-you're not lying, are you?"

"No, Sir."

"I-i, baby ... Hanin .. hugged me baby, I'm too happy. I--."

He stared into the air while lashing out at his chest. A few seconds later, his body wavered and just fell onto the bed.

"Sir!" Now I'm panicking.

"Sir, why is it?!" I screamed while patting her cheek. Mr. Zulfikar's eyes are closed.

Did she faint from hearing that I was pregnant with twins?

"Sir, Mr. Zulfikar! Wake Sir!" myrag.

But he still flinch. I'm getting panicked. I put an ear on his chest. His heart rate sounded weak.

I put an index finger on the end of his nose. And he's like he's not breathing.

"Sir, huuu, wake up sir!" I hugged her.

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