Forced to Share a Bed
The Taste that Called Jua

The Daini Hanindiya Purtri Sadikin

These tears kept flowing with a rush. I did not think that Miss Dewi dared to be arbitrary and determined like that. I could have fought it, but the guilt made me weak and did not dare to do anything.

Before I fainted, Miss Dewi even said that she wanted to destroy my core so that Mr. Zulfikar could not enjoy my body anymore. The Goddess Mother also had a chance to bite my chest. How horrifying. My body creeps and works when I remember it again.

"Darling, be patient, we'll be in the hospital soon."

Mr. Zulfikar strengthened me. He hugged me tightly. But, he also made me ashamed of Misti's sister. Because, Mr. Zulfikar continues to kiss my face. She even grabbed my lips. He reasoned while whispering ....

"To relax, baby."

I hope Misti doesn't see it.

Is this pain a reward for me?

But, sorry, Rabb, for some reason, I feel that the attitude of Miss Dewi is very outrageous. Actually, even if this body is injured, I will still forgive Mother Goddess. But, I don't want to let Miss Dewi hurt my baby.

Dear ones, please hold on. Keep growing and growing healthy until you and I can meet and tread the same in this mortal world. Please live to be caliph on this earth and be an unbroken charity for me and for your father.

"Huuu huu."

I sobbed. I can't imagine how hurt and devastated I would feel if I lost my future son. No, that can't happen. I went back to asking Him to save my womb. Until finally the car driven by Mr. Listi stopped in front of the IGD of a hospital.

"Alhamdulillah, we have reached the hospital dear," said Mr. Zulfikar.

"Hurry and help my wife!" mr. Zulfikar said when the IGD officers arrived.

"Eh, wait, I want a nurse who pushes her ranks." He didn't take me down.

"The porter's officers are all male, sir," the officer explained.

"Sir Director, yes already, let it be used again only the volume," persuaded Mr. Listi who looks upset.

"No, the veil is wet!" Mr. Zulfikar insisted.

"Was the patient serious, sir?"

The officer's tone sounded a little high. I could only hide behind my husband's chest while enduring the pain. In my mind, I wailed to call ummi and my brother.

"His patient is young pregnant, this is bleeding!" clear sir Zulfikar.

"Oh, pregnant? Well then, go straight to the Maternal IGD, sir. From here to the front again a little, it had a big inscription on its door. There's the officer's midwife all."

"Good."

Kak Listi spryly, advancing the position of the car in accordance with the direction of the officer.

In front of the Maternal IGD room, I was immediately greeted by midwives.

"Be careful!" shouted mr. Zulfikar.

"All you can do is enter her husband, the others wait outside" explained the midwife.

"Neng, be patient." Before I was brought in, Misti kissed my forehead.

"Listi, you hurry to the apartment! Bring Hanin's clothes and supplies, the apartment code is Hanin's date of birth."

"But, Sir. I-I'm working." Sister Listi hesitated.

"Listi, I'm counting on you! I'll pay you a fortune to do this. I will also make sure that this task will not damage your career. I guarantee!" firmly Mr. Zulfikar just before the door of the Maternal IGD closed.

"Yes, sir. Don't lie to me." The voice of Misti behind the door was still heard.

"Lay ya, ma'am. Well, his mother is young and very beautiful," said the midwife, friendly.

"I want a female obstetrician, right?" sela pak Zulfikar's.

"It just so happens, the gynecologist who is taking care of today's men, sir. If the guard doctor, women," he explained.

Smiling and focusing on checking me out. They split the tasks. Someone cleaned my legs, someone did a blood pressure check, and some put in an infusion and oxygen.

"I want all women. Please, I want to get a service that suits my wishes."

Mr. Zulfikar is still adamant. Here, his arrogance came to the surface. The midwives satirize. Then a woman wearing snelli came along. Apparently, he was a watch doctor.

"Hallo, I'm with Novi's doctor, there's a new patient huh?" He took a special follow-up form from the doctor.

"Dok, I'm her husband's patient. Do you want special services?"

"special services? All our patients serve, sir. We don't discriminate between patients" explains Dr Novi.

"Dok, I'm not stupid. There must be a difference between a grade 3 patient and a VVIP patient. From the treatment room alone is different, right? I want all the medics who handle my wife's women" he said.

Geez, I feel very upset about Mr. Zulfikar. But, I'm lazy to talk because I'm afraid it will add to this problem getting worse.

"Okay, midwife Laela, quickly get the administration officer here. Let the administrative officer explain the treatment procedures at this hospital. We just focus on serving the patient" explained Dr. Novi.

"Well, Doc," said Laela's midwife, then she hurried over.

I hugged the arm of Mr. Zulfikar who was sitting on the side seat of the action bed when I was fitted with the infusion. Because maybe I'm moving a lot or for some other reason. First infusion failed.

"Ahh .. Sick ma'am," I complained as the second infusion needle punched me here and there looking for my venice.

"Mom, can't you? You guys how's it going? That's the veins are clearly visible! 'Couldn't fail 'sih?" protest pak Zulfikar.

"While it may seem obvious, your wife's hands are very delicate, sir. The venue is also smooth and small. So, we're a little bit in trouble. Please be patient, apologize and please understand" explained Dr. Novi.

While the midwife who infuses is silent. I couldn't see their expressions because they were all wearing medical masks.

Then Laela's midwife came along with the administrative officer. While I was still trying to be infused, Mr. Zulfikar talked to the administration and expressed his wish.

Alhamdulillahot.

In the third experiment, I was finally successfully infused after using a smaller needle and infused by another midwife.

"If you may know, what kind of payment you use? General, insurance, what is BJPS Health?" ask the adimistration officer.

"Actually my wife has BPJS health from the company. But I want to wear public. Hows it? Can my wife get special services?"

"Oh, of course you can sir. In this hospital there happens to be a special service. It's called executive class. Please read the rules first, and if you understand, please sign here, here, and here."

"I'm lazy to read, just sign."

"Sir, sorry. It's a rule, it's gotta be read."

"Oh, my goodness," said Mr. Zulfikar.

I smiled at Mr. Zulfikar's conversation and the administration officer who turned out to be very firm. It has to be like that. As a patient's family, Mr. Zulfikar must comply with the regulations in this hospital.

"His patient will be enrolled in the executive class. Can be taken directly to the executive VK room," explained the administrative officer at the midwife before he left.

"Okay" replied the midwife.

After that, I was then transferred to another gurney to be put into the VK room or maternity room. Mr. Zulfikar is pushing the blankar.

As we sat down, he threw a smile. As if to tell me that me and my gibbon will be fine.

"The patient will be doing USG in the executive VK room huh, sir. There is a female obstetrician who is on standby" explained the midwife of IGD Maternal. Mr. Zulfikar nodded.

...***...

Upon arrival in the executive VK room, I was immediately taken to the USG room. Mr. Zulfikar is getting anxious. Lips muttering. Maybe I'm praying for my goodness and my womb.

"Died waiting for the gynecologist, ma'am, sir. Excuse me, the next task will be taken over by the midwife and the doctor of the executive VK room."

"Okay, thank you Midwife, I'm sorry that I had an emotional moment" said Mr. Zulfikar.

"Oh, it's okay, sir. We understand, really. You are not emotional, just panicking because you are very worried about your wife. We're saying good." They pass.

Then a midwife came in and said she was going to do an inside check. I was panicking and freaked out, Mr. Zulfikarpun was just as panicked.

"Must be a Midwife?" Stupidly he said that.

"It must be sir. It's a procedure, I'm calm, relax and don't tense up. It won't hurt, really," he explained. While positioning my feet to bend and open.

"Mom, I-I'm embarrassed," my legs were shaking. Because all this time only my husband knew my deepest secrets.

"Patience, baby, I also don't want you to be touched. But how else. We are working for the good of our children" he said, whispering.

While holding my hand. Zulfikar's other hand was busy stroking my head. Although sad, but I feel a little happy because he is by my side. In fact, I knew that this man had another woman besides me.

"Ready ma'am" said the midwife.

I was scared, I hugged Mr. Zulfikar's arm when the midwife did it.

"A-aah ..," seriously, this hurts a lot. I cried while closing my lips.

"Slow down dong, Madam Midwife!"

Mr. Zulfikar is panicking. Then kiss my tears after the examination is over. I heaved a sigh of relief as the midwife positioned my feet back to their original position.

"It's over, Mom. His mother was tense, and his condition was very narrow. So I'm sorry that you were in pain," explained the midwife, taking off medical gloves, and then washing her hands.

"Yes Bu Midwife, he is indeed very narrow," he said. Whether he is conscious or not. You could even say such shameful things. I spontaneously pinched his shoulder.

"Awh, baby. Wh why? Sick knows," he lamented. Mr. Zulfikar apparently did not realize that his words had embarrassed me.

"Hahaha, you're lucky, your wife is beautiful inside out," joked the midwife as she chuckled.

Mr. Zulfikar looked at me with a smile and raised one eyebrow.

"The results of the examination how is Bu Midwife?" I switched the conversation.

"There's no opening yet, but there are still blood spots. I want to report the results of the examination to the obstetrician. He'll be here soon. So for more exact results should wait for the results of the USG first and the final diagnosis of the obstetrician."

Zulfikar and I nodded.

After that, another midwife comes in and performs the anamesa as a whole. They asked me a lot of things including when I was bleeding and when I had my last period.

"I'm bleeding from slipping in the bathroom, Mom."

"So seriously you slipped baby?" Mr. Zulfikar knitted his brows as if in disbelief.

"Yes, sir."

As long as I can, I will hide the deed of the Goddess against me. If I'm honest, I'm afraid that Dewi's mother is getting angry and her relationship with Mr. Zulfikar will get worse.

I did this because I kept feeling guilty to Miss Dewi. Hopefully, what I do, can reduce his hatred towards me. The rest, I gave it all to Him.

"I thought that the Goddess persecuted you, dear," said Mr. Zulfikar as the entire midwife left the room.

"No sir" I said. But .. I couldn't hold back the tears.

"Even if you say no, but you don't think I won't investigate" he said. I kept quiet, pretending not to listen.

Then the door of the USG room opened. The obstetrician and midwife staff came in. I'll be kicked out soon. The USG engine has been switched on. I was also prepared. My stomach has been smeared with Gell Ultrasound. Mr. Zulfikar clasped my hand tightly.

"I'm deg degan, baby," she whispered.

"It's the first time I've seen an ultrasound machine in person" she whispered.

"Huhh, seriously for the first time?" I can't believe it.

"Sir, look, this is the fetus" the doctor exclaimed. Mr. Zulfikar immediately noticed the USG machine.

"That's the fetus?!" She's hysterical.

"Yes, Sir. According to USG estimates, the mother is now entering the gestational age of 2 months or 8 weeks. The fetus in her womb, emm .. is the size of a peanut. It is about 1.6 cm long and weighs about 1 gram."

"The baby's healthy, right, Doc?" tanyakanya.

"Emm, look sir, the diagnosis from me, the wife of the Father suffered abortion imminens. Abortus imminens means a condition that describes early warning signs and symptoms of miscarriage."

"Abortus means the sudden release of the fetus before it can survive on its own outside the womb. While imminens comes from the word *imminen*s which means soon or in the near future."

"The symptoms are sometimes accompanied by pain around the abdomen and lower back due to uterine contractions, even though there has been no widening of the cervix."

Mr. Zulfikar and I listened.

"In the medical world, abortion imminens is known as a threatened miscarriage or the threat of miscarriage. This is the kind of miscarriage that can still be saved, sir. But still referred to as a threat because the discharge of blood spots in the early trimester is one of the signs of miscarriage," explained the doctor at length.

"So what's the point, Doc? Would-be twins can still be saved or not?!" his yell. Apparently, a long explanation from the doctor has not been able to make Mr. Zulfikar understand it.

"It can still be saved, sir. But the condition is very vulnerable, your wife should be monitored closely and bedrest a total of at least one month. In that one month, I couldn't get out of bed and was strictly forbidden to have sex."

"What-what?!" His expression really looked shocked.

"Really Sir. After passing the phase of bed rest for one month, the mother must be rechecked the condition of the uterus and fetus. Later it can be decided whether the uterus and its womb are strong or not. If it is not possible, then the bed rest or bedrest Mother will be added another month," explained the doctor.

"Well, I-I understand, Doc," he said with a sigh.

Mr. Zulfikar and I looked at each other as the doctor and midwife left. The doctor said, after this, I will be transferred to the hospital room.

Mr. Zulfikar daydreamed while gently stroking my stomach.

"Why, Sir?" my many.

"Alhamdulillah, although vulnerable, your content can still be maintained dear" he explained.

"I will provide the best medical care for you. But ... I'm a little confused" he lamented.

"What's confusing, sir?"

"I can't imagine how stressful I would be if for a month I couldn't enjoy your body, baby. Especially if it is added for another month. I've been dizzy for a week, baby" she lamented.

"Sir, you shouldn't have to worry about that. Is there still a Goddess? You can still fuck with the Goddess mom, right?" I said with a chest pounding that was a little hot.

"What's? Honey, why are you saying that?" his protest.

"But ... What I'm trying to do makes sense, right?"

"Darling ...." She hugged me. Then say ....

"Hanin .. I can't explain what my life is like with the Goddess. But ... You should know that my race towards you is not just created from lust. When I'm with you, in addition to feeling pleasure, I also feel happiness dear," he explained.

I looked at him deeply. His eyes are sad.

"Darling, do you think my parents' wealth and what I have is enough to make me happy? No, Hanin. To this day, I am not happy with my life. But ... When I'm with you, I feel like I can feel that happiness, baby."

I didn't say anything. Only able to caress her hair while melting tears.

Then ....

"I love you ..," I muttered.

I suddenly said that. I was even surprised by my own words.

"W-what? Did I not hear wrong? Please repeat again, dear! Hurry baby! Hurry up and say again that you love me too!" his insistence while shaking my shoulder.

"Mr ...." I was misbehaving.

...~Tbc~...

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