Forced to Share a Bed
Bad News

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

"Aamiin's."

I assure her of her prayers. My husband and I have just been performing Isya prayer. Staring at his sturdy shoulder as he raised his hand knocked at the sky door, making my mind feel at ease.

What else when his warm hands clasped my hands. Then I kissed and I hidu the back of his hand. Mr. Zulfikar rubbed the top of my head, then kissed it.

Regardless of how much trouble we're having, it's the fact that he's with me. He folded the prayer rug over and over again. I don't know what form he wants. Though it was neat, but opened again and and folded again. It's obvious that my husband isn't good at folding.

"Let me do it, sir."

"Don't baby, just me" she refused. Take my prayer and my face.

"I'm tidy, you quickly lie down again yes," he persuaded.

I obey, immediately get on the bed. From here, I looked at him. Now he is busy folding.

"Is it like this neat?" Glanced.

"Rapy Sir." I raised my thumb with a smile.

"Seriously?" ask again. I nodded to convince him.

After saving it, Mr. Zulfikar was busy opening his briefcase. Take the laptop and turn it on.

"There's work?" my many.

"Emm, little darling, you just take a break."

"Can I help you?"

"Hanin, you're sick, forget about office work. Focus on your health" he said. I let out a breath. His strict tone made me disinclined.

"Excuse me." A midwife came in.

The room that I occupy is a maternal room devoted to pregnant women who have problems with their contents. So, in this room there are no nurses or nurses. There are midwives, general practitioners and obstetricians. I got that information when I decided to move rooms from executive class to VIP class.

"There's still bleeding?" ask the midwife while checking my blood pressure.

"Nothing's coming out, ma'am, '" I replied.

"His blood pressure is normal. Last time mom went to the toilet, did she have any blood spots?"

"I-I don't know, Mom. It was just ablution, not to be checked," I replied. How dare I check the pads when Mr. Zulfikar is by my side.

"Okay, please allow me to check now yes, ma'am," he said.

"Se-now?"

Oh my gosh, I'm ashamed. Hearing the midwife saying she wanted to check, Mr. Zulfikar immediately approached.

"Yes, Miss Midwife, please check it out" he said.

Ish, you boys. He'd be happy if I didn't bleed. I'm happy too 'cure. Because when not bleeding, it means my fetus is healthy and can be maintained.

"I'm open, ma'am" said the midwife. He was ready to wear medical gloves.

"Sir, you don't come near, there!" expirku. The midwife looked strangely at me and Mr. Zulfikar, perhaps astonished that I called him 'father.'

"Darling, I want to see it too."

"Sir, his mother is not comfortable, you stay away first yes. Later the results of the examination will be conveyed to the Father."

"I'm her husband, Mom." He's persisting. I was embarrassed and also upset. Spontaneous pouting.

"You don't like it? I'm sorry baby, okay, I'm waiting, I'm not going to see" he said.

He went back to the waiting chair. Focus on the laptop again. His expression is funny. Glanced and looked worried as the midwife examined me.

"Not checked in anymore, is it?" tanyakanya. Now stand. Looking from a distance and nervous.

"No, Sir. Just look at it," explained the midwife. From the tip of his narrowed eyes, this midwife seemed to be smiling.

"In the sanitary pad is clean, thank God there are no blood spots," he explained.

"Alhamdulillah" said Zulfikar and I also said hamdalah. Untold happiness because the bleeding does not continue. That means I'm healthy and fine.

"You're great, baby, I know you're a strong woman." Unbeknownst to me, Mr. Zulfikar was already by my side, peeping his forehead. The look on his face sparkled.

"I am strong because my Father is beside me and supports me." The words spoken from my lips startled me.

"I'm your husband, baby, this is our son, for support, you shouldn't have to question him anymore" he said.

"Duh, so romantic," murmured the midwife.

"Mom Midwife, if there is no bleeding, no need to wait a month? I mean fasting emm ... Midwife understands, right?"

Mr. Zulfikar discussed it, so I bear the shame. I immediately turned my face which was hot. I don't want to meet the midwife who is currently chuckling.

"Hahaha, I can't wait, his wife is beautiful. For that problem, as the doctor has explained, you still have to wait for monitoring for one month."

"In that period, you also should not do things that can stimulate or increase his libido. Because, if the mother's libido increases, then the pelvic muscles will contract and press against the uterine wall. If the uterus is strong 'sih no problem, but because the wall of the uterus Mother has experienced trauma, so it is not allowed to do things that can trigger her desire Bu Daini," explained midwife at length.

"Oh my goodness" he lamented. I am still in my original position. He turned his face away from embarrassment.

"Yes already, Miss Daini quickly rest yes. Don't forget to take the vitamin and folic acid."

"Yes ma'am," I said.

"What are you checking in, ma'am, at what time?" ask Mr. Zulfikar.

"Later 6 o'clock check again bleeding whether vitamin K injection at 7 am."

"Mom, can't if the vitamin K injection is accelerated? Tonight, after the Fajr prayer, I plan to take my wife home forcibly."

"What's? Forced home? Why go home forcibly, sir? 'And I still need monitoring."

The midwife looked surprised, so did I. I thought, when Mr. Zukfikar said he was going to take me home to Bandung, he was just kidding.

"I have a personal reason, ma'am," she replied, holding my hand.

"If it has been decided, we are from the hospital, yes family area only. But to go home forcibly, his BPJS is usually not covered, sir."

"I don't mind, it's okay, just use the general administration" he added.

The midwife agreed, then parted and left. After the midwife left, Mr. Zulfikar immediately locked the door, then returned struggling with his laptop. I don't know what he's doing, which obviously seems busy. I tilted my body so I could see her figure.

"Sleep, baby," he said. Glanced at me for a moment.

"Not sleepy, sir," I replied.

Suddenly a feeling of wanting to sleep while hugging him. But I dare not say it. Let me keep that desire until the drowsiness comes.

In fact, sleepiness does not come. Finally, I tried to close my eyes. Slowly, the figure of the handsome man whose body was always fragrant disappeared from my eyes.

Then ....

"What?!"

Mr. Zulfikar's voice can be heard because I haven't slept. He seems to be calling. I kept my eyes closed and hoped that he wouldn't notice that I was pretending to be asleep.

"How's it going, Bang? But he was fine, really," he exclaimed. Sounds panicky.

"What?! There are papi and mami too? When did they come?" His voice was getting quieter, but I could still hear him clearly.

"But Bang, I can't go home, I'm with someone very important and he's sick, too" he said.

Hearing that sentence, I became curious. I opened my eyes slowly. But not open entirely. Mr. Zulfikar must have thought that I was still sleeping. He looks agitated. Pacing back and forth here and there while staring at the screen of his phone. She also covered her hair several times.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim," he murmured.

As a wife, I'm certainly not used to letting her fidget alone. But when I want to greet him. Mr. Zulfikar called someone.

"Hello, Listi," he said.

I'm not calm. Why did he call Misti's sister?

"Listi, please .. I beg you, hurry to the hospital! Now yes, and don't wear it for long!" her word. I knit an eyebrow.

"Don't ask me why, just hurry here. I'll explain later. Think of this task as extra overtime from me. I promise I'll pay you three times your overtime pay, quick huh. I'm waiting for." Then he ended the call and came back agitated.

"Sir," call me soft.

"Ha-hanin?"

He's surprised. Get closer and smile. In fact, I'm sure it was just a forced smile.

"I'm fine, baby" she denied, climbing into bed and hugging me.

"Don't lie, sir. I haven't slept, I hear everything."

"What's? You eavesdropping? Naughty yes," can still be kidding. Even fusing his forehead with my forehead.

"Sir, tell me, what's wrong?" My voice trembled with no power to resist the urge of the heart-pounding taste.

"Darling ...."

After looking at me, Mr. Zulfikar hugged me. His breath was hunting. He may be holding back the turmoil of taste that disturbs his calm.

"Even if I don't have power like you, even if you know I can't do anything, but .. Please let me know the Father's problem. May yes ...," I lament.

I looked into her eyes, and she looked at me too. Tirmataku. I know Mr. Zulfikarpun actually wants to cry. But he tried to hold it. His red lips trembled and said ....

"Sa-honey, I just got word that Dewi passed out, she's been taken to the hospital by her papi and her mama."

"W-what?! Innalillahi, what's the pain, sir?" I woke up so shocked. But Mr. Zulfikar held my shoulder.

"I don't know what he's sick of yet. I hope it's not bad."

"Sir, you must hurry home," I persuaded.

"No dear. I can't leave you alone. I'll leave after Listi comes."

"Sir, I'm fine alone. I've grown up 'cocky. Hurry, Sir!" my insistence. Seriously, I'm very worried about the condition of Miss Dewi.

"Honey, the Goddess is with her mom and dad. While you? You're alone, baby." He held my hand. Right now, our positions are sitting opposite.

"Huks, I-I don't like you like this. I'm ridho you go. You should leave immediately, sir." Finally my tears broke as well.

"Well, I promise I'll do what you want, baby. But, do you also want to do my wish?" tanyakanya.

"Wants? What will it be, sir?"

"After Listi arrives, you must immediately leave this hospital. Go to Bandung."

Mr. Zulfikar said that phrase with teary eyes. I was stunned, my mind was raging and rumbling. This sentence felt like it was tightening my chest. I felt as if I was being chased away and kicked out of his side.

"Dear." He's holding me. I sobbed in his chest.

"Hulu."

I'm hoping you don't say that phrase, I actually can't get far from you, Mr. Zulfikar. I looked in my heart.

"Don't get me wrong baby, I said it was for the good of you and our baby twins. Please don't mistake me for accusing me of wanting to avoid you. Wallahi Hanindiya, I also do not want to do this, but the current situation has forced and forced me," he explained as he let out tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Huuu, sir .. If this situation is caused by my presence, why don't you just let go of me? I sincerely want to take care of our baby candidates alone."

"No dear, why do you say that so much? Didn't you ever say that I can't go or avoid this fateful act?"

He tightened his hold.

"Hanin, please don't ever ask me to let you go. For when you say that, the wound in my heart is still open. Please support me, baby. I want to fight for my love. I want to be happy with you, Hanindiya."

His look looked clear. If I don't see it wrong, his eyes seem sincere implying that he really loves me.

"Sir, why do you just want to be happy with me? Why don't you invite Miss Dewi to be happy too?" With his head up, looking at him.

"Hanin, this is not an easy thing baby, it's very complicated. Even if I'm honest, I'm not sure you'll believe me. The point is, I suspect that me and my family have been deceived by her family Goddess. They do it of course for the sake of profit, the future of the company, and networking their business."

"I don't understand, sir."

"I've guessed that you won't understand. Outline ... a-I .. I want to separate from the Goddess, dear."

"W-what? N-no, sir! You don't divorce the Goddess! I won't allow it!" my firmness.

"Darling, I will prove to you that the Goddess does not deserve my defense. Originally, I had intended to survive and learn to be a fair husband to you and to the Goddess. But, Goddess is different dear. Imagine, the Goddess does not hesitate to hurt you. If I can be honest, I'm sorry, the Goddess hurts me a lot too."

Mr. Zulfikar bowed lethargic. I was silent, confused as to what to say to comment on it. I held his palm. Hopefully it will strengthen a little.

"Darling, look at this." He took off his shirt.

"Last time I fucked the Goddess, she clawed and bit me, baby. The reason is always because of anxiety and really like my body. Honestly, this is not his first time. When you make love to me, you often cover your face, so you don't realize that I have a wound on my body."

I fought, yes on his chest there were some kind of bruises and scratches. I rubbed it slowly. Then put his clothes back together.

"Please don't discuss it again, sir. Didn't you already commit not to discuss the bed?"

"It's not about the bed, baby. This is about the rude behavior often done by the Goddess. Actually, the behavior of the Goddess while in bed can still be forgiven, but beyond that problem, there are other things that are also awkward. I'm investigating it. I also can't accept the Goddess hurting you, Hanin."

What Mr. Zulfikar said confused me. 'Can he investigate his own wife?

"Later you go to Bandung with Listi yes dear, because Dewi is cared for, sorry so can not take you." Opening my headscarf, then stroking my hair.

"That's okay, sir." I hugged his arm.

"Hanin, I also pray, tomorrow I want to meet papa to explain everything. The road I have to take is very long and risky, baby." He hugged me again. Occasionally kiss my nape.

"Even if you don't ask for it, I will pray for your good and your safety. Once my condition stabilizes, I promise to ventured to meet with Ms. Yuze and Mr. Aksa." Mr. Zulfikar nodded. His eyes returned to tears.

"Oiya sir, please don't force yourself to defend me. If this matter gets more and more protracted, and a breakup with me is the best course then---."

"Mm.m ...."

I'm silenced. Mr. Zulfikar grabbed my lips a little rough before I finished my sentence. He held back my head and chin. I was helpless and spontaneously closed my eyes while hugging her body. He sipped me, danced and shined skillfully.

This feeling ... is very embarrassing. My body is rattling and pounding. My mouth is warm and comfortable. It's so relaxing, it's soothing. I liked it, until I finally moaned slowly and was decapitated.

"Hm .. ohm ...."

He just let go of me after his breathing changed quickly.

"Don't you ever dare say goodbye again! Understood?! Camkan!" he rubbed my lips. His tone was full of emphasis.

"Did you know? Every parting word that you say, is stabbing my heart and heart Hanindiya!" emphatically. When I rubbed my lips back, his hands trembled.

"Ma-sorry ..," I said.

Then Zulfikar stood up and cursed himself.

"Damn!" muttered. He realized that the kissing activity had made his body react.

I also swallowed a rough salivary when I accidentally saw it. Mr. Zulfikar turned the body around, then made a cooling move. In the midst of this sadness, there was a funny incident. I also smile. Though, tears still wet my cheeks.

After he calmed down, he sat down on the sofa.

"Assalamu'alaikuum," Listi, where are you? Hurry up, yes" he said.

He called Mr. Listi again. So busy playing the phone, from his movements, I knew that he was sharing a message.

"Sir" call me.

"Sorry baby, I can't hug you just yet, still uncomfortable with my body, my pants still feel cramped" he said.

"W-what?" My eyes blinked. To me, what he said sounded very frontal.

A few moments later, Mistipun came. He quickly approached and hugged me.

"Neng, who is patient yes," he said in a soft voice. Her eyes are red.

"Sister, why? 'Cock cry?" my many.

"Neng, the cave just accidentally saw the news online."

"News?" I'm astonished.

"Tell me, I---."

"Listi!" sela pak Zulfikar's.

"I want to talk to you. This is very important," he added. Then out the room.

"Neng, wait a minute," Brother Listi overtook Zulfikar.

"What's up?" muttered.

Out of curiosity, I took my phone.

Sister Listi said the news online, but why say 'patience' to me? It's weird, isn't it?

...~Tbc~...