Forced to Share a Bed
A Confusing Taste

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

These tears bear witness to how my soul and body were so tormented and languished. At first, I wanted to keep running when I came out of Zulfikar's room. But in that part it still hurts.

Ummi, Abba ....

I called their names. They always taught me about ethics, morals, and the value of truth. But easily, I lost one of the moral values I should have been able to keep.

I immediately entered the elevator, this body getting cold. I want to get to the hostel and clean up. The atmosphere of the hotel is very quiet. Yeah, they must be sleeping. I hope no one sees my mess. I regret having attended this show.

"Is there anything we can help you with?" A prescription greeted me.

I was surprised but kept calm.

"Nothing, Brother." I continued the steps.

"Brother from what room? Want to check out?" ask again. It might feel strange about my appearance.

"No, I just want to go out for a while" I replied.

"Emm, it just accidentally fell into the pool, haven't changed, hehehe," I said as the receptionist's eyes looked up and down.

I left because I didn't want to answer the question anymore. Upon arrival at the exit, I realized that my bag and its contents were left in Zulfikar's room.

"Yes Rabb." This experiment is so hard.

Did I go to my room to see Misti? But, if I go there .. Misti must be surprised by my appearance.

I finally sat on the bench of the hotel garden, crying again while looking at the moon who seemed to smile happily for all my sadness.

"Huuks."

To whom else would I have told this whole matter if it were not for Him. I looked again at the moon, at its side was a small, twinkling star. The star seems to say that hope will always be there.

"If you sincerely want to take responsibility. Please marry me."

I remember that spontaneous word. Whether he wants to or not, I don't care. Clearly, I don't want my pride to be trampled on.

As a Muslim, Mr. Zulfikar should know that I am his brother as a fellow Muslim. He cannot persecute me, he must not ignore me, he must not lie, and he must not belittle or demean me.

For me, honor is something that cannot be bought. It is like happiness that money cannot always buy.

"God." Because of the cold, I'm all about you.

How do I get my bag back?

While I was like, I was daydreaming. Don't ask me again how I feel at this moment. My heart seems to be sliced open. Mr. Zulfikar's whole speech imprints in memory. Stabbing my heart, again, again and again.

Not felt, because I was tired, I also lay my body on the bench of the park. Actually there is an intention to go to room number 38 to see Mr. Listi. But, I'm tired ....

Yes, for a while, I'll just rest here. Really, at first I just wanted to take a break, but .. moments later, my eyes started to shut.

Then ....

"Daini, Hanindiya, hey Princess Sadikin," someone called my full name.

Who the hell?

I opened my eyes slowly. Samar, I saw the silhouette of someone's body. Tall, strapping. He's holding something. Then as the figure shifted its body, a moonlight shone down the side of its face. I'm woken. The figure in front of me was the man I hated and did not expect his presence.

"What name should I call you?" tanyakanya. Mr. Zulfikar is completely ignorant.

"Give me my bag!" ketusku while taking the bag and ID card in his hand.

"Hey, be patient." Even to shake my hand. He was holding my bag and ID.

"You're not polite! How dare you open my bag!" my macu. I scolded him while looking down.

"Hanin, yes I'll call you Hanin, can you?" A very, very unimportant question.

"Give me my things! We are not muhrim! It's not worth it that you and I are both like this!" I insist while trying to take.

"It turns out that you're really fierce."

He hid my bag behind his body. When I stole a glance, I saw him looking at me with a smile.

Crazy men! My name is in my heart. He was clearly married but still dared to look at the other woman without any shame.

"I'd doubt that you don't recognize your own wife! Lest you deliberately want to feel a new atmosphere and taste while sleeping with me!" accuse me.

"What did you say?! Hey hypocritical lady, you don't talk so much!" his yell.

"Enough sir, enough! If you don't intend to give me my stuff, there's no need to come here!" my ketus. I was angry, I hurriedly left him.

I went back to the hotel, and he was stalking. This guy really makes me hate him more. I immediately pressed the elevator button, hoping to dodge this man.

Late, when I entered, her long legs were stretched out. Elevator sensors detect his feet until the elevator door opens again and he can enter freely.

I close my body to the elevator wall. We don't talk to each other. I dare not steal a look anymore. I'm mute.

"I already know your identity. Sorry, just opened your ID. It's his bag." He put the bag around my neck. I just shut up. This trip was long and boring.

"I'll also investigate the case. If you are found guilty, I will judge you. But don't expect me to marry you even if you're proven innocent" he said.

I was silent, I was lazy to argue. But these stupid tears come back. He's flowing again wetting my cheeks.

"Hanin," she called out as I got out of the elevator. I'm silent for a moment.

"Please keep this matter a secret from anyone. Give me time to investigate. After I found the facts. I will be responsible for you in my own way. If you happen to meet in a company or anywhere, just assume that we don't know each other, understand?"

"No, I don't understand!" I answered when we were in front of her room. I rushed to my room.

"Hanin, don't joke! You have to understand my position" he said. He chased me.

"Don't expect me to be able to understand you before you also understand my position," I said.

"Haisshh," I heard her grunt.

Thank God, he's not stalking me anymore.

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I knocked on the door over and over, but Misti didn't answer. I called, Misti didn't answer.

"Sister Listi, I'm cold" I complained. But what is power.

There is no other way, I have to go back to the boarding house right now. My tears were seeping again as I passed Zulfikar's room.

But I am aware of my nature. As a human being, I will be faced with many pleasures and challenges in life. So it is natural that at any time I feel various feelings such as happy, sad, angry, to fall like this moment.

In the taxi, I was daydreaming. Although it hurts a lot, I don't want this problem to make me fall and fail. This problem should be able to motivate me to better myself, be grateful, and think mature.

But ... What about my chastity?

Right, there's only one way to keep me honorable. Yes, I have to marry Zulfikar sir to get the title of widow.

Why does it have to be like that? For if I were a widow, the man who married me would never question my chastity again. In order for my legal status to be legal, Mr. Zulfikar and I must be legally married.

"Sir, it's here" said the driver.

Because of daydreaming, I did not realize that I was in front of the boarding house.

...***...

Zulfikar Saga Antasena

After returning Hanin's bag, I immediately took a shower. I even repeated my big bath twice. After taking a shower, I crawled back to bed. I wanted to sleep again, but it was hard.

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin.

I memorized his long name. Even the date of his birth I knew. I remember all the stuff in the lady's bag. The existence of prayer beads, mukena, and holy scripture mushaf in her bag, made me hesitate again if she was the woman who was deliberately sent to set me up.

I can't sleep anymore. The shadow of him sleeping on the park bench, and the tears that flowed while in the elevator, made me feel a little touched. Suddenly, the Goddess hugged me. I hugged her back.

"Scent, have you taken a shower?" mummy Goddess.

"I-iya already love."

"Mas, last night I heard someone coughing, didn't you hear me?"

"When love? What sound?" Sorry Wi, I pretended not to know.

"Em, Mas's coughing voice. But I doubt it's a human voice."

"You mean?"

"Maybe it's the voice of the waiter of this room, ihh seraaam," the Goddess recriminated as she whispered. He kissed me on the cheek, then his hand slipped in an indeterminate direction. I immediately held the Goddess' hand.

"Don't Wi, it'll be dawn soon."

"Hahaha," The goddess laughed and tickled me.

"Hahaha, ticklish love, watch out for you, yes" I carried her body to the bathroom.

"Mas, off, I don't want to take a shower first," declined the Goddess. He thrashed.

Deg, upon arrival in the bathroom, I pegged. Seeing that bathup, I remembered Hanin.

"Why, Mas?"

"Tida nothing, love." I kissed the Goddess cheek while putting it on the side of the bathup.

"Mas, I want to be bathed" she said.

"If Mas bathe you, later we can oversaw the dawn prayer. Love, at dawn, the angels of the day will take turns to accompany our prayers with the angels of the night. Well, they will gather when we perform the Fajr and Ashar prayers."

"The dawn prayer can also widen the sustenance, but Allah distributes the sustenance to His servant between the time of dawn prayer and the rising of the sun, I explained.

"Yes," while pouting the Goddess finally wanted to take a bath herself.

While waiting for the Goddess, my mind drifted back to Hanin. If I look, from the beginning I should have realized that the woman was not a Goddess. Her soft skin, her body, her perfume, her lips, and everything inside her did feel completely different.

He also tried several times to resist my treatment, but I still forced him. Yeah, I remember. At that time, he often said 'don't.' If she was a Goddess, it would be impossible to say 'don't' right? Should have been, when he tried to resist, I did not continue with the activity.

"Argh."

I covered my hair.

What's wrong with my heart? Why keep thinking about him?

I'm a married man, I shouldn't be like this.

Is this because I haven't really loved the Goddess yet?

"Huft, I'm sorry, Wi ...."

The curiosity kept on rolling. I also took my phone to see my company profile. I want to know Hanid's position in my company. I'm his superior, it's only natural that I want to know more about my subordinates? Not natural, anyway?

"Mas, how do you even play HP? Usually while waiting for the dawn adhan, Mas like to see the news, right?"

The goddess came out of the bathroom. Only a small towel wrapped around the body as it was. He walked while drying his hair. The Goddess's appearance is so sexy. But why do I feel so ordinary?

"Mas, it's normal to see it," the Goddess probably thought I saw it out of desire.

"Sexy," I praise.

"Once the dawn prayer, we play again. Hehehe," said the Goddess while winking.

"Emm, let's see you later on love," I threw a smile. Then go to the bathroom for ablution. At a glance, I saw the Goddess glancing at me with a frowned.

In the bathroom, I remembered Hanin. In my eyes, the woman looks different. What is different about him, huh?

Really, this taste is really confusing.

...~Tbc~...