Forced to Share a Bed
Can I Erase Your Trace?

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

I shouldn't cry about the departure of Mr. Zul and Ms. Dewi. I should have known myself that Bu Dewipun had rights over Mr. Zulfikar. I wiped my tears while looking back at the clothes that Yuze had provided.

The clothes she was wearing were tailored to my taste. It was as if Ms. Yuze knew what kind of clothes I used to wear. The difference is, this one is branded. Not the discount clothes that I often buy at online shops.

I wanted to get out of this room to see ummi and abah. But I don't dare. I then tidied up the clothes I brought from Bandung. Then back to contemplating.

Right, I'll be able to call Dr. Rahmi. Why just think? I have a cell phone to contact him. In the second ring it is immediately lifted.

"Dok, can you go to my room?"

"What's up, Neng? No complaints, right?"

"Nothing, Doc. Just wanted company, I needed a friend to talk to, "I replied, honestly. Lately I have often felt that I am more sensitive than usual.

"Well, I went there" he said.

While waiting, I lay my body on this king-size bed. Then look at the ceiling of the room. My fervent hover.

Mr. Zulfikar and Miss Dewi what are you doing, huh?

This improper thought filled my head. Sometimes, I still can't believe that this self has turned out to be part of a controversial word for the famous term POLYGAMI.

Actually, even without the permission of the mother of Dewi, if only limited to series marriage, polygamy can still be done. Provided, Mr. Zulfikar is competent and fair to his son and all his wives. That is what still bothers my mind. I feel, in this case, the male side is like the upper hand. While women, again become the aggrieved and hurt parties.

If that night never happened, maybe .. I wouldn't be in this house.

Being in my position is so hard. Wh why? Because I was on the side of a young wife who in fact always cornered, blamed, even labeled as an actor. There is another fact that goes on behind this marriage.

Maybe, people out there will ask Miss Dewi ....

"How can you be polygamous?"

Even though I played the role of honey. I also need answers to that question.

Really, when I saw firsthand how Miss Dewi hugged and kissed Mr. Zulfikar, this heart could not be lied to. Yes, I know that Goddess's mom is his wife. But, I still felt a stream of hot blood flowing down my chest.

The jealousy remains. This is what makes me always feel guilty about Miss Dewi. If I also feel this sick and jealous, Miss Dewipun. He must have been very hurt and disappointed.

"Huft ...."

I let out a breath. I want to vaporize all the feelings that weigh on this chest, but.

How do I get ridha to be polygamous?

This is not an easy job. Not all wives can accept it with ridho, including me or Miss Dewi. What's more is very few among polygamists who show a positive example. Except, those who do so because of Allah, by heeding the means which Allah and His Messenger have observed.

So, polygamy carried out by Zulfikar sir belongs to which category?

To this day, I still doubt the exact answer.

I only know if the success of a polygamous family is determined by the extent of understanding and obedience of each family member, namely husband and wife, to the teachings of Islam.

In my opinion, the lack of understanding and practice of Islamic teachings, can be a source of trigger in the rift of household values.

However, if the life of polygamy is based on right understanding and commitment to implement something with sharia, I am sure God willing will appear mutual understanding, mutual affection, and love, and help each other between husband and wife.

Looking at the appearance of the Goddess maam who had currently been hijabed, I suddenly had more expectations from this marriage. For me, the appearance of the Goddess mother seems to be a sign if this marriage in the future will be better and can run according to sharia.

"Assalamu'alaikuum." Doctor Rahmi's voice.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Come in, Doc," I replied as I opened the door.

"Well, it's comfortable in the room." Dr. Rahmi rolls a view to every corner of the room.

"Well, ummi and my brother where are you?" I asked them where they were.

"It looks like it's on a break, Neng. Oiya, is there any more blood spots no?"

"Nothing, Doc. But I'm being sensitive. So often feel sad," I explained.

"No problem, really. Pregnant women are more sensitive to their environment. Often feel sad and often cry because the hormonal level in his body is increasing and changing," explained Dr. Rahmi.

"Although, the change should not create severe stress and interfere with fetal growth and development" he added.

"Excuse me."

Outside the room there was a call. Dr. Rahmi opened the door. Apparently, there was a young woman who seemed to be a housekeeper. I conclude like that because the clothes are the same as the mothers who are called Mr. Zulfikar as Bu Juju.

"What's wrong?" ask Dr. Rahmi.

"Bu Daini and the Doctor were told to eat," he said as he occasionally watched me.

"Oh, fine. Thank you, I'll be there with Neng Daini."

Then the woman passed by while furrowing her brows. I don't know what he's thinking. The workers in this house certainly do not know about the problems that occurred between me and Mr. Zulfikar. I became worried that they would accuse me of being a shameless actor.

My fear grew when I remembered the news. The news clearly cornered me. My daydreams ran out as Dr Rahmi led my hand to the dining room.

"Don't daydream 'dong, pretty. Neng Daini must be strong and steadfast for the good of the twins, promise?" said. Then he hooked his finger to my finger.

"No, I'm not daydreaming," I deny.

Along the way to the dining room, my eyes were endlessly looking around. The interior paint is a combination of gold, white, and silver colors. The netraku was stunned and glued when he saw the decorative lights made of crystal. The lamp is pyramid shaped.

I turned my head to enjoy its beauty. The lamp was so long and big. It hangs majestically from the third floor ceiling. Dangle, glitter, and glitter.

I was also fascinated by the spiral staircase design. Stair floor full marble, very shiny. There is a typical Middle Eastern luxury carpet installed in the middle of the stairs.

"Good yes, Neng," said Dr Rahmi.

"Muhun, sae pisan (yes, that's great)" I said.

Then, this chest flinched. I saw Mr. Zulfikar and Miss Dewi coming down the stairs. They're from the third floor.

"Hanin," said Zulfikar.

He smiled when he saw me. In fact, his hand is currently holding the hand of the Goddess mother. Realizing my existence, Madam Dewi then wrestled spoiled on the arm of Mr. Zulfikar.

"Just seen the good lights?" chirp the Goddess when her position is close to me.

"Yes" I replied briefly.

"Wi, should ya ask like that?" protest Mr. Zulfikar while unraveling the hand of the Goddess ma'am.

"Hahaha, how come Mas's the sewot, anyway? The brain is also mediocre, huh." Miss Dewi pouted, then re-embraced Zulfikar sir's hand.

"Zinc, yuk!" take Dr. Rahmi. He pulled my hand back. Doctor Rahmi seemed to understand my feelings.

"Doctor Rahmi, don't hurry!" shouted Mr. Zulfikar until me and doctor Rahmi stopped the step.

"You know my wife is pregnant?! How can you get her to walk so fast! Don't repeat it again!" resounding. Then I approached and stroked my stomach.

"You're okay, aren't you?" said.

"Ishh, you know too much, Mas. The Daini is fine. No need to be too pampered." Lady Dewi is back in protest.

I let out a breath. Honestly, it's only been a few hours in this house, I don't feel comfortable. If it wasn't for Mr. Zulfikar, I wouldn't have forced myself to stay here either.

"Neng Daini's? Well, the shirt fits. That's Papa you choose."

From the other direction, Aksa sir appeared and directly commented on my clothes. The Goddess returned. Then he pulled Zulfikar's hand.

"Quick yuk, Mas. I was hungry" he said.

"Ba-well," Zulfikar sir left after he threw his smile at me.

"This is my choice of clothes? Emm... I mean Papa's choice?"

Despite feeling awkward, I ventured to talk to Mr. Aksa. Then Yuzepun's mom came from the other direction. This house consists of many rooms designed with different themes.

"You've rested, haven't you?" Bu Yuze looked at me.

"Have it been, Mom."

"The snack in the refrigerator, has it been eaten?"

"Not yet, Mom."

"Lho, why? I'm providing it all to you, why haven't I tasted it yet?" His face looks upset.

"Pardon-sorry, Mom. Haven't gotten. I'll try." I looked down and played my finger.

"Prophe 'dong, Ma. Daini 'new coming, yes natural 'lah if you have not had time to taste," defended Aksa sir.

"Yes, let's eat!" take Yuze's mom with her delicate expression. Even though it's sniffy, but enough attention.

...***...

"Ummi, Abah."

In the dining room there are ummi and abah, and Ihsan sir.

"This is sitting near Ummi," asked ummi.

"Sit here, near me," invited Miss Dewi.

"Would you sit near Papa" Aksapun asked me. Oh my goodness, sitting is so complicated. I was confused where to sit.

"Sok atuh, how Neng Daini just want to sit where it is. That pity is like our bumil confusion." To the extent that Ihsanpun commented.

"Sorry too late," suddenly came Brother Gendis.

"I want to sit down with a beautiful girl. You're still standing Neng?" tanyakanya.

"I'm waiting for Brother Gendis" I said.

Then sit on an empty chair near me. Brother Gendis is sitting next to me. Unfortunately, my position is right opposite Zulfikar sir. I realized it after sitting down. But, yeah, that's it.

"Please Mr. from Bandung lead the prayer" said Mr. Aksa.

Abah leads the prayer. We specifically bow our heads, including the Goddess. Then the eating began. Just walk with his feet. No chatter, and no sentences. When he accidentally straightened his eyes, Mr. Zulfikar was looking at me. I'm gonna head down right away.

When I looked again, Mr. Zulfikar was feeding the Goddess. They're so friendly. Looking at this scene, I felt as if I had never had a crush on him. I feel excluded and unregarded. Food that was delicious, now it is difficult to swallow. Then the urge came, I wanted to pee at a time like this.

"Sister Gendis, I-I want to p i p i s first," I whispered to Brother Gendis.

"Zul, Daini wants to p i p p i s'uh, you inter gih," said brother Gendis.

I was surprised. Didn't expect that Gendis's brother would be as obvious as it was saying that I would urinate in front of everyone who was eating food. I was embarrassed, my face was hot.

"Okay, yuk baby." Mr. Zulfikar sprightly, stand up straight away.

"Hahaha, how is that so similar, Dai? In the past, when young pregnant women same Zul also like, want to urinate when again eating. What's more 'your baby's twins, automatically the pressure on his bladder is stronger, '" said Bu Yuze.

"What?! She's pregnant with twins?!" Miss Dewi gasped. Apparently, he just found out.

"I went to the bathroom by myself, no need to be delivered" I said. Immediately divert the surprise of the Goddess mother so as not to have an impact on the commotion at the dining table.

"I'm full!" Lady Goddess left, before I left.

"Goddess, wait." Mr. Zulfikar is after him.

"Neng Daini, I'm the one who delivered."

Doctor Rahmi offers herself. I'm nodding. Ummi and Abah said nothing. They just look at me. Pak Aksa and Bu Yuze sighed.

I walked quickly to my room.

"Neng-neng, don't hurry. Later I was scolded again by the Director. Even though near the dining room there is a bathroom as well," said Dr Rahmi.

"It's my responsibility here, Doc," I'm responsible.

And in front of the room, Rahmi and I looked at each other because the door was open. Who's in? Thought. I rushed in, doctor Rahmi followed. In the room I was staring, so surprised by what I was seeing right now.

"Why are you always lucky Daini?! You shouldn't have gotten all that!" shouted the Goddess.

"Wi, relax. Don't be like this!" Mr. Zulfikar hugged the Goddess maam who was currently ruffling my clothes.

"I'm not calm, Mom! How could she be pregnant with twins? Why is he lucky?! I can't take it!"

"Wi, Mas' aunt has twins too. Ponakam Mas also has twins, it's natural that Hanin can also be pregnant with twins." Mr. Zulfikar and Ms. Dewi don't seem to have realized the whereabouts of me and doctor Rahmi.

"Neng, let's get out of here," the doctor told Rahmi in a whispering voice. I'm obeying.

"Excessive crying, quarrels, noise, obscenities and insults, are not good for fetal development. At this time, Neng Daini's baby could not hear him. But it would be nice if from now on Neng should have avoided the things I mentioned earlier," he added when we were away from the room.

"Well, thank you, Doc."

After urinating, I went back to the dining room and continued eating. After eating, I invited Brother Gendis to play in his room. I went to Gendis's room with Dr. Rahmi.

...***...

In Gendis's room on the second floor, I almost fainted. Imagine, in his room there is a swimming pool. What room is this villa? Doctor Rahmipun was stunned until the head was ringed and amazed.

"Hahaha, just a small swimming pool, really. There is no need to be too much amazement" said Brother Gendis.

"We swim, yuk!" take Dr. Rahmi.

"Agree" said Gendis. I kept quiet because I realized I couldn't swim.

"Mom's pregnant are swimming too. Healthy knows, Neng," said Dr. Rahmi.

"I'm not coming."

"Lho, why?" Brother Gendis looked at me.

"I can't swim."

"Geez, it's okay, I'll teach you slowly, want a beautiful sister-in-law. Hehehe, I have a lot of super sexy swimsuits" she said.

"Well, joss fun," Rahmi's doctor was enthusiastic.

"Neng Daini won't wear my clothes? It must be sexy, hahaha," Brother Gendis chuckled.

"Sorry, I don't want to, brother."

"Yes, when you take Daini, you will not want 'lah," said Dr. Rahmi.

"Aurat indeed? No, right?" ask brother Gendis.

"Women's law toward other women is like the aurat of men in the presence of other men. Although both in the presence of women, it does not mean a woman is free to open her aura. That is, it is not permissible for men to see the aurat of men and women to see the aurat of women. Nor can a man with another man in a blanket and a woman with another woman in a blanket" I explained.

Doctor Rahmi and Kak Gendis listened while nodding their heads.

"There is also a saying if the limit of the woman's aura in the presence of other women is enough between the navel to the knee because the initial assumption of orgasm will not appear among fellow women. However, because it is feared that it will cause vile slander in the form of same-sex acts, the Muslim woman is required to close all her aurat, as well as in her being in the presence of a man who is not her muhrim."

"Oh, so yeah." Doctor Rahmi mangosteen.

"But the limits of a Muslim woman in front of a non-Muslim woman are different from those of a Muslim woman" I continued.

"Interesting, how can it be different 'sih? Are you a woman too?" ask Brother Gendis while inviting me to sit on the sofa overlooking the pool.

"Because some scholars argue that a Muslim woman should be hijab-worthy in front of non-muhrim men when in the presence of non-Muslim women. Non-Muslim women are not among those who are allowed to see the jewelry of a Muslim woman. So the law in the presence of non-Muslim women is punished as it is in the presence of non-muhrim men" he explained.

"Yes, it's not swimming 'deh, '" said Dr Rahmi.

"Why not, Doc? Sorry, if what I said made Brother Gendis and doctor Rahmi uncomfortable."

"It's okay Neng Daini. It's my fault I don't have a Muslim swimsuit. Anyway, tomorrow I want to buy a Muslim swimsuit and a covered one, so you can swim too."

"Sister Gendis, Doc, I'm sorry I think I should go to my room. I have something to do" I said. I thought, if I stayed here, they would definitely not swim. It would be better if I just left.

"Yes, be careful Neng Daini, take the elevator," said Dr Rahmi.

"Ready," I said.

...***...

Now, night has come. Last time, after the Isya prayer, I had a chance to meet with abah and ummi, as well as participate in a conversation in the living room with Pak Aksa, Bu Yuze and Mr. Ihsan.

Earlier, we discussed the right to issue my son-in-law. Said Mr. Aksa and Ms. Yuze, if the mother of Dewi still does not allow my marriage and Mr. Zulfikar legalized, then Mr. Aksa will ask Mr. Zulfikar to adopt my son. So legally, my son will be the son of Zulfikar sir and Miss Dewi.

Hearing that idea, I clearly refused out loud. Abah was even almost emotional, fortunately the hunt was calmed by Mr. Ihsan. Ummiku did not comment, but ummi immediately cried until sobbing.

"I can raise my own child!" I shouted at that moment.

"Neng Daini, Papa's plan is done for a better future. Papa promises will not limit your meetings and your children. You stay in this house, take care of them, and breastfeed them for up to two years. It's just a matter of guardianship" explained Mr. Aksa.

"Then what am I considered, sir? I'm her mother, I'm pregnant with her. I'd rather be a single mother than give my son to someone else to adopt, huuu huu." I also cried in the arms of Ummi. Ummi stroked my back.

"But Zulfikar is no one else, Neng. He's your husband, the father of your children" Yuze said.

"I still refuse!" my firmness.

"I also believe I can take care of his children Daini even without the help of Pak Aksa. Honestly, the plan was unfair. Poor my daughter" said Abah.

"Sorry, I'm willing to interrupt. Neng Daini can indeed propose as a single parent. But the reason should be clear. Let's understand the meaning first. Single parents are parents who have been widowed or widowed whether it is a mother or father. Then the mother or father assumes the responsibility of caring for the child after the death of his partner, divorce, or the presence of the child out of wedlock."

"Well, in that case, Neng Daini wants to use what excuse?" ask sir Ihsan.

"Divorce, Sir. I just want to get a divorce!" I screamed while holding my stomach.

"Neng, don't be emotional, let's talk again. Papa promises you nothing to lose," woo Mr. Aksa.

"Yes, Daini. What do you want? I'll give you whatever you want," Yuzepun ma'am seduced me.

"I want to be a single parent! After this child is born, I want to ask for a divorce. Huuu ...."

At that moment, I spoke as I left them. I ran to this room crying.

"Hulu."

I still cry to this day. I buried my head under the pillow. There is no other way but to force Mr. Zulfikar to divorce me. I'll forget everything about him from my memory. I am sure I will live happily with my children.

I want to say that intention immediately. But ... At this time, Mr. Zulfikar is with Miss Dewi. They might be making love. I held my chest. It felt like there was a painstaking pain stabbing my chest.

Right, I'd rather forget about him than get hurt. I'll erase the taste that began to bloom this to not trace.

But can I forget it?

...~Tbc~...