Forced to Share a Bed
The Unexpected Meeting

*H**Annezia Princess Sadikin*

I flushed this dirty body over and over again. But, the trail of the man could not be lost with water. This red mark is so blotchy. He's not sane. Maybe he doesn't recognize his own wife. Again, I regret all this. I don't know until when this regret continues to unfold. Maybe I'll keep regretting, forever, my whole life.

The Fajr prayer today is the Fajr prayer with my oldest prayer. After preaching, I poured out all these complaints to Him.

I am sure that the best way to complain about all grievances is only to Allah. As the Prophet complained about his people's actions to Him.

Sometimes, when I complain to others, it does not provide a way out, instead opening new problems that can be burdensome to others.

Allah will give way out when I ask Him. Even when I don't ask, God always gives. And I'm sure there's a hidden wisdom from this incident.

"Yes Rabbi, forgive me for I feel that this fate is so painful and shameful. How can I hide all this from Abah and ummi? How can I get that man to marry me? He's married to Ya Rabbi."

I complained to Him while prostrating and crying.

"Yes Rabbi, I want to marry her to save my honor. What can? But what about people's assumptions? They will definitely accuse me of being an actor or a cheap woman. What will my wish be to disturb his household? Rabbi, even if the marriage really happened, servant and he did not love each other."

"After marriage, I will ask her to divorce me immediately. The status of the widow is what I want. By making the scenario of never getting married, even though the servant is not holy anymore, abah and ummi certainly do not mind it."

"Hamba couldn't have told abah and ummi to have accidentally slept with a man. If servants were honest, their hearts would definitely be broken. O Rabb .. huuuks, please give the best way for this despicable servant of yours. If indeed the pain must exist, please let the servant alone feel this pain."

"Really, I do not want to damage the relationship of Mr. Zulfikar and his wife. Huw ... You Know, You are Hearing. You know what is best for the servant. Servant leave everything to You. La haula wala quwwata illa billahil aliyil adzim."

After being content to pour it all out, I got into bed, I saw that it was half six in the morning. It means I only have an hour to rest. At half-time, I have to leave for the office immediately.

I feel like I want to relax. Seriously, I'm still traumatized. Last night's events still circled in my head. I need a break, at least for today.

My phone's beeping. There's an incoming call from Mr. Listi.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikuum," I said.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Daini, where are you?" Sister Listi's voice sounded panicked.

"I-I'm at the boarding house, brother."

"Dai, where were you last night?! Cave find you, you know."

"I-I go home first, brother. Not feeling well anymore." I had to lie.

"Kok not saying the cave anyway if you are sick again?! You have an impromptu pain?! Coming moon?!" Sister Listi is scaring me. He's good, just talking about it that I think is a little rude.

"Sorry, Brother. I was sick all of a sudden. I am still sick now. Sister Listi can't help--."

"It can be, time is not. You take it easy, the matter of permission to get sick, the cave to take care of. Go home to your boarding house, huh? What food do you want to bring?" as usual.

Sister Listi had guessed I meant.

"No need, Brother. I don't need anything. Enough Brother just tame Caca's mom, hehehe." Bu Caca is a manager in the quality division. The person was hard to guess, his anger and decisiveness were indistinguishable.

"Yups, but you ain't sick, are you, Dai? Need a cave to bring an ambulance, right? Haha."

"Sir Listi is too much, deh. I'm allowed to rest today, really. Tomorrow also come in again" I explained.

"Yes healthy quickly yes ma'am ustadzah, do not forget to be happy even though it is still single," he said.

"Sister Listi also hopefully healthy always and quickly married. Don't be the new jomlo."

"Yey. Girlfriend cave love same dead cave, Dai. He if there is no cave can not live. Because he said the cave's breath h**his life."

"Hahaha, in Kak Akmal's eyes means Kak Listi is a lung" my lead.

"Hahaha, it could have been you, Dai. Yeah, well, it could be that, lung-to-lung, he's been contaminated with cigarette smoke."

"Kak Dai quickly forbid Kak Akmal smoking dong, pity Kak."

"Already, Dai. But it's hard he said. If not smoke he said he likes to be sick."

"Then anyway? Can't believe it, deh."

"Sama Dai, the cave also does not believe. The cave was comfortable with him. Caves are better contaminated with cigarette smoke than losing him. Is it dangerous if he asks to break up because of the cave so he stops smoking?"

"Hmm, how long are we going to talk, brother? My ears are getting hot" I complained.

"Hahaha, you guess the fire goddess cave, what? Always hot if the phone is the same cave. You haven't felt the hell on the phone with your boyfriend."

"Sister, if we call and hold Brother can be late for work. Now you haven't had a bath, have you?" my guess.

"Yey, you know what. The cave's bathing, Dai. Yesterday afternoon, hahahah. Not yet today."

"Hahaha, as expected," I'm spinning. The call with Sister Listi made me momentarily forget that dark night.

"The shower first is Dai. Remember coming home from cave work to your boarding house. Hehehe, if you're better, make the cave seblak ya."

"What?! Once again, Sister Listi told the sick to make it clear" I protested.

"Hahaha, if you can't, it's okay, Dai. But if it can be done, yes Dai. Seblak you are so delicious. The best thing the cave has ever eaten. Seriously, if you switch professions to be a seblak trader, the cave will be your regular customer."

"Thank you for the compliment, brother. Yes, for Sister Listi's sake, I'll work it out."

After chatting at length, high times, finally ended this important unimportant conversation. Sister Listi ended the call. I let out a sigh of relief. Having a good friend is a pleasure to be grateful for.

I was again overwhelmed with sadness because I accidentally saw the red mark that was lined up around my neck in the mirror. These tears are shed again. The rice I bought for breakfast was abandoned. My appetite is completely gone. Swallowing water is very difficult.

But if I don't eat, I'm afraid my pain is getting worse. I need to find some food that will calm me down a bit. Yeah, I need to eat some chocolate. I am also ready to go to the minimarket. The minimarket distance is about five hundred meters from the boarding house.

Counting sports, I thought. Uh, just want to buy the ingredients to make seblak. I also wonder why Sister Listi really likes my homemade seblak, the feeling I have no secret spice. I can make it too because look at the tutorial from YT.

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The coolness of the AC minimarket made me feel a little calm. Understandably, in my boarding house there is only a fan, even then it has begun to attack gout. If I use the rotating mode, my fan likes to scream.

I went straight to the soy sauce and sauce section. Other ingredients I will buy in the vegetable stalls in front of the boarding house.

Deg, my heart almost jumped. My legs were shaking, the hand holding the sauce was suddenly stiff. Next to me, or rather in front of the refrigerator containing various kinds of drinks, I saw the man. Yes, yes, that man. The man who took away my chastity last night.

Why is he here? Isn't it too far away if he deliberately bought drinks from the office to this minimarket? Why should he buy it? Why not just his assistant.

Yes, Rabb, of the many minimarkets in Jakarta, why should he come here? I pretended to see the expiration date on the sauce bottle. I hope he doesn't realize where I am. After all, why did he choose his drinking water for so long? I who crouched began to ache. Cold sweat ran down my temple.

"Awh," I cried. Suddenly a bottle of soy sauce hit my shoulder.

"Oh my goodness, Ma'am. Sorry yeah. I didn't intentionally." A mother grabbed my shoulder. Apparently these mothers are in a hurry.

"That's okay, Mom." My voice trembles. Why trembling? Yes, because Mr. Zulfikar seemed to be looking at me.

"Is it really okay?"

"True Ma'am," I said.

Rather than me being caught off guard, I better leave immediately. I quickly left. Panicking, I forgot not to bring the sauce. I moved, turned around and walked quickly while looking down.

I hope he doesn't see me.

But ....

"Hanin, wait. Hanin," he called and chased me.

Basic g I l a! You said if you met each other, you should pretend you didn't know each other, right? My name is in my heart.

I came out of the market and couldn't buy anything. I need to get back to the hostel.

"Hanin, wait," she brashly held my hand.

"Depart, Sir! You're not polite!" my yelling. I brushed it off, but she wouldn't let go of my hand.

"Hanin, why are you here? You're not going to the office? You missed work? Are you pretending to be sick?"

"Let go of my hand, sir! I don't want to answer. What's the matter you have to know my problem?! Whatever I do, it has nothing to do with you!" Fortunately, the surrounding is still quiet. If not, we could be the center of attention.

"You're costing in this area?" tanyakanya.

"Sir, please .... Shouldn't we pretend we don't know each other? Why are you bothering me?" My eyes started to glaze over. For a moment, we sat.

"I want to talk, come to my car," he asked.

"Sir, you are really disrespectful, yes! Let go of me, or I'll scream!" my threat.

"Hanin, please, I want to talk, just so, yeah." While releasing my hand.

"I'd like to talk if you agree to the terms I want" I said.

"The one married? But to talk about it, we need to talk, right?"

I was silent, looking down like a raining chick.

"Really, right?" his insistence. From the reflection of the car body, I realized that he kept looking at me. You crocodile!

"Sir, we are not muhrim. Even if we talk, it can't be both. I want mediators or witnesses. I don't want our togetherness to boomerang and cause new problems. May you understand," I hope, then leave it.

And I don't know why I feel like he's following me. I also looked.

"Sir, why are you following me?!" my yelling.

He even smiled. He's a really sane guy.

"My papa-mama's house is a kilometer away. I don't think I need to get in the car. I'm just gonna walk. Not bad, itung-itung sports," he explained.

"What?!" I'm appalled.

"There is a little need, so before going to the office, I want to stop by first" he added.

"Please walk in front!" my word.

"You're the one in front, ladies first," he refused.

...~Tbc~...