Forced to Share a Bed
Will Unleash You

I want to bring this crying and pain to my dreamland. But, these eyes are hard to shut. When I closed my eyes, the sleepiness never came. I suddenly got insomnia from thinking about the problem. I'm afraid my son was taken by them.

"No, no! Nay! Huuu." I cried again as I slowly rubbed my stomach.

This week, my pregnancy has entered its second month. Actually I still feel hesitant to take off Mr. Zulfikar. But, if they still insist on adopting my son, inevitably, I have to take it off.

"Mr Zulfikar ...."

It's always like this. When I'm sad, I always want him by my side. I wanted to get rid of this dependency, but .. Why is this so hard?

In order to alleviate this sadness, I tried to do things that could keep me a little busy. I read the Qur'an, read books, and braided my hair. After that activity, I was not sleepy.

Then I approached the dressing table on each shelf has been arranged various types of body lotions, cosmetics, and friends. I took one of them. The efficacy of this lotion turned out to prevent stretch marks.

When I kiss, the smell is fresh, the smell is sotfly and does not make me dizzy. I then use it on the abdomen, legs, arms, and other parts.

Then my eyes glanced at the various perfumes whose bottle shape looks unique and rare. I took one of them. It's an imported perfume from Italy. It is licensed halal. I like the smell too. So, I sprayed this perfume on my body.

Continue to open the wardrobe section that contains a row of lingerie. I never thought, why did Ms. Yuze think of buying clothes like this? Yeah, I have lingerie too. But not as sexy and open as this. And for some reason, I suddenly wanted to try it. Before I put it on, I made sure to come back if the door was locked.

I took the red pepper. Astarghfirullah's. When mirrored, I myself was surprised and widened my eyes. My body was almost completely exposed. Oh my, that's funny. I smiled when I saw my stomach.

"Assalamu'alaikuum. Hanin, it's me. Open the door."

"WHAT?!"

I was surprised amazingly. Wasn't Zulfikar with Lady Ma'am? Why is he even here? I'm thorny. When I looked at the wall clock, it was already half-twelve o'clock at night.

"How is this?" muttered.

Since it was in this state, I only answered his greetings in a soft voice. I hope Mr. Zulfikar thinks I've slept well. So I decided not to open the door.

"Darling? Is it sleeping?" He's still outside the room. I don't care about it.

Sorry sir. You are with the Goddess, I said in my heart.

Then Zulfikar sir's voice and the knock on the door were heard no more. I'm sure he's back in the Goddess's room. But ... Just about to open the lingerie, I suddenly heard the sound of the key opening.

I came back surprised. Panicked, I got into bed and hid under the covers. Heart's beating. Quintip slowly.

How'this?

Mr. Zulfikar made it into the room. Sloppy, I forgot something. He is the son of the owner of this house. Of course have the authority to get a duplicate key of this room.

"Darling?"

I peeked at him by closing my eyes ninety percent.

Mr. Zulfikar is approaching. Walk slowly to bed. Eyes circling. Then paused for a moment as he looked at my clothes gathered on the sofa. Maybe it was surprising because it was only this time I put clothes on the sofa in a mess.

"Have you slept?"

He's getting closer. There was no choice but to pretend to be asleep. I closed my eyes hard. Then hope that she leaves quickly and doesn't take my blanket off.

"Hhhhhhhhhh."

Mr. Zukfikar sniffed his nose. It must be because there's too much perfume I use.

Oh, please don't come any closer! Nay! Please ....

My mind wails. Really, it would be a shame if he knew I was wearing this shirt. My hair is even braided and my body is so fragrant.

Why is it like this?

The night that had been sad, now turned tense. Sadness is replaced by shame.

No, I shouted as Mr. Zulfikar got into bed.

"You smell good" he said. He hugged me, then pulled my blanket down. Fortunately, only to the limit of the neck. Then kiss my forehead.

"Brapped?" muttered.

She stroked my hair. From this close distance, I can also smell the scent of shampoo. Although her hair looks dry, but I'm sure that she and Miss Dewi have done the right thing. He said he wanted three rounds. Oiya, if it's been three rounds, he should have been exhausted, right?

"Sorry to leave you for so long, sorry I didn't talk to ummi, abah and the others" he said. Now while hugging me. Still haven't pulled the blanket off.

"Tonight, I purposely split half the night for the Goddess, and half the night for you." Then kiss my cheek.

"Before I go to sleep, I want to kiss our son first."

Nooo, jangaaan. May only be kissed from the outside.

Then ....

"S-honey?! K-you---."

Surprised already. The taste is broken. Can only try to resume my pretense. Pretend sleep. Point. Mr. Zulfikar has pulled my blanket. This time, I was perfect. I don't know what he's expression is. For a while, all I heard was silence and the sound of her breathing.

"Sa-sad ... a-are you deliberately preparing all this to tease me?" His voice was heavy and slightly trembling.

"Hanindiya, you have to wake up baby."

Now wakes me. Shaking my shoulder slowly. I'm unmoving. Breathable slowed. He cupped my cheek. Then I put my body to sleep.

"Why are you wearing this, hmm? Get up, baby. Don't torture me, Hanindiya." Now try opening my eyes and massaging my nose. Because I'm quiet. He used cheating. Tickled me. So, I lost. I spontaneously laughed because I was amused.

"Ahh, ha ha ha, a-forget," I said. Open your eyes and pull the blanket. But Mr. Zulfikar had already thrown the blanket on the floor.

"Are you pretending to be asleep?" Confine my body.

"Yes, sir." What's?! Why am I being honest?

"What?! Hahaha, do you dare lie to me?"

"Mmm, I-I mean I've been sleeping, sir." I held back her chest that almost overstimulated me.

"Can you do it already?" tanyanya while swallowing saliva.

"Can? Can what? I-I don't understand what you mean." I turned my face away so as not to be tempted by her seduction.

"A wife wears this type of dress, lies in bed, and wears a lot of perfume? What else does that mean if you don't want to be --."

"No, I don't want anything, sir. Just curious," as I was. Still turning away faces.

"Darling, don't lie" she cupped my cheek to face him. He was busy taking off his pajamas in a hurry. I pecked for a moment. Honestly, I was fascinated by her beautiful, well-fitted torn bread.

"I can't help myself anymore, baby. I promise to be careful and slow. Want ya, pretty? Please ...."

He began to seduce me, even kissing my hands with longing eyes. I took a deep breath. Shall I deliver the plans of Aksa sir and Yuze ma'am right now? At a time like this, is it worth it for me to discuss the matter? I gently rubbed his jaw.

Staring at his handsome face from this close distance almost made me greedy to want to stay with him. However, what Mr. Zulfikar's parents said, has really hurt my feelings as a woman. Yes, they have thrown away my pride as a mother. Even saying it would give me everything as long as it agreed to the deal.

"Darling, quickly answer me, I can't stand it ...." His breathing went up and down, his face began to turn red.

"Hasn't it been three rounds?" I spontaneously said that phrase. It's out of scenario.

"Huhuh? Three rounds? Meanin?" He was confused.

"Sorry, I mean, sa-sama Miss Goddess," I explained in a soft voice.

"Not three rounds, baby. Only once, even then can I do it after imagining with your body and your face."

"What?!" I'm appalled.

Mr. Zulfikarpun looked shocked after saying that. He closed his mouth while opening his eyes. I think he's flabbergasted. Hugged me.

"Sorry, I-I'm sorry. I'm like that for a reason .. You're the only woman I love. I'm sorry, Hanindiya," he said.

I'm silent, I don't know if all this time he was so depressed about his marriage with Miss Dewi.

"Since when?" my many. I returned the trap. Let me use this opportunity before asking him to let me go.

"Since that night it's been a shame" he replied.

"Then ... until when will you be like that?" ask me again while tracing her lips with my fingers.

"Maybe until you allow me to part with the Goddess." His lips said so, but his hands remained mischievous. Slowly his hands began to act. I refused, giving him space.

"Are you sure you're willing to sacrifice everything for me? What about your parents, your company, and what about that prenuptial agreement? I already know everything from Mr. Ihsan." I spoke well, but my eyes could not hold back tears. Because, I can see from the look in his eyes if this man really loves me.

"Darling, I once asked you to flee abroad. Do you think I'm not serious? I'm serious Hanin ...." While stripping off something that was attached to my body.

"Stupid, are you going to be an ungodly child? Are you willing to destroy your family's big name just because of me? Our children would not want to have a father who is a loser and not devoted to his parents" I said. Then he slapped his head on his chest because he had just felt something embarrassing.

"Then from that, stay with me Hanindiya. So that I don't do anything out of bounds, stay by my side, stand by me until I can't breathe anymore" he said.

"I'll make the Goddess agree, baby. Believe me, I'm trying, '" he explained.

Then he pressed my chin, blocked my hand, and grabbed me with a stirring motion. Can't stand it. Basic man! I closed my eyes. I admit my mistake. I shouldn't have tried this shirt. But ... This is already done.

"Bo-can I visit my children?" After being satisfied made me breathless he asked. What kind of question is that?!

"Mmm, w-what's the danger?" I asked back.

"I'm sure it won't be dear. Let's prove it" he whispered.

Then foolishly my head just nodded and my lips spontaneity muttered softly ....

"But ... slow down ...."

"O-okay baby, thank you. Emm, calm down. I-I know what I have to do. Look, I can't possibly harm our future son. Ta-but .. I'm a little nervous," he said with a smile. His face flushed, and his hands trembled.

Oh my God, this is embarrassing. On what basis do I agree? On what grounds did I violate the doctor's advice? Is it because I miss him too? I don't know.

He said again ....

"We're alon-alon from loon, baby."

"But it has to be precise too, sir. I-I mean, it's okay to be slow as long as it's appropriate" I said.

"There's one more word dear" he whispered.

"W-what?" I don't get it.

"Mmm, it has to be slow, precise and delicious" he said as he flicked my nostrils.

"Issh, you're a bitch," I said as I slowly struck her arm.

Then ....

After going through various fun things, we also do it gently, slowly, and carefully.

For a moment, I forgot the gaping wound in the recesses of my heart. If Mr. Zulfikar were only mine, if this marriage had not occurred due to accident, error, and neglect, perhaps.

...***...

By dawn, the temperature in this room was getting colder. I opened my eyes slowly. I was still curled up in his warm chest. We have a blanket. Tonight feels so beautiful. Thank goodness, after that adjusted activity, my stomach was safe. Just a little sore, and tired. But the effect is temporary. It's healed now.

Actually, I was reluctant to move on from this comfort and warmth. But .. I can't be like this forever. I must make a determination for the sake of my family's dignity and good name, especially for the sake of my children.

I slowly moved from his arms. After tidying up the blanket, I went to the bathroom to clean my body. After taking a shower, I'm getting better. I put my stuff back in my suitcase. The plan, today, I will return to Bandung with abah and ummi.

"Darling? Hanin?"

Mr. Zulfikar is awake. He had not opened his eyes yet, yet his hands were busy searching for my whereabouts. I approached after hiding my suitcase behind the curtain.

"Have a shower?" Eyes open.

"Already" I replied.

"Beautiful, you look fresh and fragrant" she said.

"Thank you" I replied.

"Not yet adzan, right? Here 'Don't baby, I want to hug you again."

"Good." I approached.

"Hmm, today, I'm so happy. To see you in this house is my dream." He spoke while hugging me. This powerful attitude made me hesitate to dare to be bright.

"Today, after you control the womb, we go to the class of pregnant women, dear" he said.

"Sorry Sir."

Sooner or later, I can't let him hope for something that could destroy his future and career.

"I'm sorry? Sorry for what?"

"I-I can't stay here, sir ...," I said.

"A-pa? You're having a fight, aren't you, baby?" Sit down and look at me.

"I'm serious, sir." My sympathy increased, seeing his hopeful gaze, my heart slashed.

"Hanindiya, don't confuse me. What do you mean? Please explain!" He held my hand tightly.

"Sorry sir, actually last night .. me and my parents have been deliberating about my son's status, then---." My words choked. I could not resist the impulse in the eye.

"Then? Then what?" His face looked worried.

"Your parents will take my baby, I-I don't accept, I don't want to, sir," I explained.

"What?!" He doesn't understand what I mean.

"The words of Mr. Aksa, if Miss Dewi never gives her blessing, this child will be adopted and will legally officially become your child and Miss Dewi" my hands trembled as I explained.

"W-what?! Did my dad really say that? Abaghfirullah, they're outrageous! Wait, honey, I want to clarify this matter! I will oppose it! This is not fair! My papa could have thought of such a crazy idea!"

Mr. Zulfikar moved, reaching for his pyjamas that I had tidied up by the side of the bed.

"No, Sir. Don't go, let's just end this hassle." I held his hand.

"You mean?"

"I want to be a single parent, sir. I-I want us to separate."

"W-what?! No Hanin, I can't. Please don't say goodbye again. How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want to part from you, Hanin! Please ...." She hugged me.

"Sir, if you don't budge, this matter will get more complicated. Please think about your position, your parents, your company, Miss Dewi, and who do not forget the prenuptial agreement letter. I don't want to get involved any further with your life. I want to live quietly with my brother and my ummah" I said.

"Hanine." Holding my shoulder.

"I'm investigating something. Please patience. Stay with me, baby." I don't know what that means. I don't get it.

"Sorry, I can't, sir. Today, I'm going back to Bandung."

"What?! Hanin, why do you have so much heart?! Why?" Mr. Zulfikar went to the couch. He sat down and covered his hair. He looks down.

"Sir, sorry." I grabbed her lap and sobbed.

"Huuu, sorry if my decision hurt your feelings. But .. A-I had no other choice. There are more important things than our togetherness. Besides, as a matter of fact, I-I'm just pretending to love you." May he believe.

"really? Are you sure you don't love me?" He stared in disbelief.

"Yes," I shook my head.

"No way baby, in your eyes I see there is love. There's love for me, isn't there? Please don't lie to me." He looked me in the eye. I take my eyes off. My tears run down the river.

"If you really love me, it should be ... You don't have to mind when you have to let me go. This marriage doesn't make me happy. I am hurt and overwhelmed by this marriage. Not just me, my brother and sister also felt the consequences. Even thousands of employees who work in your company can also feel the effects if your family and Miss Dewi are struggling."

"Dear." As I stood up and turned my back, Mr. Zulfikar hugged my back.

"If it's the best, if there's really no love for me, and you're so hurt by this marriage, it's fine. I-I .. will grant it."

His voice was trembling and shrill. His hand that was coiled around my waist felt cold. This proves if what he said really made him so fragile and depressed.

"But .. please don't come to Bandung today. Allow me to be with you while there's time. Until our son is born, until your puerperium is over, stay by my side dear. I want to enjoy the time with you to be the most beautiful memory."

He turned my body, then turned my head slowly. He was crying, his tears were completely dripping. Is his love for me so great? I turned my face away, I couldn't look at her face.

"Hows it? Wh-did you agree? Until that day comes, I want to maximize my role as a responsible father and husband. Until that day comes, pretend to love me. Can you grant my request?"

"Huuu .. a-I agree," I replied.

"Thank you, Hanindiya."

He clenched while kissing the top of my head. I heard his heart beating. I felt his roaring breath. I also heard her slow crying.

"Ha-Hanin ...," he wrote.

She cupped my cheeks, then cleaned my tears with her lips. Then slowly rub my lips.

Next ....

He just grabbed my lips while crying. Some of his tears even flowed to my lips. Until this connection so felt .. warm, soft, sweet, and there salty-salty.

...~Tbc~...