Forced to Share a Bed
Rescuing you

"Hmmm ...."

I pinched his arm slowly as his pagutan became more and more unstoppable. He even took my body back to bed. His hands touched my body as he pleased. He didn't heed my language of rejection. Keep linking to it again and again.

Until finally, this body also loses, relaxes and resigned. I didn't dwell as Mr. Zulfikar stared at the nanar on my body and was about to take my clothes off again. But, when I had the chance, I immediately held her hand.

"Don't, sir," my barrel.

"But ..you're mine, Hanindiya. Your body and everything that's on you is mine, baby. Hanin, I-I can't imagine when that day comes. I hope your puerperium never happened" he said. He looks at me fixedly.

"You're funny. Take it easy, I'm sure you can definitely forget me," I said as I tidied up my partially exposed clothes.

Fortunately, Mr. Zulfikar did not continue to touch my body. Maybe he realized that doing it again could be risky for my womb. He didn't respond to what I said. Now, his facial expression turned flat. Then he walked straight to the bathroom.

"Mom want to take a shower now? Do you want to use warm water?" my many. When we were in Bandung, he once asked to take a bath using warm water.

"There's a tap of warm water" he replied without looking at me.

"Oiya, sorry, I forgot."

I sat in front of the bathroom door. I'm worried because Mr. Zulfikar's tears are still running. I feel a little guilty for saying this too soon.

Moments later, she finally came out of the bathroom. Only wear a minimalist towel that covers the limits of his aura. Her hair was wet, still dripping water.

"Let me dry," I bargained.

Immediately take a small towel and tiptoe to dry her hair. He was silent, but kept staring at my face. His hands are around my waist. I was a little misbehaved, but kept trying to calm down.

"It's dry, I'll get you a shirt."

"I'm still wet, can I wipe my chest?" her door.

"Emm, bi-can." Seriously, my hands trembled as I wiped every dent on his chest.

"Please give me a kiss here, will you?" He pointed at his neck.

"W-what? I--."

"Just do it" he said again.

"Well," I lost again. I tiptoed to kiss her neck.

"The strong, dear, I love that the former lasts a long time, a-arrghh ...," he screeches as I grant his request.

"U-already," I said. Oh gosh. The request is just there.

"Thank you" he said in a mirror and checked the results.

I walked to the closet to get her clothes.

"Oiya dear, my clothes are not here, it's on the third floor all," he explained.

"Oh," I'm sculpting.

"I'll take it, you stay here. Don't get out of the room before I get back."

"Please," I said. Anyway, how dare I go to her room Miss Dewi.

Mr. Zulfikar's gaze returned softly. Yeah, after I said the parting plan, she looked uninspired.

"I won't be long, just take clothes and pray" he said.

"Sir wait, you want to get out of the room just by using the towel?" I looked at her appearance.

"Let it go, even if someone sees me, I don't care. I'll show them that I just fucked you" she said, flat. Then get out of my room and pick up the key that's hanging.

"Sir" call me. He was surprised to find all the keys.

"I want the key from the outside" he said.

"What's? No, Sir!" my yelling.

But he doesn't seem to want to hear me. I really wanted to keep me in this room. I sighed, his attitude like this worries me. Should I stay here until after the puerperium? Wouldn't it be if I continued with her that this would become more and more bound?

Then I realized too. I should have refused his request. Should have been, today I still go back to Bandung with ummi and abah. Right, I had to change my strategy and give him a reason not to stay here.

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Mr. Zulfikar came back to my room when I had just finished my Fajr prayer. He's neat with his shirt and tie, but hasn't worn a suit yet.

"Wait long?" tanyakanya.

"No," I replied as I tidied my face.

"You want to work?" my question, awkward.

"Yes, but leave later after abah and ummi come home. He said, abah and ummi want to go home at the end."

He sat down on the side of the bed, then grabbed a tissue and wiped his lips. When I looked, her lips turned red. Looks like there's a lipstick of the Goddess. So, they were --. I stroked my chest. I can't be jealous.

"Sorry, baby, it has not been wiped, the Goddess who forced me to kiss. He does like to force," he said, throwing the tissue in the trash.

"No problem" I said.

"We're having breakfast!" bring him. Hands out. But I didn't take his hand.

"Sir, sorry, I-I want to talk about something," I ventured to sit next to him.

"Something? Whatisit? Want to buy something? Want to eat something?"

"No, Sir. That's not. It's last night's problem." I lowered my head, thinking of the right sentence to give her some understanding.

"Say baby, what's wrong?"

He approached. And then hugged my shoulder. His tone was very slow. A look of sadness was clearly on his face. Is it possible that he keeps thinking about that parting plan?

"I don't live here. I'm just going home." I'm not good at making small talk. It was to the point.

"W-what? Hanin, didn't you agree to stay here? Why?" ask her while picking up her hair. Her hair was already neat. Now get disheveled.

"I want to train myself away from you. I don't want to be more dependent. With me in Bandung, you can also train yourself. That is, in the future ... You'll get used to not being with me."

"Can't be Hanin," he said.

"It must be possible" I said.

"No! Still can't!" his yell.

Then he stood up and was restless. He walked back and forth to and fro. Honestly, I'm worried about him. He hugged and calmed her. But, from today on, I have to pretend I don't care. With the change in my attitude, I hope that her love for me will fade. Until the day of the divorce, Mr. Zulfikar will divorce me with sincerity.

"I want to meet ummi and abah" I said. Then walk behind the curtain to get my suitcase. Looking at my suitcase, Mr. Zulfikar is getting panicked.

"Darling, are you serious?" Holding suitcase.

"Seriously, sir," while removing his hand from my suitcase.

"Hanin, I can't let you go." Hugged me.

"Let go!" my peek. I tried to push his chest. But, he hugged me even tighter.

"Let go, Sir! Ahh, my stomach hurts," I complained. In fact, no one is sick at all.

"Sa-sick? Which part hurts, baby? Sorry yes." My acting paid off, he immediately let me go. Now kneel down while examining my stomach.

"Don't hold-hold!" reject me. I dodge. Immediately pull the suitcase and walk quickly out of the room.

"Ha-Hanin, I-I'm the one with the suitcase." Because I forced her, she finally relented, snatching the suitcase from my hand.

Finally, we came out of the room in a quiet condition. Mr. Zulfikar lowered his head while pulling the suitcase, and I lowered my head, walking behind him.

"I'm sorry, I want to hold your hand" he said. He's turning back. And believe me, when she managed to hold my hand, I had trouble taking it off again. Grips strong. My heart rippled when I saw her eyes glazed over.

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Mr. Zulfikar and I reached the dinner table. There is no one in this room. There was only Bu Juju who was serving food.

"Which other one, Mom?" ask Mr. Zulfikar. Still holding my hand.

"There's in the living room, sir. I was talking, " replied Juju.

"Yes ma'am, I'll have breakfast later with the others. This is Hanin's suitcase, please secure it first Ma'am, "he said. Then lead me to the living room.

"Sir, what are you going to do?" My feelings are not calm.

"I want to discuss last night's problems, baby."

"Sir, it's still morning, don't make a fuss," I stopped my steps.

"I don't care, baby," she replied.

"But, Sir---."

"Ssttt, I just want to express my opinion. You just shut up," she said. We were almost in the living room.

...***...

"Neng Daini, Zul," upon arrival in the living room, Mr. Aksa immediately greeted.

"Hows it? Is his sleep good?" ask mama Yuze. I'm nodding. Ihsan sir, abah and ummi are looking at me with a smile. Ummi's eyes look puffy.

"Sit down dear" said Mr. Zulfikar.

I obediently, sat in a chair adjacent to Ummi. He took off his grip and sat down by my side and stared at Aksa and Yuze's mom in turn.

"Why are Mama and Papa pretending to be good?! I'm disappointed!" I said that without any prologue. Everyone stared at Mr. Zulfikar, except me.

"Zul, what's wrong with you? Less sleep?" Mama Yuze looked at Mr. Zulfikar while holding the hand of Mr. Aksa.

"No need to pretend to be plain Ma! Who gave the crazy idea of wanting to adopt my son?!" his yell.

"Mama's idea, why?! Nothing's wrong, right?!" Bu Yuze stood up.

"Zul, relax, son. We're not forcing 'kok. If Neng Daininya does not want, it's okay," interrupted Aksa while pulling the hand of Bu Yuze to sit back.

"Yes, for Mama and Papa it's okay! But to me this is a big deal! Because of Mama's idea, Hanin wants to get divorced and get out of this house!" screaming, fire. Hands clenched.

"What?! Daini want to get out of here?!" Mom's surprised. Ummi and I looked at me.

"Yes, sir, Mom, today .. I really want to come back to Bandung. I want to be a single parent. After the puerperium, Mr. Zulfikar and I will be divorced" I explained.

"No way, Neng. You stay here, yeah. Papa doesn't agree" said Mr. Aksa.

"I don't agree either" Yuze said.

"Look! Everything's so fucked up! In fact, I was so happy when Mama and Papa wanted to bring Hanin into this house! But Mama and Papa messed it up! Mama and Papa ruined my happiness!"

Mr. Zulfikar took my hand again. I shook his hand and moved away. I refrained from staying firm in my stance. Ummi hugged me.

"If Daini had decided to do so, as parents, Abah and Ummi would have been supportive. It might be better like this. In this way, the public will not wonder anymore either. Dainipun can focus on her pregnancy" Abah said.

"But Abah, Hanin's decision was unfair to me. Abah, I love Hanin so much. I don't really want to divorce her. I want to stay with her until my last breath blows. I agreed to divorce her because I had to. Verily, Abah ..," said Zulfikar, bowing and linking his hands.

I could not help but hold back the sadness, until finally, these tears fell as well. I'll wipe immediately. I can't bear to hear his confession. The words that came out of his lips sounded so sincere and heart-wrenching.

I-I love you too, Sir .... But .. I feel like we're not meant to be together. The proof, when you are with me, you are always in trouble, I lament inwardly.

The phrase kalbuku is said along with the fall back of tears to my cheeks. Again, I quickly rubbed it.

"If Abahmah were how Daini was, Mas. Abah can't force Abah's children to do something she doesn't like. While not violating the Islamic Shari'a, not harming and harming others, always Abah supports."

"But Abah, should not a wife obey her husband? I want Hanin to stay with me. Please give Abah understanding to him so that he will obey me."

"I'm sorry, I'll interrupt, Mom. The current position is quite difficult. Abah supports Neng Daini because basically Abah is also not sincere if until his grandson is adopted. After all, Neng Daini has also made the choice to become a single person," defended Ihsan.

"Pa, Mama, do you hear me?! Where are the promises Papa and Mama said would help me?! Papa said he would fight for my marriage and Hanin! Where's proof?! Where?!" Shouted again.

"Zul, not that Papa and Mama do not want to fight, but 'kan prenuptial agreement is binding. Papa also needs time to sue him. It's not as easy as turning the palm, Zul," explained Mr. Aksa.

"What if I myself have solid evidence to sue the prenup?! If with that evidence I could divorce the Goddess, would Mama and Papa agree?"

"WHAT?! Zul! Don't talk too much!" yells at Yuze's mom.

"Ma, calm down," Aksa's sir held Yuze's shoulder.

"Our son doesn't know himself Pa! He thought it was easy what was the divorce from the Goddess?! Zul, listen to me! If indeed you want to see our family destroyed and bankrupt, yes please just divorce!" yells at Yuze's mom.

"Qu-enough, I-I don't want Bu Yuze and Mr. Zulfikar to keep fighting and disagreeing. I-I admitted wrong for being the source of the problem in this family. I willingly and sincerely give up for the good of all. With me gone and out of touch with Mr. Zulfikar again, I'm sure Mr. Aksa's and Ms. Yuze's life will be calm again" I said with tears in my eyes.

"Don't love, you're not the source of trouble, you're innocent Hanin, you're my soul mate" Zulfikar sir hugged me instead.

"Detach, Sir!" my snapping. Back to back and hugging ummi.

"Hanin ..," said Zulfikar. I turned my face away because I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Are you sure you want to come home? Remember Neng, in your stomach there are generations of Antasena descendants. Are you able to take good care of your pregnancy? How about your food? Are you sure that every day your nutrition can be fulfilled?" Ms. Yuze's question made my heart hurt. It's not just me. Abah and ummipun must be offended.

"Mama!" mr. Zulfikar stood up, his hands clenched, his body trembling.

"Sir, calm down" Ihsan held Zulfikar's hand.

"I'm sorry Dear Bu Yuze, even if we're not as rich as Mom, but I guarantee that Daini can take care of us properly. In the care of my son. I gave birth to it by betting on life. So it's impossible if I waste my own child" he said. Apparently, ummi did not accept also with the satirical sentence thrown by Bu Yuze.

"Excuse my wife's words, do not take heart, yes" said Mr. Aksa.

"Mom and Dad are not sincere! You only want Hanin's son, but you don't want to accept Hanin as your son-in-law! I don't think it out! I'm disappointed!"

"Sir Zulfikar, enough! You can't be angry at your own parents just for the sake of defending me! Huuu, Ummi .., Abah ..., we go home early yuk!" lamented.

"Patience Child .., all right, we're going home now. Ihsan sir, hurry up and get the car ready," said the elder brother as he rubbed my head. Then abah and ummi stood up, as well as me and Ihsan sir.

"Sir, isn't it at breakfast first? Neng Daini, will that decision not be considered again?" mr. Aksa held my hand.

"Ma-sorry Sir. I-I'm self-conscious. I don't deserve to be in this house. Yeah, I'm not the daughter of a conglomerate, but I'm so proud of both my parents. I'm not a daughter-in-law who deserves to live in this house" I said.

"Neng Daini, you misunderstood me," Aksa sir still held my hand. Mr. Zulfikar was staring at me. Her lips trembled withstanding the cry.

"Sorry Sir."

I brushed aside Mr. Aksa's hand, then you grabbed my hand and took me outside from the living room to the terrace. Ummi stalking. Mr. Ihsan has gone first. Pak Aksa, Bu Yuze, and Mr. Zulfikar followed.

"Darling, please don't go" Mr. Zulfikar still insisted on preventing me.

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I'm mumbling. My steps continued until we all reached the parking area.

From a distance, you can see that Bu Juju is pulling my suitcase. From the other direction, also seen the car belonging to the family of Pak Aksa that has been ignited, inside there are two women workers. From the carts that were brought, it seemed like they were going to go to the market.

"Hanin, can't you stay with me? If you have to go home, how about you stay here today? Tomorrow, you I'll let go home, I'll take you, '" she said.

"Sorry sir, I-I can't."

I don't know how many times I've brushed his hand. I passed by to pick up my suitcase still held by Bu Juju.

Then ....

'Bruuum.'

The car that I thought was going to the market, suddenly shot towards me. I'm appalled. Even with the others, it was heard from the cries of everyone who called my name.

"Miss! Watch out!!!"

I don't know who's screaming. I don't know for sure because their voices are heard at the same time. One thing that was clearly heard in my ear was the sound of panicked cries from Zulfikar sir who called me with a different call.

"Darling! Hanin!!!" his yell.

This happened so fast. In this confusion I could only feel that my body was being pulled by someone's hand to avoid the car.

'BRAKK.'

Then I heard the loud clashing and screaming of people as my body crashed onto the ornamental grass. But the .. that they screamed is not my name. Except ... Mr. Zulfikar's name.

"Zul!"

"Mas Zul!"

"Sir Zulfikar!"

"Sir Director!"

"Huuaaa, Zul! Noooo!" Hysterical sound from Yuze.

"Yeah."

In a confused fashion, I woke up slowly, I was not hurt, only my dress was wet because the ornamental grass was still decorated with morning dew.

"Pak Zulfiqar ...."

Instantly, my entire body squeezed like a boneless body when I saw the terrifying sight before me. Zulfikar's body was squeezed between the front of the car and the garage barrier. I saw fresh blood flowing from his nose, ears and lips.

My eyes are perfect. Lips gaping. The hysterical cries of the workers added to the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense and gripping. Pak Aksa's face was red. Bu Yuze and ummi squabble while sculpting.

"Hurry and call the ambulance, the police and Damkar! Hurry along!" yell sir Aksa.

Then Mr. Aksa forcibly pulled the private driver who brought the car and beat him up completely without being prevented by anyone.

"P-Pak, pardon sir, ta-tadi remnya blong," he explained hearing a trembling body and a paled face.

I ran over to Zulfikar's sir in tears. He was badly injured to save me.

"Neng, don't come any closer. Be patient and calm" said Ihsan. Then Ihsan sir and abah held me, ummi immediately closed my eyes.

"Sir, huuu ...." I am sorry for hurting his feelings.

"Mas?!"

Madam Dewi who had just come straight pecked and glared while closing her lips. Then he crammed into the garage floor and cried hysterically.

"All my cars are always serviced periodically! How can the brakes be blong?!" Forced Aksa still beat the driver who was his worker to the brink.

"Right save my son!" yuze shouted as he pointed at the guards.

"Sorry Mom, we can't just pull it off. This has to be done by an expert. It could threaten Mr. Zulfikar's life if the origin of the pull," said one of the workers with an anxious face.

Doctor Rahmi. I just remembered it.

"Hurry and call Dr Rahmi!" my yelling.

"Oiya, in this house there is a doctor, quickly call him!" yells at Yuze's mom. While the Goddess Mother is still gawking. He seemed to not believe this incident.

"Doctor Rahmi is on the second floor, in Gendis's room!" yelled Bu Juju.

The current condition is really chaotic. Guilt seemed to squeeze my chest until I felt tight and difficult to breathe.

Seeing Mr. Zulfikar's condition, my heart was broken to pieces. My gaze suddenly blurred, a dizzy feeling assaulted my head. Then these eyes twitched and darkened instantly. My body lost balance. I don't know who's holding my body. My eyes closed tightly.

"Quick take Neng Daini to her room!" bu Yuze's voice.

"Neng, Neng realized," Ummi's voice.

I bristled, it was in a state between conscious and not.

"Please pull the car! But slow down! I will maintain a safe position until the ambulance arrives! Quickly put the oxygen on! Three litres per hour!" Faintly, I can still hear the voice of Dr. Rahmi.

Mr. Zulfikar, I'm sorry ... You must survive.

Then I forgot the world around me. I ... fainted.

...~Tbc~...