Forced to Share a Bed
Spar

Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin

Previous; At 08.50 WIB

In these last ten minutes, I was so agitated. Doctor Rahmi has just informed me that Mr. Zulfikar will be transferred to this room soon. Last night, when Brother Gendis and Miss Dewi fell asleep, I unceasingly prayed that Mr. Zulfikar be nourished again as before.

At least, although legally unable to have Mr. Zulfikar as the biological father of my children, but my children should know and be able to see that they have a handsome and cool father.

I was told to wait in the room while accompanying the still-sleeping Goddess mom. From dawn, me and my brother Gendis were actually trying to wake him up. But the Goddess ma'am is difficult to wake up to the point that I had thought that the Goddess ma'am was using sleeping pills.

Now, I'm sitting in a special patient waiting chair near the bed. Meanwhile, Gendis and Rahmi's doctor have been going to the HCU room since half-eight. He said, there is a patient informed consent file that must be signed by the family or its representatives.

I fixed his bed with anxious expectation. Doctor Rahmi said, Mr. Zulfikar's hearing for the left ear is not perfect, because the doctor has not done the procedure of tympanoplasty surgery. The plan of tympanoplasty surgery will be done after Mr. Zulfikar passed the recovery process after the operation of floating ribs and calf bones.

Oiya, after making sure Mr. Zulfikar can be moved to the recovery room, today, my brother and ummiku returned to Bandung. They also agreed to my wish to remain in Jakarta until Mr. Zulfikar recovers.

I told abah and ummi wanted to take care of Mr. Zulfikar as best I could. Other than him being my husband, at least ... in this way I can express my gratitude for Mr. Zulfikar for helping me.

At 08.40 WIB, the door of this room is open. I immediately stood up and moved away from the bed. My heart is pounding so hard. Honestly, I want to see him soon, see his condition and thank you.

Four male nurses pushed a large bed equipped with several pieces of equipment into the room. Brother Gendis and doctor Rahmi are in the back row.

"Sa-honey?"

While I was still in shock and fixated, Zulfikar sir, who was lying with his body covered in a hospital blanket, greeted me first. I couldn't speak, just staring in confusion while shedding tears. Continue looking at him as he was moved to the bed that was in this room.

When the blanket was replaced, he did not wear clothes. From under his chest to his waist was diverted. Use a urine catheter and diapers. Both of his legs were diverted and attached to a buffer. His left ear is drained.

"Is it comfortable?" ask a nurse.

"Already, thank you," said Mr. Zulfikar.

"Who will be waiting for him? Let us explain the function of the button in the patient bed. Actually, when we want to change positions, we can immediately come to help, but if the family wants to know how, we will teach," said another.

"I'll wait for him, I want to know how." I approached, even with Brother Gendis. Doctor Rahmi is invisible, I am not aware of the passing of Dr. Rahmi.

"Aren't you a patient?"

"She's my wife" said Mr. Zulfikar.

Brother Gendis surprised. I reflexively ducked. The nurses and two doctors stared at each other. In their hearts they must have assumed this and that. May they not realize that Zulfikar sir is the son of Aksa Antasena. Could they not know? While the personal data of Mr. Zulfikar is of course on them.

In addition, they must have seen Mr. Aksa and Ms. Yuze visit this hospital. So, I'm sure they'll realize that I'm the third person. I looked down, felt inferior and stifled. Brother Gendis is embracing my shoulder.

"What you hear does not necessarily correspond to the actual facts. Please, there are no negative assumptions about my wife. The news out there is not true. He and I have not been divorced, I chose polygamy for an incontrovertible reason. Please respect my privacy, please keep you professional," added Mr. Zulfikar. He said so after the nurse and the doctor spontaneously looked at me.

"I'm sorry if our attitude is less pleasing. We made sure that what you said just now would be our secret" one doctor said, bowing. Others make the same movement. They bowed their bodies.

"Thank you, baby come here" he said. I approached with doubt. I'm ashamed and flattered that Mr. Zulfikar really stood up for me.

After I was near her, she held my hand, I immediately cried because I was happy to be in contact with this hand again. I looked at him fixedly. I was pushed by the blue-fringed feeling of subconsciously cupping her cheek and kissing her forehead while sobbing. I did this probably because I was too happy.

"Huuu .. sorry .. because I ... You get hurt like this." I don't even care about the whereabouts of the health worker and Gendis' sister.

"I'm fine baby, just need postoperative recovery." Mr. Zulfikar rubbed my cheeks, his eyes glazed over. Then his tears trickled slowly to his bruised cheeks.

After I started to calm down, then a nurse explained the function and how to use the buttons on the bed. There's a guide book too. But I understood sooner when they explained it. Me and Brother Gendis.

"The 9am is Mr. Zulfikar's schedule for breakfast porridge. Want from the hospital that feeds? Or will it be fed by the family? For a time, Mr. Zulfikar could only move his hands and neck. For the right and left tilted position, there will be a schedule and we will help not to misposition" explained the doctor.

"The buttons we described earlier can only be used to raise the position of the legs, back and head, and shift the bed. Please don't press any other button outside of those three functions" he added.

"Okay, Doc" replied Brother Gendis.

I just nodded my head. Then they say goodbye after making sure Mr. Zulfikar is in a safe and comfortable position. Mr. Zulfikar continued to stare and hold my hand.

"The goddess is also here, Zul. But still sleeping in the waiting room" explained Brother Gendis.

"Oh, yes, I have. It doesn't matter, there's Hanin" he said.

"Zul, Neng Daini, I went out first yes, there was an appointment with an old friend. It's okay, isn't it? Just a second, 'kok."

"Please, brother," I said.

"Sister Gendis wait, for my office business how? Has anyone told you I was in an accident?" ask Mr. Zulfikar.

"The matter has been taken care of equally. Papa says he's coordinating with your secretary. Your staff is panicking and wants to see you soon. But papa is forbidden. Most can come here only Ms. Tania, even if your signatures cannot be represented," explained brother Gendis. He left while calling someone.

"Hanin," he called.

"Yes, sir."

"Am I ugly? I don't dare to be mirrored, even though in the HCU room I was once presented with a mirror," he said.

"No-no" I replied.

"really? If I turn ugly because of the accident, will you stay with me?"

"Of course, sir."

"For ever?"

"Until the puerperium" I replied slowly.

"I guess, after this incident, you'll undo your intentions. Sorry, I'm too confident. I thought you didn't want to get divorced again" he said.

Mr. Zulfikar is still looking at me. I turned my gaze in the other direction so that the thump and turmoil in this chest was not easy to read from the look on my face.

"Don't concern the feelings between us with that incident, sir. It's different, obviously" I said.

"But .. I still hope you undo your intentions, Hanin. Do you know what? When I realized, the first person in my memory was you. Then I remembered death, and immediately begged God to be saved, to live a long life, and to be able to repair my relationship with you and the Goddess. Honey, look at me .. Why keep turning?"

"Sorry Mr ...."

I had to look at him. When our gazes met, it was at that moment that the sigh of feeling came crashing down. My little heart felt unable to leave him.

His sincere and compassionate gaze almost made my defense waver and honestly told me the truth . I also loved him and did not want to be divorced. I want to spend the rest of my life with him, dedicating myself as his wife, even with confidence and without shame, I aspire to become a heavenly angel for him.

These tears are back in the river. I can't possibly say that feeling. Finally, only able to kiss his hand while sobbing. And I foolishly wish that only this hand could touch my body. Only this man's hand can I hold until the end of my life.

"It's okay baby, don't cry anymore. God willing, I will take you off. In addition to divorcing you, I will also divorce the Goddess," he said. I'm appalled. Raised my head straight.

"W-what? Divorce the Goddess's mother?"

"Dear, since the Goddess would not give her legal permission, I decided to divorce her. But if the Goddess changes her mind and blesses our marriage, I won't divorce her."

"Mother is kidding, right? Why dare you make that decision? What about the prenuptial agreement? What about the company, Father? Don't be rash, sir! Don't sacrifice a lot of things and make it difficult for yourself! I will be the most guilty if you reach the Father and Miss Dewi divorcee. Just divorce me." I was fiery, completely distrustful of his way of thinking.

"Honey, quiet 'dong. Hey, I just finished surgery, I haven't recovered, have you forgotten?" Smilingly.

"Emm, I-I'm sorry." I realized my mistake. I let out a breath.

"Darling, this has been my decision. Just like you, I have the right to make a choice. After I am single, I think .. I will be free to determine and find my soul mate. The matter of the prenuptial agreement, I decided to pay the fine."

"Actually, there's a thing that could invalidate the letter, but .. I don't have enough evidence yet to file a lawsuit. The plan, until your puerperium is over, I will collect my savings and sell the inheritance given by papa and Mbah kakung to pay the fine to the Dewi family. But it seems that the money is not enough. So, I was thinking about borrowing money from my dad or my mom" he explained at length.

"If you may know, how much is the fine? If you don't want to tell me it's okay either."

"The value is 50 percent of the company price that I am now the director."

"W-what?" I gulped down my saliva rough because I couldn't imagine the price range.

"The company is 35 percent owned by my family, 50 percent owned by Dewi and his family, and 15 percent owned by colleagues. In the prenuptial letter, if one of the parties wants to sue for divorce before the marriage period of 10 years, it will be considered to violate the letter of agreement and must pay a fine in accordance with the number of shares owned by the defendant."

"Oh my goodness, sir. I can hardly believe there is such a marriage. I thought marriage because of corporate cooperation was only in the novel. Then why should there be the words of ten years? I mean, why keep the marriage going for 10 years?"

"The reason is of course because of the dear company. Here's Deh, I take the example of toll road construction. Can in less than ten years the toll road owner will return capital only by relying on money from toll road users?"

"Can't yet" I replied.

"Yes, right baby. In less than 10 years, do not expect there to be a profit, the construction capital alone has not returned. Same with that company. With a period of 10 years, at least we hope the company's development capital has returned. It hasn't spoken of an advantage, dear."

"I get it, complicated and difficult turns out? I salute the investors who dare to pour a lot of money for a long-term investment that is not even known to profit harm."

"Honey, the chance of success will always be there when we try and want to try it. When we dare to try, there will be two possibilities that can be obtained. The first is success or the second is failure. But when we don't have the effort and don't have the courage to try it, is it possible to suddenly be successful?" While peeping the back of my hand.

"Maybe," I said.

"Huh?" He scrunched his eyebrows.

"Now, maybe 'sih, baby?" his protest.

"Can anyone who is lazy to try and does not dare to try it suddenly get shocked money?"

"Mmm, there's no way money can be shocked given to a slacker" he denied.

"It's possible lottery," as it is.

"There must also be a lottery effort to collect the lottery," he denied.

"Get some stray money. It could be, right?" candaku.

"Surely Allah will not change the state of a people before they change themselves" he said. He identified the meaning of one of the verses of the Qur'an.

"Well, I admit defeat" I said.

"Hahaha, thank you for the entertainment dear. Pretty good," he said. Even though it still hurts, it hasn't changed. His hand just held something in my body.

"Sir!" my sentakku. Clasping hand.

"I just want to make sure the growth is dear. 'That night I was stimulated. Yeah, right? Don't tell me that you're pretending to forget," he continued with a smile.

"Haish, there hasn't been any meaningful growth, sir." I am ladeni.

"Oh yeah? Hmm, actually that size is now more than enough. Well, if you feel less, once I recover, I'll work hard" he said. I pressed my hand because I was a little upset. Maybe he was talking about something very, very unimportant.

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"Excuse me."

An officer from the nutrition section entered the room. He carried trays filled with porridge, side dishes, and fruits.

"Please," I gave way.

The officer placed the menu wrapped in plastic wrap on a table located next to the patient's bed.

"Good fun. If there is a special menu that the patient wants, the family can tell the nurse. Later the nurse will convey on the nutrition section," he explained before passing.

"Well, thank you, ma'am," I said.

I started to bribe him after setting Mr. Zulfikar's position so as not to choke.

"Have you eaten?"

"It's Sir."

"What same? The food's nutritious, isn't it, baby?"

"Sama soto meat, sir."

"I'm sorry, so it's a hassle. I'm now like a baby, wearing diapers" he said. While chewing, Zulfikar continued to look at me.

"I want to talk to the Goddess. 'I can't wake up at this hour."

"Fatigue may be, sir."

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~Currently~

"Why do you want to divorce me too, Mom?! What am I wrong?! You can't divorce me, Mom! We're bound by a prenup!" my yelling.

"Goddess, relax! Zul has just recovered! We'll talk about this again." Brother Gendis calms the Goddess.

"I can't take it, Mom!" shouted the Goddess.

"Zul, you're wrong too! Why 'clearly discuss the matter at a time like this?! Can you talk about it later?" brother Gendis looked annoyed.

"I won't divorce you as long as you give me the legal blessing of marrying Hanin" Mr. Zukfikar said. Instead of speaking wrongly, I chose silence.

"This must be your idea?! Why are you j a l a n g! Basic toxic!" jutted the Goddess while pointing at me.

"Wi, don't blame Hanin. It was purely my idea. I made this decision because I wanted to save my children's status. If I get divorced from you, I can go to court as the biological father of Hanin's children without having to wait for your approval, okay?" Mr. Zulfikar insisted.

"Braven you, my mother! So the point is you want to break up for the sake of that hypocritical woman, right?!"

"No, you're wrong. This isn't for Hanin. But for my kids. Hanin doesn't love me. I will not force him to love me anymore" said Mr. Zulfikar.

His words made my heart beat. Does he really believe I don't love him? Though ... the feeling I feel is the opposite.

"You fool, Mom! How could he not love you! Impossible!" shouted the Goddess. Then Brother Gendis pressed the emergency button and the nurse immediately came.

"What's the problem?" ask sister. Looks panicked.

"Sus, would it be if my sister was moved back to the HCU room?"

"Sorry, I can't, Mom. 'And his condition has improved. If there's no problem, I'm sorry" said the nurse.

"Please don't fight anymore! Or I'll call the media to come here" threatened Sister Gendis after the sisters left.

"Mas Zul is wrong, brother! Not me!" deny the Goddess.

"Well, I was wrong. Sorry," said Mr. Zulfikar.

"I-I'm bribing you again, sir." I approached.

"Just like me!" Lady Goddess snatched the food tray from my hand.

"Wi, I want to be fed to Hanin."

"Why, Mom?! Is the Daini's mouthful any better?! What difference?!"

"Ofetish! Been already! Right here! Let me feed Zul!" Brother Gendis snatched the food tray from the Goddess's mother.

"Sister, I only want to eat if fed by Hanin," Zulfikar also insisted.

"You relented 'dong Wi. Can't eat my sister if you don't want to give up! Zul, you're fair too, dong! What's wrong 'sih if fed the same Goddess?"

"Shut up, Brother. I don't have any appetite anymore. I'm going to sleep" interrupted Zulfikar. And then close your eyes.

"You should eat, Mom! Later you can get sick if you do not eat," said Miss Dewi.

"Pak Zulfikar is still sick, sister," I protested to Miss Dewi.

"Yes, I know!" shouted the Goddess.

"Son Gendis only ate his porridge" said Zulfikar.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, forgive Baim O Allah. Give this servant patience and health. Dawdling in this room, I can be tall! Zul, you give up please! Don't let me die suddenly from a heart attack because I can't handle this problem" said Gendis as he rubbed his chest.

"Everywhere is also the oldest who must succumb. Here, the oldest is Brother" said Mr. Zulfikar.

"Yes, look at you, Zul. Instead of you getting sicker from not eating, now Neng Daini with the Goddess play 'paper-scissors' only. The winner can feed you, and you must want to eat" said the Goddess.

"I don't want to" refused Mr. Zulfikar.

"Sir, if you do not agree with Brother Gendis, I do not want to be touched again" I threatened.

"W-what? Alright." Mr. Zulfikar finally agreed.

...~Tbc~...