Forced to Share a Bed
Make a Deal

After the voicemail was sent, Hanin came to me. He walked slowly and kept on looking down.

"I want to ask you a favor, please listen to me." I waved my hand so he could get closer.

"What's wrong? Don't be so rude anymore!" resounding. Really won't look at me.

"Sorry, let's forget about that. Now, I'd like to ask you a favor. Please tell Listi to get up and visit my house. I suspect an awkwardness today. Plus, the car on this news is very similar to my papa's car."

I sent the news link to Hanin. I know Hanin opened it. However, he did not comment.

"Well, they don't care about me? Something must have happened to my mom or dad. Please dear," I wail. My breath is chasing because it restrains restlessness and unrest.

"Okay" he answered. Then approach Listi. From her body language, Hanin also showed discomfort.

Just as Hanin was about to wake Listi up, the Brotherhood sir arrived at my room. She opened the door of the treatment room with the nurse. Hanin and I were surprised.

"Sister Brotherhood?" my broom.

"I'm just dropping off" explained the nurse. Back to the nurse station.

"Sir Zulfikar."

Mr. Brotherhood hugged me tightly. I also have no power to resist the pain. I shed tears because of the sadness that suddenly hit.

Hanin sat down contemplating on the sofa. While I was still hugged by the Brotherhood, Hanin woke Listi up to move into the guest room. Listi woke up in a daze. Then walk to the waiting room limping. Hanin held back Listi's limpid body.

"What's up, sir? Quickly explain. Oiya, I-I saw this."

Immediately show the crash news page to the Brotherhood sir. Before speaking, Mr. Brotherhood sighed. He rubbed my shoulders and spoke softly.

"Patience," he said.

"W-what? A-what's right that accident ...."

The Brotherhood nodded slowly. My whole body went limp. My breath's choked.

"Ti-impossible .. w-why? Why such a coincidence? That incident was close to my accident. Who's hurt?" I try so hard to control this feeling.

"Mr Aksa."

"Papa? Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland. How's the condition, sir? Are there any other victims besides my papa?"

"none. Bu Yuze will not accompany Mr. Aksa because the plan will accompany you with Bu Juju. Initially, we agreed to keep this matter from the Father, but .. from the mother Dewi argued that the Father immediately knew.

"Goddess's side? Who do you mean? Marrying? Or her mommy and her daddy?"

"Everything, Sir. They agreed to let the case know to you immediately. The reason, first, because Mr. Aksa has passed the critical period. Second, Miss Dewi wants to immediately preskon so that the presence of journalists at Mitra Hospital does not disturb other patients. Yes, they did continue to work and wait for information from this accident."

"Thirdly, Dewi's mom's party tells Bu Yuze to take over the case. So, they are the ones who will make the report. I was going to involve Mr. Sabil. Since Bu Yuze agreed with the family of Miss Dewi, I also agreed to it."

"Well, if my mom agrees, I don't care either. Importantly, papa's condition has improved."

"It's still unconscious, sir. But it's better than it was before. His body's response to drugs and aids shows progress."

Actually, I feel weird. Why would the Goddess family want to be involved? Is this a form of sympathy? Or ... is there a shrimp behind the rock? I just hope his faith is good. If papa's condition is like that, and my condition is like this, it feels .. to uncover the awkwardness on the personality of the Goddess must be postponed first.

"Pray me to heal quickly, sir. Although the Dewi family will take care of the case, I also want to be involved."

"Oiya, I already told this matter to Ms. Daini when we called. Ms. Daini was in shock, she immediately cried."

"What?! Yeah-so---." I'm aghast.

"Yes, Sir. Ms. Daini already knew, on the advice of your extended family, I told Ms. Daini to keep this matter a secret."

"Sir .. I cried because---." I remember Hanin crying and hiding something.

Don't-don't .... Batinku.

"Why, Sir?" Mr. Ikhwan astonished.

I pondered, I suspect that Hanin was crying constantly due to receiving news from the Brotherhood sir. Is it possible, I was mistaken for Hanin?

"Sir Director, you're okay, right?" This time, the Brotherhood's sir patted me on the shoulder.

"Sir, I---."

"Why are you, Director?"

"My brother, this is a serious matter."

I must immediately explain the matter to the Brotherhood sir. Although I have got an answer from Mr. Ihsan, but it would be nice if I also ask the opinion of the Brotherhood sir. He is a lawyer who often handles divorce cases. He must have understood this matter as well.

"Do I need to call a suter?"

"No need, sir." I held the hand of the Brotherhood man who was about to press the emergency bell.

"Eat him, quickly tell me, sir. Don't worry me. Besides, I can't stay here either. At two o'clock in the morning will return to Mitra Hospital because it must prepare the agenda for the preparation of the preskon," he explained.

"Oiya, there will be two bodyguards in charge of guarding you during treatment" he added.

"Sir, look, emm .... What if the Brotherhood were sitting next to me? Don't stand up sir."

"I'll just stand up Mr. Director."

"Sir, quickly grab the chair. What I'm about to tell you is that the problem is weird and serious."

"really?"

Finally, the Brotherhood sir pulled one of the seats near me. He sat with a serious face. I took a breath, this is the third time I have been hurt. Previously, this matter I have told Mr. Ihsan and Listi.

"Ehm, um." I cleared my throat as I glanced towards the waiting room. Hanin is invisible. Maybe you're asleep.

"But sir, please don't blame me, don't judge me." Before explaining, I begged first. I'm sure the Brotherhood's gonna be shocked.

"No need to beat around the bush, sir."

"I ...." Then I told you everything. Pak Ikhwan listened while shaking his head.

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"Bu Daini must be offended, sir. It's only natural that he's angry. At least he understands religion, surely knows that talaq should not be played."

"I'm not playing with him, sir. Mr. Ihsan said, my talaq is not legal because I did it because I had to."

"I have a different opinion with my brother" said Mr. Ikhwan.

"What's? Different?" I was obviously surprised, I thought their opinions would be in line.

"Yes, even though we were both lawyers and were born from the same womb, but our understanding was different."

"Geez, how should I go? My speech is legitimate? Sir, I believe in Mr. Ihsan's opinion, so I forced a kiss on Hanin's lips" I explained.

"What's? Kissed her? In this sick state you're still naughty."

"Sir, I told you not to blame me. It's only natural that I kissed him. Because, I'm sure my talaq is illegitimate. How about dong, sir?" I'm getting confused.

"If you believe the talaq is illegitimate. Yes it's up to you. After all, my brother also has a reason with a strong proposition. Let not this dissent divide us."

"Yes, Sir. That's where I understand. But what about Hanin? He's firmly on the stand that my talaq is legitimate." I was scratching my head because right now, I was hesitating.

"Yes, try Mr. Brotherhood explain why my talaq can be legitimate?"

The hope, after the Brotherhood explained, my knowledge increased and I can be confident in making choices and decisions for the next step.

"Sir, every talaq dropped by the husband is legitimate, except the talaq of the husband who is closed in reason. Closed wits here can be due to emotions, drunkenness, and lost sense aka crazy."

"But Ihsan said, my talaq is illegitimate because in my heart there is no intention to divorce Hanin."

"True, please if you want to hold that provision. My sister was not wrong. There's a proposition, really. Many believe that if a husband has no intention to divorce, then the statement of divorce or talisman will be considered just playful. So, in this case, there is no divorce. This opinion is based on the word of Allah which means, 'And if they are determined to divorce, then surely Allah is All-Hearing, All-Knowing.' I see, sir."

"But I am principled on the hadith of the Prophet SAW. That is, 'There are three things that really become real, and the playfulness becomes real as well. The three things are marriage, talaq, and reference.' So --."

"Hanin is also principled on that statement, sir. Please tell me why so I can understand" as I.

"I agree with the description of the four things because in my opinion, the word talak is very sacred and not to be played with. Yes, it could be Mr. Zulfikar did not have any intention to divorce. But does everyone know how you feel? No, right?"

"Bu Daini may already be saddened by your decision. Even if you are forced and have no intention of divorcing, in fact, your decision still hurts his feelings."

"If every joke about talaq is considered illegitimate, there will be many men who deliberately joke with the word talak. But when charged, the man could be alibi with the phrase, 'I have no intention to divorce him.' Hows it? Do you understand what I mean?"

"Emm, understand. So, what should I do, sir? I don't want to part with Hanin. I love her so much. I'd like to refer to you."

"Calm down, I'll explain something else later. I want permission to pray Isya first."

"Okay, please, sir." Then, the Brotherhood sir left.

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I pondered, trying to examine the explanation of both the Brotherhood sir and Ihsan sir. Differences of opinion will always exist. It's no use if I continue to struggle in confusion. Until finally, I also decided to agree with the statement of the Brotherhood sir.

Then I stopped repeatedly to ask forgiveness for all my mistakes.

I waited a long time for the Brotherhood. I also looked back repeatedly at the waiting room. Hope to get Hanin out. I wanted to apologize and tell him if he and I had one voice.

Pucuk dikin ulampun arrive. Hanin out. He wears an outer shell and a face mask. The veil is still on me.

"Honey, where are you going?" ask me when he crosses.

"You buy green bean porridge, hungry" he said, taking his shoes off the shelf.

"Don't come out baby, it's midnight. What if online messaging can't?"

"I want to eat on the spot. It's in front of the hospital. Close," he answered. Again, without looking.

"Hanin, I won't let you out alone. What if there are bad people? Why not wake up Listi? Or you wait for my bodyguard first. They'll be here at two."

"You're overreacting," he said. Then open the exit.

"Mom Daini?" Coinciding with that, the Brotherhood sir came in.

"Sister Brotherhood?" Hanin. I watched their interactions.

"Where are you going? Outside the drizzle," explained the Brotherhood sir.

"You're buying peanut porridge in front of the hospital."

"Stay right here. I bought it." Without further ado, Mr. Brotherhood passed and ignored Hanin's refusal.

"Sir wait, no need." But, the Brotherhood sir is already gone. Hanin sighed, he didn't leave.

"Can we have a chat?" my many.

"No!" resounding.

"Darling, I promise I won't do anything like that again."

"I can't believe it" he answered.

"Okay, but this is for the last time. After the Brotherhood sir came, my brother and I wanted to leave," he said.

"Darling, I agreed with you on the talaq issue. I changed my mind after hearing the explanation from the Brotherhood sir."

"Want to?" tanyakanya. As if I didn't care what I said.

"I want to refer to."

"I don't want to" he answered.

"Honey, please .. and sorry for that kiss. I promise I'll repeat it again and again after we refer to it," my god.

"What?! You don't know yourself!" resounding. Angry funny. So more beautiful.

"Hanin, I won't give up on apologizing. Oiya, I already know everything. My dad was a hit-and-run victim." This time, Hanin made no comment.

"My father is still in a coma, I don't want to burden him with our problems. So, we have to refer. Point." I'm quibbling with something that actually has no correlation.

"Father is selfish" he accused.

"Yes it is." I admit.

Then the Brotherhood arrived. He carried a plastic bag containing several packs of green bean porridge.

"Let's eat while it's warm" he said.

"Sir, I prepared it."

Hanin snatched the plastic cup that the Brotherhood's sir was going to prepare. My eyes are staring hard. I don't like Brotherhood sir being close to Hanin. Hanin's mine.

"Hanin, let Mr. Ikhwan alone, if your hands are hot how? And for Mr. Brotherhood, I suggest you don't stare at Hanin often!" my firmness.

"Okay" he replied with a smile.

"Wick to get married again!" my word.

"God, God" he answered.

Hanin pouted. Maybe I was upset by my attitude. It's only natural that I'm uncomfortable. Mr. Ikhwan is duren, a cool widower.

What he said was hungry was no joke. Together with the Brotherhood, Hanin greedily enjoyed the bean porridge. Mr. Brotherhood enjoyed it while facing the wall. He obediently did not look at my Hanin.

"Sir Director wants a reference," said the Brotherhood sir after the peanut porridge meal was completed. Hanin remained silent.

"Pak Zulfikar has the right of reference. So, Bu Daini and Mr. Zulfikar can refer while still in the span of the iddah period. And the iddah period limit of pregnant women is until delivery," he added.

"I-I know," Hanin replied, slowly. I'm listening carefully.

"During the iddah period, the husband is the one who has the most right to refer, Bu Daini already knows?"

"Yes" said Hanin. His voice is getting slower.

"Guidelines on the letter Al-Baqarah verse 228, all scholars agree that the husband is more entitled to determine the reference after divorce. If the husband wants to refer, then the family relationship can be held again even though the wife rejects it. That is, Ms. Daini can't resist."

The testimony of the Brotherhood made me smile and feel in the wind. Hanin lowered her head, her clasping fingers playing the tip of the hijab. Nah, right? You lost, baby. You will be mine again.

"In contrast, when the wife wants a referral, while the husband does not want it, then the referral cannot be done. The wife can only apply to the husband to be willing to refer. However, this application only applies during the iddah period," continued the Brotherhood.

"Yes, I-I know."

As it turned out, Hanin already knew his rights and position. It is fitting that he did not force me to leave.

"How do I refer to a pregnant wife? Miss Daini must have known the answer. Explainable?" ask the Brotherhood. I got excited. I immediately heard Hanin's reply.

"As long as the wife has not given birth, and the talaq that has been dropped has not been 3 times, then the husband is still entitled to refer. The trick, he only needs to bring two witnesses for the referral process. Then, the husband told his wife in the presence of the two witnesses, 'I refer you.' Done." Evidently. I immediately smiled broadly.

"Bu Daini was right, I became even more amazed."

"Sir Ikhwan!" my sentakku.

"Hahaha, sorry sir. All right, next, let me tell Mr. Director to take good care of the oral. Don't say divorce anymore."

"Same for Bu Daini. I hope that you do not force Mr. Zulfikar to divorce Mom. Each of the couples should be eager to build family harmony."

"But sir, our marriage is different" said Hanin.

"No, I don't see any difference. Bu Daini and Mr. Zulfikar are very compatible. Oiya, I also want to convey good news to Bu Daini and Mr. Zulfikar."

"Good news?" I'm astonished.

"Yes, Sir. Look, now, Mr. Zulfikar and Bu Daini need not be confused with the status of the twins when they were born into the world. Because they can get a birth certificate even if there is no marriage certificate."

"meaning?" Hanin looked curious.

"If there is evidence of a serial marriage certificate signed on stamp duty, the birth certificate can be issued by the civil registry office. So, Mr. Zulfikar doesn't have to bother taking care of this matter. We just need to think about school. Because, at this time, the school will usually ask for a parent ID, family card, birth certificate, and marriage certificate for the completeness of the administration of the students."

"The Brotherhood is serious?" I can hardly believe it.

"Seriously, so in the future, this child's account should be unquestionable. They still have the same rights as the next generation of the Antasena family. If you don't believe me, you can ask the civil registry directly."

"Alhamdulilbornabbil'alamiin," I murmured.

"Darling, let's go. Mr. Ikhwan, quickly bring one more witness. I want to refer you tonight."

"But sir," Hanin interrupted.

"I don't need your approval, baby." Hanin sighed. Inevitably, he still had to obey the religious rules.

"Assalamu'alaikuum," not even two o'clock at night, my bodyguard arrived with bang Radit.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam."

"Bang Radit, you'll be a witness." I don't want to delay any more. Bang Radit gawking.

"Mr Ikhwan quickly explain," I asked.

Then, the Brotherhood sir explained his case briefly, densely, and straightforwardly. Bang Radit nodded. He is willing to be a reference witness with the Brotherhood sir.

Then, out loud I said ....

"Daini Hanindiya Princess Sadikin, I refer you. From now on, you are my wife."

"Well," said the Brotherhood and bang Radit. Hanin is still down.

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This morning, my leg braces were opened. Relieved because I can move my legs even though my space is very limited.

Tonight, alhamdulillaah, I can rest in peace after referring to Hanin and get word from Mr. Reza that my papa is conscious.

Right now, Hanin is wiping my body. I was lying resigned. I was enjoying the softness of her palms that occasionally touched my skin.

After the meeting, Hanin became quiet. After the dawn prayer, Listi went home. Listi scolded Hanin after finding out that Hanin and I were referring back.

"You're the strangest couple *se*world," Listi said at the time.

"When will the Goddess come here?" ask Hanin.

"After preskon, he's coming here. Why are you asking?"

"Fear, Miss Dewi wants to change to look after you."

"You mind taking care of me?"

"Not at all" he answered, buttoning my shirt.

"Yes, tell you what, if Bu Juju comes, you go to the apartment. Later, bang Radit's dropping off."

"Emm .. I don't want to go to the apartment, sir."

"Lho, why?"

"The apartment was too luxurious, I was also afraid of heights. I'm not comfortable," he said.

"When at my mom's house, would you?"

"I'd like to go kost."

"W-what? Ngekost? Honey, I have to give you a decent and comfortable place."

"I don't want to look flashy, sir. I want to live in a simple house."

"Okay, I agree. But, for the next few days, you live in your mom's house or in an apartment first. How's it?"

"Yes" he answered briefly.

"Dear Oiya, here. I want to kiss you."

"Later on," he refused.

"When?"

"After you recover."

"Ha--." My lips don't talk. Goddess arrives.

"For Daini, morning Mas. I brought a healthy breakfast for you and Daini" he said. Sumringah's face. Hanin and I stared at each other.

"There's fruit salad and so much more."

"Thank you" said Hanin.

"Mas Zul should eat healthy. This is a menu note. Tomorrow, that baby tube procedure will be performed soon."

"What?! Wi, you're not serious, are you?"

"Seriously ' is Mas. I signed."

"But, I haven't signed, Wi." I don't understand his way of thinking.

"I've signed yours, ma'am." The goddess lightly said that sentence.

"Wi, I'm not ready yet! Quick cancel!"

"Mas, what's the trouble 'sih?! The doctor only needs a few drops of s p e r m a you. Easy, right? Just like 'bother."

"It's not an easy or difficult problem, Wi. It's my readiness problem. My father was in an accident, I haven't recovered either. The one that hit my papa has not been found. The baby tube program is not urgent. We can do it next month after I recover."

"Can't, Mom. I can't put it off anymore."

"Sir Zulfikar, I'm sorry I interfered. In my opinion, there is no harm if you follow the wishes of Miss Dewi. Someone has to give up" Hanin said.

"Good, I'm ready. But you have to approve my and Hanin's marriage being officiated. How's it?"

...~Tbc~...