Forced to Share a Bed
Bestie

"Aargh!"

I screamed again when the man who took me away, and he came in a state of still pressing the wound on the end of his temple. He came in and sat in the passenger seat. The place behind me.

"You can take the car, right? Nyetir 'dong, take me to the clinic."

"Well, the wound is still bleeding? Why not just send it to someone else? If it could be anyone else, why would it be me?" my many.

Honestly, I was lazy to drive her because it meant I was going to leave my car and have to come back here again to get her.

"Will not help? Hello, I'm hurt like this because of you, aren't I?"

"Kok you blame me, 'sih?! Who told you to help me! Look yeah, I'd rather be splashed with coffee than be helped by you! You shouldn't be helping me and not sitting at my desk! If only you hadn't done it, maybe Ikmalpun wouldn't have gotten angry and misunderstood!"

"Just say you don't want to, can you? There is no need to blame me for everything. I helped you purely because of humanity. In addition, as Propam, my duty is to protect, to be a fortress guard of the image of the Police, and as a fortress seeker of justice" he said.

He grimaced a little. Blood seeped from behind the fingers pressing on his temple.

"I didn't ask! In front of me there is no need to bring a profession! Anyway, I've never been interested in the apparatus!"

I nagged while moving to the steering bench. Seeing his blood flowing again, so a trace of pity arose. Note, seuprit. It means very little.

"Hahaha, I never had any intention of seeking attention from you. Right 'nih sincerely want to deliver? Bhayangkara Clinic yes." While wearing a seat belt.

"Ikhlas is not sincere" I replied. Then take the wheel.

"I asked for your help the goal was good. That is, to train your empathy and sympathy."

"Can you shut up, no? I'm an adult. I've also known myself to help you and be grateful to you. But, I just thought there would be an officer escorting you to the clinic."

"Hm." That's the only answer. Then just shut up, occasionally looking out while sighing. Journey continues.

"Hey! Don't sleep. We'll be here soon!" my yelling.

"I'm hurt, I can talk a little softly, right?" his protest.

"You spoiled huh? Just got a little wound, so the cops 'uh, it should be strong, right?"

He took a breath back. Not denying my words. For a long time, lazy also time yes serve my words. Good, 'lah. So, I don't need to talk to him anymore. The problem is, 'could I be dealing with this human so often?

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"You stay in the car, I'll get off" he said as we arrived at Bhayangkara Clinic.

He went down, greeted by several officers.

"Sir Abil why? 'No, we can do it, 'clean?"

I eavesdrop, opening a little car glass. His nickname is Abil? Hahaha, just like a child's name.

"I was accidentally hit by a glass shard?" the answer.

He didn't explain the real events. I immediately closed the glass as an officer turned to me. I hope the officer doesn't see me.

I waited for him while reading the Quran in my mobile phone app. Little by little, I tried to imitate Daini's good habits. I read it random. Myriad. It should be 'clean in order, but yes, good intentions, said Daini insyaaAllah will be recorded as a reward.

"Those who believe are more strongly in love with Allah (Al-Baqarah verse 165)."

"O you who believe. Let not your possessions and your children neglect you from the remembrance of Allah. And whosoever does so, then they are the losers (Al-Munafiqun verse 9)."

"Truly with difficulty there is ease (Al-Ishirah: 6)."

"Women are good for good men, and men are good for good women (An-Nuur verse 26)."

The last verse I read made me reflect. If so, why are there frequent cases of KDRT? Some even have the heart to kill their own wife just because of trivial things.

"If we get a bad partner, it could be, it is a test to raise our level of faith and patience. Perhaps, our patience and kindness to the bad attitude of the couple, will be a medium of repentance that will later change the attitude of our partner into a better person or become the opening door for repentance for him. In essence, we must remain well-thought of God's decree." So remember the words of Daini.

I wanted to continue reading, but he was done. The wound's been put on a turban. He's carrying a clear plastic filled with medicine.

"A long time ago, sorry, but" he said. Open the door at the wheel.

"Down, I'm driving" he added.

"Just me" I said briefly.

"Electricity, come on, I'm cured." He's looking for trouble again.

"Please 'deh Screen Printing, if you want to drive, why not just now?" I'm persisting.

"Yes, let's not get tired we replace ya." He's also strong.

"No want! Quick in! Wonder' deh! The driving thing, you don't want to lose! Coming in!" my yelling.

"Hello, Miss. My car. Quick down!"

"Ishh, Mr. Sabil!" I was forced to go down because he forced me in. I haven't come down yet. I moved to the back seat.

"Electricity, I'm not your driver, yeah. Move ahead! Hurry along!" her word.

"Ishh, you Screen Printing! You're the strangest guy I've ever met!" grumbling. Forced to sit on the seat next to the steering wheel.

"Geez, your old chair is sitting so hot" he lamented as he took off his jacket, and put it on the seat.

"Lebay is so clean until everything is done! Listen yes Mr. Screen Printing, if the former seat of a woman feels hot, it indicates that the woman will have many children aka fertile," I explained.

"Hahaha, do you believe in the same myths? Talk to me has to be scientific" he said.

"A snob!" sentakku sambi turned his face.

"Look yes Bu Electric, the human body stores the levels of Sodium, Potassium, and Chloride are different. So, each person may have a difference in body temperature. Heat problems in the former seat, is actually a common thing. But, it can be concluded also that the larger the size of the buttocks, then the heat that feels will be higher. Hehe."

"What did you say?!"

My eyes glared. Spontaneously hit his shoulder. I'm like this, I have a pretty high punching reflex.

"So, you're concluding that my ass is big?! Oh, that means you've been watching my butt very closely, huh?!" I keep beating him. He's just smiling.

"Basic equipment! Basket-eye! Just so you know yes! The pelvis is one of them serves to provide a way for the baby to be born! So, a woman with a large butt like me, most likely can give birth normally and smoothly! So it can be pulled the red thread can have many children aka fertile!"

After my hands ached, I stopped beating her.

"Will you hit me again? Can't be. I think of it as a free massage" he said.

"Why 'sih you always sucks?! Because of you, my relationship with Akmal is getting worse!"

"That's it, you end it. That man is no match for you." He lightly said that.

"What right do you set me?! Don't interfere! That's my business and Akmal's! It has absolutely nothing to do with you! I'll make sure we don't see each other again!" my toilet.

"I wish it was like that too. My head is dizzy against you! My neckline was tense, my lips were also clouded by talking too much" he said.

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Finally we arrived at the cafe again. I can't believe Akmal is still waiting for me. He was standing in front of the security post.

"Yank, are you taking her for treatment?"

"Yes, I represent you, Bang. 'You're the one who hurt him."

I ignored Akmal, preferring to walk to the parking lot to pick up my car. Mr. Sabil did not comment, he just looked at me. I should have apologized to Sabil, right? But, he didn't do it.

"Yank, we're not done talking, are we?"

Akmal. The man closed the windshield of his car. Whether I still see me or not, I don't care anymore.

"Bang, it's late, we'll talk about it later. I'm lazy to argue." As I was about to get into my car, Akmal held my hand.

"Yank, wait a minute. You can't be like this! Are you like this because of that guy in uniform? You're as dazzled as the uniform?"

"What?! Bang, how many times have you accused me?! I met him by accident! Coincidentally!" my exposition.

"Let go, Bang! I'm going home!"

"No yank! I'm not letting you go!" Even blocking my hand is getting stronger.

"Dude, it's not good to treat a woman like that." He suddenly came. Folded both hands on his chest.

"Don't interfere in my business! Don't beat your cops so feel the upper hand!"

I looked at both of them. A little worried about another fight.

"Dude, he said he was going home soon. After all, it's also not good that a girl is still wandering at this hour."

"Huh, you don't fucking care! I know what you're thinking! You're interested because my girl is beautiful and sexy, right? Apparatuses in this country, the average fucker!" the accusation.

"Don't talk to you, man!" Head shakes. But I'm sure he's trying to stifle his emotions.

"Don't make a fuss again. We'll talk about it another time." I rushed into the car after Akmal took off his grip.

From behind the rearview mirror, I saw that they were staring and talking. They're grown men. I guess, a fight because of that misunderstanding, won't happen again.

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I deliberately took a day off so that tomorrow could take a day off. Returning home from work, the plan is to go to the house of Aksa sir to meet Daini. As usual, my co-workers remained indifferent. I don't give a shit. Importantly, I can still work at this company and earn a salary. After all, my friendship with Daini was established before he and the Director married.

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Arriving at Mr. Aksa's house, as usual, I had to pass a series of checks to make sure that the one who entered this house was not a bad person.

"Sir Listi."

Someone called. Who else if not Daini. I then turned my head, I saw he was accompanying Mr. Aksa enjoying the twilight air in the garden next to the house. Aksa sat in a wheelchair with two sisters.

I went there after parking my car. Greet them, and shake hands with them.

"This is what is called Listi? You've been here a lot, haven't you?" said Mr. Aksa. After the accident, according to information, his memory was somewhat reduced.

"Yes, Sir. I'm Neng Daini's best friend."

"Yes, Papa. Sister Listi has indeed been here often," said Daini.

"Well, you called him 'papa'?" I was a little surprised.

"Yes, 'dong. If Neng Daini does not call 'papa,' Papa does not want to take medicine," said Pak Aksa with a smile. He really loves Daini. Who wouldn't want a ghost like Daini?

"Yes already, we're into the yuk!" bring Daini.

Then the nurse pushed the wheelchair. Daini's stomach is growing. Her name is also pregnant twins, must look bigger than the gestational age in general.

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"Sir, the Director hasn't come home yet?" I asked when Daini and I were in the guest room. This room I used to use when playing in this house.

"Not yet, Brother."

"Feelings, it's been home from four in the afternoon. 'We haven't come yet?"

"Seriously, Brother?" Daini was worried.

"You take it easy, try calling first."

"So, about half-time five in the afternoon, I've called, brother. But it's not lifted."

"Busy time, Neng. Is it possible to go to the house of the Goddess?" my many.

"Astaghfirullah, my goodness, brother. I just remembered, this morning Mr. Zulfikar said he wanted to stay at the Dewi ma'am's house. Today is the schedule he has with Miss Dewi. Mr. Zulfikar also said he would accompany Dewi USG."

"Hahaha, how are you 'sih? 'Can't you forget?" I gently flicked his smooth forehead.

"His name is also human, Brother."

"What do you want to tell me? Oiya, I have a surprise for you."

"Surprised? What surprise, brother? Don't make me curious."

"Let's guess."

"Emm, what's up?"

"Tonight, I got permission from my mom to stay here. So, tomorrow I'm not going to work."

"Really?" Clear eyes sparkling.

"Yes, Neng. I deliberately took a leave of absence to accompany you to visit the contract. Oiya, chili plants and tomatoes are already fruitful tofu, Neng. There's even red."

"Yey, fun. Thank you, Sister Listi. Since there is no Zulfikar sir, it means that Kristi can sleep in my room."

He hugged me right away. Then ruffled my short hair. He was like that, if you're happy and near me, always messing with my hair.

"Sister Listi, he said he wanted to get his hair out? It's 'kok cut again?"

"Forgot, Neng. Habits are cut short. So, right into the salon, I cut it short again. Hehe."

"Sister is beautiful, you know. Is Brother unconscious?"

"Don't do it, Neng. That beautiful one is you. Don't praise me yeah, fear my nose is flying."

"The truth is so, brother. Yes, to my room yuk, brother. Maghrib soon. We pray together."

"Ready."

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On the way to Daini's room, I met Ms. Yuze. I shook hands and looked at him in admiration. Bu Yuze looks fresh and beautiful. His name is also Horang Kayah.

"Mama, tomorrow I want to pay a visit to Kak Listi's contract."

Amazingly, now Bu Yuze has also been called 'mama' with Daini.

"May, but accompanied by the same bodyguard yes, Neng." Looking at Daini's face.

Not only that, but Yuzepun tidied up Daini's jiab which was a bit slanted. The Antasena family seems to have been made-Daini-Daini. They have been captivated by the charm of mojang parahyangan.

"Thank you, Mama. I want to harvest chili and tomato, Ma."

"Harvest? Wow, you're so great, Neng. It can bear fruit. So impatient, Mama wants to see the harvest." Now rubbing Daini's stomach.

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Arriving at Daini's room, my habits have not changed. Open the refrigerator.

"Oh my goodness, Neng. You sure as hell are the owners of this room."

"Thank God, but this is not mine, brother. It's just, I got a chance to enjoy it." While taking drinks and snacks for me.

"Oiya Neng, if Mr. Dirut is not with you, you like to be sad not 'clean?"

"Emm, no, Brother. 'And Mr. Zulfikar is carrying out his duty with the Goddess."

"Great you, Neng."

"Not great, Brother. Sometimes, I was also sad and wanted to reject this fate. But, back again to the nature of a human being, we can only plan."

"Again," I said.

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...~Tbc~...