The Hidden Love

Uncovered

" So, is everything done?" asked Sultan, approaching mbok Darmi who was cleaning up some needs. " We can go home now." The Sultan put down a bag of medicine he had just taken from the pharmaceutical section.

" It's been great, everything is in order." said the old woman.

After completing several examinations for the umpteenth time, finally the doctor gave permission for Hanum to go home. After seeing Hanum's health condition gradually improving, he was allowed to be outpatient and still had to control the hospital to check his surgical scars.

Mr. Parmin carried a bag containing some of Hanum's needs during the girl's hospitalization, but Darmi was seen carrying a plastic bag in his hand.

" We go home" said the Sultan, he intended to carry Hanum's body which looked very weak.

" No need, just use a wheelchair" Hanum refused.

" It's okay."

And as soon as Hanum's body floated, the Sultan had already carried it.

" Nobody's missing, right?" sultan asked as he walked down the hall.

" No, den."

They continued walking, occasionally Hanum blushed in embarrassment as people who passed by them along the way, heard gossiping about him.

Some whispered, praising the Sultan who was holding his wife's body, Hanum could hear them praising her husband whom they considered to be her ideal husband.

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That afternoon, a white car stopped right in the Sultan's yard, the car door opened and a girl came down.

She held her husband's arm and continued to step into the house.

" Eh, there was Adam anyway." mbok Darmi who was cleaning the living room was approaching. " Wife?" Ajeng.

" Yes mbok, meet her, her name is Ajeng."

" Mock."

" Mbok Darmi"

Say them together, shake hands with each other.

" It's pretty, isn't it my wife?" ask Adam with a smile.

" It's really pretty, it fits." The old woman forms a circle with her index finger and thumb fused together.

Hearing that made Ajeng laugh amusedly, she nudged her husband's arm.

" Sultan ..."

" The Sultan's den is in his study, den."

" That's Hanum?"

" It's in his room den."

" Yes already mbok, we ride first ya."

" Njih den."

Adam took his wife by the hand, climbing the stairs that connect the lower floor with the main room occupied by Hanum.

Ajeng deliberately came there upon hearing the news of his friend's return from the hospital, the girl had not had time to visit Hanum during her treatment there. While accompanying his wife, Adam was able to talk to the Sultan in the study.

The two of them separated as soon as they reached the top floor of the building.

Ajeng knocked on the door before then pushing Hanum's bedroom door.

" Mock." Hanum, who was sitting in bed reading a novel, seemed so happy to see the arrival of his friend.

" Dae ..." No less hysterical.

They both hugged, Ajeng looked very emotional, he shed tears.

" Why cry?" Hanum who heard Ajeng's sobs, released his embrace.

" I'm scared." she said. " I was afraid when I heard you had an accident, especially you got into a coma." cried Ajeng increasingly became.

" It's been." Hanum hugged his friend. " Most importantly now I'm cured." pat Ajeng on the back. Trying to calm the girl.

Hanum then grabbed the tissue box that was on the nightstand, giving it to Ajeng.

" It's all because of the bad woman, I don't accept. I'll get him back!"

" Hust! be careful when you talk, you're pregnant. Don't talk so badly."

" It's all because I'm upset, I don't accept you being treated like that to your husband."

" Patience."

" You could have told me to be patient, if I were you, I would've given back to that wicked woman."

For the first time after the accident, Hanum laughed out loud. Not without reason he laughed, he felt funny to see Ajeng's behavior that seemed to hold a grudge on Mauryn. The girl continued to curse and blaspheme Mauryn, saying all her vices with great fieryness. It was as if he was about to hit her if only the woman were there now.

While in the workspace.

" You're serious Dam?" The sultan cast a sharp glare, highlighting his interlocutor.

" So you think I'm messing around?" Adam asked back.

" That's not what I meant, I just didn't expect. Why is that man Mauryn's husband? why should he do it, this doesn't make sense. He didn't know Hanum at all, nothing to do with it, so what was his motive for doing that?"

Sultan was completely inexhaustible with this incident, just imagining it had made him almost crazy.

" No need to put on that look!" Adam thunts. " I've been working all this time, I dug up all the information related to the ring. Until we start finding common ground, don't stress yourself out, I'll figure out the reason behind the crime she's committed."

" It would be crazy for me Dam, if it kept going this way."

"I told you, just focus on your wife."

" I remained unsettled before I knew all the truth."

" This is God's scenario, just believe that if He will help us unravel this mystery, everything that has happened so far must be due to God's intervention. Remember how Hanum found the ring? then I suddenly found the pair of rings. I'm sure this isn't a coincidence."

" Yes I believe."

" We just have to be patient right now, dig up more information."

In the afternoon, Ajeng and her husband said goodbye after more than three hours of their arrival.

" Frequently visit, Hanum has resigned from his job. He will be bored if at home continue without anyone accompanying him." asked Sultan to Ajeng.

" Yes." the girl answered briefly.

" I've seen him laugh and be so happy since I saw you coming."

" Yes already." Adam interrupted. " It's four o'clock, after this I still have to go to the cafe."

" All right." Sultan nodded. " Be careful on the road, thanks for stopping by."

The two men hugged for a while, Sultan saw the departure of his friend until the car he was riding was no longer visible.

The Sultan swung his legs, again climbing the stairs to the main room. He will see the condition of Hanum, since the morning he struggled with the pile of work in his study until the afternoon. They also have not been able to talk about household problems that afflict both.

He pushed the door, there was no sign of Hanum there. The Sultan circulated his gaze, slowly began to look for where his wife was.

A feeling of relief burst out as soon as he heard the sound of water rustling from inside the bathroom. Indicates that Hanum is currently performing a ritual to cleanse himself in there. Then he decided to go back to his study.

With a gontai step, Hanum slowly went down the stairs. He who had changed clothes looked fresher after taking a shower.

" Hanum wants to take a short walk bi, it feels bored continuously in the room."

" A minute, I'll put this shirt on first, I'll accompany you."

" Don't be bi, Hanum just wants to go out for a while, take a walk around the complex."

" That's why auntie befriended non."

" Hanum wants to be alone bi." she refused subtly.

" But non Hanum just healed, later if you know the lady out of the house and angry, how?"

" He won't be mad bi."

Hanum did not mengubris bi Mar's words anymore, he just wanted to breathe fresh air, there is a garden that is not far from his home. He needs to be alone, thinking about what steps to take in the future. He had to think about what decision he would take after all the bitter events he experienced during his life with the Sultan.

After walking for about ten minutes, Hanum arrived at a large garden. The park was filled with visitors who stopped there, Hanum saw many people who came. There were many young women who seemed to be spending time alone there, they were sitting on a bench that was rather quiet visitors. There was an elderly woman sitting in a wheelchair with a child behind her. His smile spread perfectly when his eyes were fixed on a group of children who were busy playing on the other side of the park.

Hanum who felt tired was looking for an empty bench to sit on, he had enough trouble finding an empty place because almost all the benches were full of visitors.

He dragged his feet even further, and finally his effort paid off, there was an empty bench there.

He then let out a long sigh, his condition had not fully recovered, Hanum felt that he had only walked for a short while yet he was already feeling very tired. Thirst approached him, he reached into his pocket, one by one the pockets checked.

Blank.

There was nothing in his pocket, he forgot not to bring a cell phone and money. He thought he wouldn't need both of those things, but he really needs them now.

Suddenly a man appeared by giving her a bottle of mineral water, Hanum looked up. He was surprised as soon as he saw the figure in front of him.

" Take it, you're thirsty, aren't you?"

" It is not permissible to accept drinking water from strangers. Who knew that you could have mixed something in that drink."

" That's right." the man was beaming. " Do I look like a bad guy?"

" Not everyone is bad, but not everyone is good. I'm just looking to be safe."

" What kind of answer is that." the man sneered, then sat down beside Hanum. " Take it, it's still sealed, after all where is this handsome criminal anyway? most bad guys are creepy faces, like thugs, mafia .. do I look like that?"

" Now there are even many angel-faced criminals."

Suddenly the man immediately turned to the girl next to him, looking at him sharply.

" There's no need to pretend to be surprised." Hanum was still staring straight ahead. "Now there are many crimes involving people with beautiful faces to carry out the action. For example, many beautiful girls are recruited to become a self-styled health insurance officer. They run away with money from frauds they do to their customers."

The man breathed a sigh of relief.

" What do I think." he said.

"What indeed?" Hanum turned his head, looking at the face of the man sitting with him but a bit far apart.

" Ah, no .. no ..."

" By the way, why are you here?" ask Hanum.

" I used to come here."

" Huh?"

" Don't be surprised, my house is near here."

" Really?" Hanum could hardly believe it.

" Do I look like I'm joking?"

" Wah .. wah .. we are neighbors, what a coincidence."

" We'll see you more often" the man smiled.

They then told each other, Hanum did not expect, he who initially wanted to be alone even met a man he knew. The man who made her husband burned with jealousy because of the message he sent first.

Hanum did not realize that there was currently a man watching them from behind the tree. The man clenched his hands, his jaw hardened withstanding the mounting anger, especially when he saw Hanum laughing loosely while talking to the man. I don't know what they're talking about, what a funny thing that makes him laugh.

It did not take long for the Sultan to approach the two. He blocked the collar of the man's shirt and raised his fist.

The surprised Dion did not have time to dodge, his body falling on the grass. Not yet had he woken up, the Sultan had already showered him with merciless blows.

Hanum screamed in fear, never had she seen her husband so angry that he beat up an all-out person like that.

" Yes!" screechingly, she grabbed the arm of her husband who was still brutally battered Dion. " Stop me please."

" Take me off!" The Sultan was about to hit Dion.

And, bug ...

Dion's turn to strike back at the Sultan, they were both completely like men fighting jotos in a boxing ring.

Repeatedly Dion dodged, trying to fend off every blow the Sultan threw at him. No matter how strong he tried to retaliate but it meant nothing to the Sultan. Dion still could not keep up with the Sultan's skill in terms of jotos. The man fell down with blood coming out of his nose and lips.

Miris, Dion looked so pitiful, he felt he had tried his best in everything, in fact he still could not beat the Sultan. The sultan was always far above him, in any case, not only about the jotos as it had just happened, but also in terms of taking someone's heart.

The heartache that Dion felt was much more painful than being beaten to a pulp by the Sultan. It is painful to know the fact that Mauryn, the wife he married a few years ago, still has a deep taste in the man.

" Stop it, please." Hanum moves in to help Dion get up from his seat.

" Do you know why I hit him?" The sultan pulled the hand of his wife who was touching Dion.

" You misunderstood me, I'm just as if he had nothing to do, we didn't meet on purpose." Hanum said so because she thought her husband had committed the act of violence as a result of his jealousy.

" You're wrong, you shouldn't be close to a dangerous man like him, he!" pointing Dion. " This man who's been sneaking into our apartment first and trying to harass you."

" What?" hanum's tears fell suddenly. " No way." - shrieked Hanum as he shook his head.

" You shouldn't trust people easily, not everyone's good, Hanum."

" No way." Hanum's body collapsed, he again smelled the exact same perfume that he smelled from the intruder's man's body.

He looked up at Dion in front of him, his tears growing as he smelled the same fragrance.

He had only realized it now, it was fitting that the smell of Dion's perfume seemed so familiar to him. He smelled the same scent when he was near Dion but did not remember it was the same fragrance, which came from one man.

Hanum's body trembled violently, the shadow of those bad events in the past came back to haunt him.

Sultan who realized that Hanum was currently so frightened, he immediately grabbed the body of the girl. Burning his wife's face, on his chest, rubbed his head gently.

" So relax, I'm here."

Hanum felt his gaze blur, he could see nothing, only dark.

" Dae ..." The Sultan shook his dead wife's body with his eyes closed. " Hanum .." repeated.

He who panicked found his wife unconscious, immediately raised Hanum's body.

" Our business isn't done yet." looked at Dion. " I wait for your good faith, before I raise the matter to the green table."

Then the Sultan ran to his parked car not far from the park. Had Hanum not fainted, it would have felt like he was introgating Dion this very second.

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