The Hidden Love

Secret of starfish anklets (Part 2 )

Hanum stuffed the starfish anklet into her pants pocket, and left her husband's study. Swing the pace to find Mbok Darmi, an elderly woman who has spent more than half her age, serving in the Pradipta family. Hanum reckon, the woman who has been nurturing her husband since childhood, must have known everything about the Sultan.

The kitchen being his main goal, he circulated his gaze once he got there. Lastri, the housekeeper, who saw Hanum's arrival was approaching.

" Do you need anything?" tanyanya, manners.

" Lastri Ma'am, see what Darmi's not?"

" Oh, mbok Darmi is cleaning the pool behind the non, want me to call?"

" Don't mbak, let me go there." Hanum rubbed Pastri's shoulder. "Bak Lastri just finish the job, thank you."

" Yes, non."

Hanum sped up his steps towards the swimming pool located at the back of the house building. He saw that Darmi was holding a net to pick up the leaves that fell over the pond. Hanum ran, approaching the woman.

" Don't run around so non-hazardous" said the middle-aged woman as soon as she saw Hanum running towards her.

" Mom, someone wants Hanum to ask" he said without further ado.

" Tell opo anyway?" the old woman's hand was still holding a long pole, trapping the leaves floating above the large pool.

" Hanum wants to ask" grabbed the pole held by Darmi's mbok, put it on the spot and led the woman to the gazebo beside the pool.

" Yes, what do you want to ask? wong just tell me, the mbok is not finished yet you know."

" It doesn't feel good to be working on something."

" Y wis." the old woman relented, sitting beside Hanum. " It seems so important, isn't it?"

Hanum nodded.

" Mbok Darmi is not the one who has been nurturing the Sultan? mbok Darmi who since childhood took care of my husband?"

" Yes non, what is it? just go non, don't make the mbok scared."

" Something Hanum wants to ask Mbok." Hanum grabbed the woman's hand. "If Hanum asks something about the Sultan's past, Mbok will answer honestly?"

" Yes non, the Mbok will answer if indeed the mbok knows."

" As Hanum knows Mbok, mbok Darmi does have a very close relationship with the Sultan, mbok Darmi certainly knows everything about mas Sultan right? including his personal problems?"

" The Mbok knows non, because every thing that the Sultan is experiencing, whether it is sad or happy, what he is feeling ..he always shares it with Mbok."

" Good then." Hanum smiled, then reached into his pants pocket. " So Mbok must know about this bracelet?" Hanum thrust out the anklet she had just found inside the music box that was in her husband's desk drawer.

He could immediately guess what kind of reaction Darmi mbok, the woman widened her eyes, closed her mouth, feeling very surprised.

" Da .. where did non get this bracelet?" terbrata, he saw a white precious metal with a gemstone on a starfish-shaped decoration.

" It doesn't matter Mbok, Hanum just wants to know, where did the Sultan get the bracelet?" the girl looked down. " Why does it seem like the Sultan keeps so many secrets from me."

" Not so non, don't misunderstand. Den Sultan is a good man."

" Tell me Mbok, what Mbok knows, everything .. Secrets about my husband's past, what Mbok knows about the Sultan, tell me everything Mbok." Hanum.

" Hah .." the old woman exhaled, long. " Si Mbok is confused, it should be the Sultan who told him directly the same non Hanum, he is more entitled because non Hanum is his wife."

" Hanum please Mbok, at least don't let me think badly of the Sultan, don't make me assume and draw my own conclusions" she said.

Seeing Hanum who was so disappointed, made Mbok Darmi finally open his voice.

" But promise yes non, after telling me everything, Hanum should not be angry, disappointed or the like. The Mbok doesn't want anything bad to happen to your relationship."

" Yes mbok, Hanum promise." squeezed the fingers of mbok Darmi with sparkling eyes.

" Non Hanum must know, whose ankle bracelet this belongs to."

" Know it's mbok."

" The mbok forgot what happened, about seven years ago, and the Sultan left the house. He left in a state of anger, the big master and also the old master scolded him to run out, punished den Sultan because at that time he chose to study business majors." mbok Darmi gave a moment's pause, he said, his blank gaze drifted far away, his memories returning to the past. " Non Hanum knew very well, the great master was a high-ranking army, the old master was also a retired army soldier who was very respected in Semarang. They were angry when they heard of the Sultan's wish, he preferred to be a businessman rather than obey the wishes of his parents who wanted him to be a soldier, following in their footsteps."

Momentary silence.

" then?" ask Hanum impatiently.

Gosh darn.

Hanum until silenced his own mouth, just right mbok Darmi crying, he did not expect in modern life like now there is just a whip like that, as if still alive in the era of the kingdom alone.

But come to think of it, it is not surprising that the Sultan should suffer such a punishment. Judging from the family history of those who live in the rules and military upbringing are very strict, such physical punishment must have been inherent and carried away in everyday life.

" It was one of the punishments that had to be carried out by den Sultan." continued the story.

" There are more mbok?" Hanum was surprised to hear the word 'one of ' the old woman said.

" The Sultan had to leave the house, not given a penny, not bring anything from the house. Den Sultan decided to emigrate to the capital, he fought alone to finance all his needs. For years he never came home, he started his business from zero, until it developed into the big company it is today."

" This bracelet?" ask Hanum carefully.

" After being whipped, the Sultan left the house, using the motorbike he bought with his own savings." mbok Darmi glanced at Hanum. " Even though den Sultan lived well, his parents never indulged him at all. Again, the incredible discipline that seemed excessive that was applied in the family."

" Didn't anyone dare to prevent Mbok? and .... when the incident happened, did no one stop, so that the Sultan was not whipped?"

" No." mbok Darmi shook his head slowly. " No one dared to stop the punishment, the madam had also pleaded, but there was nothing we could do anymore, the old master still completed the punishment." the woman took a deep breath before returning to the story. " With his back full of wounds and bleeding, the Sultan insisted on leaving the house. He left that day too. Den Sultan went on his favorite motorcycle, probably because of his unbearable pain, he had a single accident on the way to his friend's house, den Adam. They've been friends since they were in kindergarten, he had an accident at Marina Beach."

Deg.

Hanum's heart rippled when he heard the name of the beach called Mbok Darmi.

" Marina Beach mbok?"

" Yes." smiled at Hanum. " At that time there was a girl who was traveling on the beach, the girl who had worked hard to help den Sultan. The shortcut taken by the Sultan at that time, looks so quiet, not many people will pass through the road. The girl appeared, saving the Sultan's life. He's looking for a cell phone with the Sultan to call his friend Adam and call an ambulance."

Hanum looked at Darmi's sad face, the old woman smiled at him as she wiped the tears that occasionally fell flooding a part of her face that had been wrinkled.

" Sultan falls in love with the girl, the girl who saved his life." mbok Darmi grabs Hanum's hand and kisses her. " After awakening and recovering, Den Sultan told the mbok, how he who was then half conscious, in the help of the girl, Sultan was fascinated at first sight, and the, moreover, when the girl painstakingly carried her heavy body to carry to the gazebo and gave first aid to him. Until the Sultan recovers and decides to return to the capital to pursue his ideals. Den Sultan only realized that love was emerging and becoming more, not just a feeling of gratitude for the girl's help."

" Hh ..." Hanum breathed a long breath.

" Will you continue?"

" Want dong, mbok." he exclaimed.

" With the anklet she had found after the incident, she was looking for the girl. Den Sultan always took the time to go back to Semarang, visit the Marina beach, hoping to meet the girl who had helped him because he had not had time to thank the girl. Trouble he tried to find the girl but .. he never knew where she was. Until ..."take Darmi hang his words.

" What's Mbok up?"

" Until one day, he came home to attend his sister's wedding. The Mbok was shocked when he saw Den Sultan meet the mbok while crying. He was devastated, he felt frustrated when he saw his sister's bride-to-be. He decided not to see the wedding, he locked himself in the room. Seeing the fact that his first love was married to another man, especially that man was none other than his biological sister, made him very tortured. The mbok is equally destroyed, but how else, it is suratan destiny must be so. Non Hanum must know who that girl is?"

Slowly, Hanum nodded his head.

" But really Mbok, I really don't remember the incident."

" Non Hanum was about seventeen years old at the time, and the incident had lasted more than five years, it was only natural that non Hanum had forgotten."

" Yes mbok."

" After knowing all the truth, the truth about the past of non Hanum's husband. Mbok hope, non Hanum never doubted the love of den Sultan again, the boy loved non Hanum very much, he has been in love since a long time, non Hanum became his first love, and being the only woman who wants to be soul mates and yearns to live together, happily ever after."

Hanum glazed over, he wept over his insensitive stupidity with every Sultan's treatment of him. He could not imagine how tortured the man was for harboring that feeling for quite a long time. In addition to the household exams that come and go, which had made the ark of their love almost shipwreck.

" I'm sorry Hanum mbok."Hanum was crying on the lap of the old woman before him.

"Have ... no, don't cry. What matters now is your future. Do not regret the past that has happened, the mbok sure, you are destined to live together. The proof is that you can be united in God's wonderful way. Live happily with your husband, give birth to a child who can warm the atmosphere of this house." rubbed Hanum's hair gently, lovingly.

" Wish us ya mbok." he said, still sobbing.

" The mbok always pray for the best for you both, hopefully soon given a bogeyongan. It seemed that the mbok was already impatient to hold the little Sultan."

Hanum got up, mbok Darmi wiped his tears.

There are so many secrets you keep from me, why don't you ever tell me?

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OK fix, this episode is only filled with his speech mbok yes 🤭

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