The Hidden Love

More intoxicating than liquor

Hanum sat pensively in front of the dresser, looking at her face from the reflection of the large mirror before her. Several long breaths, after he had listened to the story about the Sultan's past, it felt like a dream, realizing now that they were both in love and living together in the sacred bond of marriage.

His daydreams ran out when someone hugged him from behind.

" You smell." whispered the Sultan in his wife's ear. Makes Hanum's fur bristle.

" Oh, you're home?"

" Hm." replied the Sultan briefly, smelling Hanum's body scent made him moved to touch the girl.

" Bath first." Hanum snorted as he softly felt the Sultan's lips begin to trace his neck.

" Later."

" Is." Hanum pinched her husband's hand.

" Heel ..."

" Thankfully, whose fault is told to take a shower even spoiled like this."

" Kangen." his great-grandson was spoiled.

" Well, take a shower first, I'm hungry." Hanum took off her husband's hand which was still coiled in his stomach.

" Why not eat first, then? no need to wait for me, I don't always get home on time."

" But I want to, we eat together."

" Yes, wait a minute."

The Sultan immediately went inside the bathroom, stripped his clothes one by one and began his bathing ritual.

A few minutes later, they were both at the dinner table. As usual, Hanum looks deftly take care of her husband, ranging from taking rice, side dishes, and thrusting a glass of water for the man.

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In the main room.

" I've been busy all day, forgetting not to take you to the doctor."

Hanum who was reading the novel immediately closed the book.

" There's something I want to talk to you about." Put the novel on the nightstand.

" Speak."

" But promise, after you hear what I'm going to talk about, promise not to get mad?"

Hearing Hanum say so made the man's gaze that had been busy with his laptop, change to look at his wife.

" What do you want to say?" Sultan moved the laptop on his lap, then removed his glasses. " It seems so important."

Hanum nodded.

" Promise don't be angry." Hanum grabbed her husband's hand, squeezing it slowly.

" Yes, promise."

" Se .. actually ..."

" Just say it." The Sultan was already impatient to know what the important thing was, which made his wife look tense so.

" We don't need to go to the hospital."

" Why?"

" Because .. because actually, I'm not pregnant."

" What ...?"

Hanum jumped up as soon as she heard her husband raise the volume of her voice.

" I'm sorry, I surprised you, but you surprised me even more. What do you mean you're talking like that?" The Sultan drew his face closer, looking closely at his wife's face.

" It's angry." Hanum.

" I'm not mad, how can I be mad at you." grabbed Hanum's chin, lifted it so they could look at each other. " Say, what's the matter?"

" I'm sorry." she said, looking back, not daring to look directly at her husband's face. "I wasn't actually pregnant, I was just pretending to throw up, looking like a pregnant person."

" Huh?"

" I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you."

" It's okay, I'm sure you must have some meaning behind your fake pregnancy drama the other day."

" I didn't mean to lie to you at all, really. I feel guilty when I see you so happy when I hear I'm pregnant."

" It's okay." cupped his wife's face with both hands. " I'm not angry."

" I'm lying because .. the woman keeps teasing me, she says I'm barren because after being married to you for over a year, I haven't been pregnant either." Hanum pursed his lips, annoyed.

In his opinion, the Sultan laughed in response to his words.

" What's so funny?"

" Hahaha .. not so." The Sultan held his stomach which felt stiff as a result of laughing for too long. " I just didn't think you could fuck that woman."

" sthat mean?"

" All this time, no matter what the woman does, you've always been quiet. But yesterday ..." The Sultan pinched his wife's cheek, anxious. " Today it was the greatest show you've ever done in front of me. Do I have to give you an award for best actress?" his laughter again broke, melting the stiff atmosphere that had been created a few minutes ago. " You really look like an actress who really lives up to your role."

" Why keep laughing? I'm scared to death and have mentally prepared me if you'd been mad knowing I lied to you." Pinched her husband's belly who was still laughing out wide. " Stop laughing."

" Once you're funny, all this time I thought you were silent, couldn't do anything, once I acted, I couldn't believe it, I didn't realize I was marrying an actress."

" Laugh all you want." Hanum intends to leave the room before the Sultan then blocks his arm.

" Why are you angry?"

" So you keep teasing me, you say I'm a great actress, you're insinuating me right?" Hanum.

" No, really. I'm praising you, not even being ridiculed, like you said earlier. You can't tell which is a compliment and which is a satire."

" In other words, am I stupid?" Hanum started to get emotional.

" Hh ..." The Sultan held his wife's body in his arms. " Why go everywhere? I don't say anything but you always assume for yourself."

The sultan guided his wife to lie down, still hugging each other, on her gentle swab of the wife's face. Slip Hanum's hair in the woman's ear.

" Why silence?" Sultan kissed Hanum. " Don't be mad, I'm just kidding."

" But I'm afraid." great-granddaughter Hanum, she's drowning her face in her husband's chest.

" What are you afraid of?"

" What if the woman's words are true? how about I ..."

" Sstt .. don't talk carelessly." The Sultan put his index finger in front of his wife's lips.

" But what he's talking about is the truth, we've been married for over a year, we've been living together for over twenty months, almost two years we've been married."

" But the real age of our marriage is also not that long, a year ago we will spend playing games and doing nothing. It can be said that the age of our marriage for twenty months is a fake dear."

" Huh?" Hanum looked up, looking at her husband's face, on it.

" The actual age of our marriage is certainly not that long, we can calculate the age of our marriage since the first time we had a husband and wife relationship. Because by doing that relationship, it signifies that a couple has officially married." The Sultan was already preparing to continue his words when he saw Hanum about to protest. " Don't think of anything, I mean, we've been officially married for a long time, but emotionally we've only really been living life as a husband and wife not too long ago. About eight months or so, right?"

Hanum nodded.

" There's no need to be that hot."

" Of course, we have worked eight months hard but have not yet produced results, while Ajeng, he has just been married three months already immediately pregnant.

" Not all married couples can immediately succeed to get pregnant dear, the results will be different with each person. Not always the same."

" How about we just go to the doctor, just to find out our condition, who knows something is wrong with my reproductive organs, something that makes it difficult for me to get pregnant."

" Stop talking nonsense, we will definitely have a child, even we can have many children if you want. It's just a matter of time." rubbed his wife's hair. " I'm sure, God must have given us the confidence to have a little angel who will be entrusted to our care. Trust me, God will give you at the right time."

" I hope so."

" sthat mean?"

Somehow Hanum's brain suddenly stupid, judging from the behavior of her husband alone she should know, what the man will do to her.

" I want you, I want you so much" he whispered right in Hanum's ear.

" What?" Hanum brushed off the hand of her husband that had started to creep on her chest.

" Good wife, will not let her husband starve." hearing the Sultan say that just made Hanum goosebumps. " You've made me fast for over a month, so .. I've had to break my fast tonight. Be a good wife, satisfy me tonight." slowly the Sultan opened one by one the buttons of his wife's pajamas.

Hanum could do nothing but accept all her husband's treatment of her. They had done that many times before, but somehow Hanum felt so nervous.

" You know." threw the shirt he managed to remove from his wife's body, onto the floor. "What's more intoxicating than liquor?"

" No." Hanum. " Is there anything more drunk than liquor?" tanyanya polo's.

" There is, of course, something more intoxicating than liquor, the effect of which is thousands of times more intoxicating than just drinking liquor. If drunk due to drinking liquor, the effect will disappear the next day, but this is another. The effect cannot be lost in a day, it cannot even be lost for the rest of your life."

" It's so scary." Hanum shuddered in horror at the thought.

" You don't want to know, what is it?"

" What? I've never seen a drunk man without drinking alcohol."

" Something more intoxicating than liquor." The Sultan put his face close to the wife's face. " It's."

Hanum was wide-eyed, so fast that her husband had gone wild, playing long on the lips of his ranum. Biting slowly, Hanum opened her mouth and gave her husband space to venture freely inside.

Truly, the hot kiss that Hanum forgot the last time they did, Hanum let her husband quench her thirst. Letting the man continue to do the touch that makes him feel like he is floating in the clouds. She did not reject him at all, but replied to him, just as crazy as her husband, because honestly Hanum had long missed that touch.

The sultan turned, down his wife's neck, sipping her very gently, leaving a purplish red mark there. He continued to make his art until there was no longer any gap for him to make a sign of love there.

Slowly, he went down Hanum's chest, his hands starting to crumble the crazy mound, something he wanted so badly to touch, one of his favorite spots.

Hanum's body was electrocuted when her husband boasted the top of her breast*, he couldn't stand it while her husband's right hand was still busy playing on the mound next to him.

Hanum was unable to hold himself back, until finally she continued to moan, sighing while enjoying her husband's increasingly crazy game.

" Mad, ah .." her sigh as her husband had already united their possessions. " Slowly mas, sick." he whined.

" Who's wrong, we've done it a lot but yours is still narrow. You take it upon yourself until I make you unable to walk, tomorrow." Sultan started pumping his.

" Ac .. mas ..." Hanum rem*s her husband's hair when he feels a pleasure that has not been felt by him for a long time. " Slowly, if this continues, I can lose my sanity."

" Wittingly."

" May, ah ..."

" Now you know, what's more intoxicating than liquor?" The Sultan smiled as he continued to pump his.

The room became a silent witness to the reunion of two human children who were combining love. The sound of sighs filled the room until dawn, as the Sultan had said before, he really wanted to quench his thirst all along. Too long fasting makes it as if he is not satisfied to do it once, he continues to do that until Hanum is unable to keep up with his game again. They fell asleep after four in the morning.

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Next day.

The Sultan hugged the woman in front of him, looking at the beautiful face of his wife. The girl looks very beautiful without makeup polish, even looks more charming in a sleeping position like today.

He showered his wife's forehead with kisses, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and ah. The rancid lips that made her lose control every time she touched him. Everything is printed with a very fitting portion of God, he is lucky to have Hanum be his wife, in addition to the outward beauty of the girl, is also beautiful inwardly.

A small curvature appeared at the corner of his lips, a smile continued to grow there as he saw the fruit of his artwork imprinted on almost every inch of his wife's body.

His hand stretched out toward his wife's flat stomach, dipped her and whispered.

Come here, baby, don't let us wait too long. Come quickly and warm up the atmosphere of our home.

The Sultan got out of his sleep, fixed his wife's blanket and went to the bathroom.

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw Hanum was awake, the girl was still sitting on the bed with messy hair.

" Wanna take a shower?" tanyakanya.

" While." Hanum held onto the bottom.

The Sultan chuckled, he carried his wife's body and placed it in a bathtub that had warm water in it.

" Want me to take a bath?"

" No, it's good." Hanum.

" What's the matter?"

" Fear, how about you get me drunk again, later."

And immediately the atmosphere of the bathroom boisterous with laughter both.

" Yes already then." The Sultan was already in front, then turned around. " What breakfast do you want? let me have Darmi make it."

" Want a sweet spicy pebble, I haven't eaten that for a long time and suddenly I want it so badly."

" Is there more?"

" Just as the kale stir-fry, bacem tempeh keeps on drinking strawberry juice but don't get too smooth, I like the juice that's still a little rough with chunks of strawberry meat."

" Okay, Your Majesty the queen." The Sultan was about to close the door when Hanum called him back. " There's more?" tanyanya.

" Hm, that's .. Please just bring the breakfast up? we had breakfast on the balcony. I'm ashamed to have to go downstairs under these conditions." Hanum pointed at his neck which was filled with Kissmark. " After all, where's anyone having breakfast during the day like this."

" According to the orders of Her Majesty the queen."

The sultan closed the bathroom door, changed clothes in the dressing room and rushed down towards the kitchen. Told mbok Darmi to make a dish according to his wife's order.

" Mbok." said Sultan.

" Eh, what's the matter?"

"Solicit please mbok?"

" Seek what please?"

" Hanum asked to make sweet spicy kikil oseng, but he wanted the mbok who made it."

" The mbok guess what den, yeah have a minute let the mbok prepare." the old woman went to the refrigerator, took some of the necessary ingredients.

" All stir-fried kale same bacem yes mbok." Sultan smile. " I'm sorry to bother."

" No need to hesitate so den, this is the mbok make."

" Drink ..." Sultan has not been able to finish his speech because mbok Darmi has immediately replied.

" Strawberry juice is not very smooth."

" Cool mbok." The Sultan gave two thumbs to mbok Darmi. " Sultan hasn't told you yet, the mbok already knows."

" It's his favorite non-Hanum drink besides iced chocolate."

" Thank you mbok, later when it's finished, ask for help mbak Lastri just tell delivery to the balcony ya."

" Not in the dining room?"

" Hanum wants breakfast on the balcony he said, mbok."

" Yes already then."

Sultan swung his legs towards the living room, he had not had time to sit his body on the sofa, Indah, one of the household assistants in the house approached.

" What's wrong, ma'am?" The Sultan took a position, sat down and began to open the newspaper lying on the table.

" That's sir, there's a guest."

" Who?"

" Don't know sir, I've just seen it."

" Yes, tell me to come in, I'll go to the living room."

" Good sir."

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