The Hidden Love

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The Sultan, who had just been overtly expelled by his wife, decided to leave the room. With a heavy heart he walked towards the living room, as there was already no work he could do, he chose to keep himself busy by watching a live broadcast of a football match on one of the local TV stations.

Almost an hour after he sat there, the football match he saw was over but he was not yet sleepy. Then he moved from his seat to the kitchen, intending to make a cup of coffee.

" and so ... Den's good not sleeping yet?"

The Sultan was shocked when he heard the voice of Mbok Darmi who suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

" Jeez, mbok .. just startle." Sultan kneaded his chest.

" I'm sorry Den." The woman smiled, "Want to make coffee? here let the Mbok alone." grabbed the cup from the hand of the new Sultan containing a spoonful of sugar.

" Mom, haven't slept?" The Sultan shifted his position slightly.

" Already Den, this would take drinking water for the Father, just before going to bed, the mbok forgot not to bring drinking water." poured hot water into a cup, stirred it slowly and then handed it to the Sultan.

" Thank you Mbok."

" Why hasn't Den Sultan slept? is there still work?"

The two walked together towards the middle room.

" No Mbok, Sultan ... that, anu ... Hanum is angry with me mbok."

" Anged?" mbok Darmi sat on the sofa, facing off against his foster child who he had considered to be his own son, "Well why?"

" It's actually because of a trivial matter Mbok."

" Trivial matter?" the old woman's forehead grew wrinkled, confused.

Hanum is a typical person who is not easily carried away by emotions, basically she is a patient woman. He would not be angry for ordinary things, as long as it was still in the stage, be accepted by him and not overstep the limits. Mbok Darmi understands that, as long as he lives with Hanum, he has never seen Hanum angry, the girl actually prefers to keep her own problems, not to share, not to share, tend to be patient in dealing with various situations that make it difficult for him, including when his household problems involving Mauryn.

So, hearing the Sultan say so, makes Mbok Darmi a real doubt.

" What's the problem? if the Mbok can find out?" the old woman dared to ask.

" I forgot not to buy her order mbok." looked straight at the woman with the characteristic who always wears cloth, that, "He asked me to buy him a melon sorbet, he asked me to buy him a melon sorbet, actually I tried to remember it all the way to Mbok's home, and it just so happened that while I was stopping at a traffic light, I saw a group of hawkers who touched my heart. Be I forget the order Mbok, I went straight home." Sultan explained.

" Just because of that?"

" Hm, yes Mbok."

Mbok Darmi shakes.

" The girl, even though since noon, she continued to eat various types of ice, without eating a spoonful of rice. Den Sultan knew, for the first time the Mbok saw him prank Mr. Dadang up repeatedly. Tell him to buy mixed ice, even though he's already spent ice cream stock in the refrigerator."

"really?" The sultan smiled knot.

" It's not just mixed ice, almost every two hours, Mr. Dadang is bothered by it. Tell him to buy ice fruit, ice dawet, ice banana ijo, until ice .. what is the name, the Mbok forgot."

" So he's been eating ice all day?" mbok Darmi nodded, "That much?" again, the old woman nodded.

" In fact, the mbok has been reminded to eat other foods, not just ice, but non Hanum insisted, he said he only wanted to eat ice today. So the Mbok was surprised, even this cold night he still wanted ice, while since morning I don't know how much ice has entered his stomach?"

" Will he make his stomach hurt?" mumam Sultan's.

" Yes, the Mbok went into the room first Den, preoccupation with talking until forgotten, surely you are waiting." showed a small pot filled with water.

" Yes, good night."

" Yes Den, don't sleep too early, it's also one o'clock in the night."

Mbok Darmi patted Sultan on the shoulder before leaving the man alone in the living room.

An hour later.

Slowly Hanum opened her eyes, she looked to the side, her husband was indeed not there.

He's really gone.

Hanum flicked away the blanket covering his body, opened the door handle and then went down the stairs. The guest room will be her destination this time, seeing if her husband is already asleep. Not yet he reached the guest room, he was already astonished by the sight presented before him.

The man in his car, the man was lying on a narrow sofa, using his folded left hand, used as a pillow. The narrow sofa was not enough to accommodate her husband's tall body. The Sultan's feet dangled to the floor despite having made the shoulder of the sofa his footing. Seeing her, made Hanum laugh, then approached her husband.

She directly overstretched the Sultan's body, touched her husband's jaw, stroked his hair several times, and pinched her gaunt, pointed nose. Making the Sultan who just got to dreamland, back awake.

" What are you doing?" his tan was gentle when he realized his wife's body was already on top of him.

" I can't sleep." Hanum played his index finger over the Sultan's chest.

" What's the matter?" taking his wife's dangling hair, he fell on her face and slipped it into Hanum's ears.

" I'm afraid of being alone."

" Huh ... weren't you the one who asked me to sleep in the guest room?" his voice was still the same, sounding so soft even though the girl who was currently piling on him, had already disturbed his sleep.

"Now you don't have to do it."

" So?"

" Come to the room, sleep with me, I want to hold you." Hanum said.

And the last words spoken by his wife, made the Sultan was wide open.

" Just a hug?" The Sultan tested his wife, "Not more."

" Of course." Hanum, "What are you thinking?"

" That's what you want." Hanum wakes up from the body of her husband.

The sultan did the same, and he walked up the stairs, while Hanum was glued to his feet.

" Mas .." half yelling.

Making the Sultan turn his body around, he only realized that he left Hanum there.

" Come here." The Sultan waved his hand.

" No way."

" So he said he was going to sleep? do you want to sleep in the guest room?" ask Sultan.

Hanum shook his head, "Here." he exclaimed.

Without a second thought, the Sultan walked over to his wife.

" Sweepy." said Hanum with his spoiled, pampered,

" Wouldn't you?" she asked sarcasm when she saw her husband still motionless.

" What are you talking about?" he grabbed his wife's body, grabbed her and walked upstairs. " I'll carry you, every day if I have to."

Hanum smiled victoriously, she draped her hands around her husband's neck. But when he saw the Sultan who was panting while carrying him up the stairs, made him feel a little annoyed.

" Am I heavy?"

" Hm?"

" You seem to have trouble climbing the stairs, you're panting so hard."

" A little" he answered briefly.

" What?"

" You, a little heavy."

" What ...? in other words, I'm so fat?"

" No, who said that?"

" So, I said my body was getting heavier."

" I didn't say that, really." The Sultan laid Hanum's body on the bed as soon as they reached the main room.

" Liar, obviously, I said that."

Oh, my God, it's almost two in the morning, I haven't slept yet and he's talking to me like this unimportant?

" You are not fat my dear." trying to say it as gently as possible, "Maybe because now you are home doing nothing, and maybe your appetite is increased, making your body more contained."

" That's right?" Hanum snorted, annoyed.

" Why angry? which words say you're fat?"

" It's the same."

Oh my goodness, wrong again. The Sultan scratched his head which was not itchy.

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That morning, a couple were seen holding hands, walking together towards the dining table.

A different scene occurred there, because this time there was no empty bench as usual. In fact, Mr. Dadang added an extra bench for him. As requested by the Sultan, that morning the whole house sat together at the dinner table to spend breakfast together. Except, the two security officers who are currently standing guard in front, even Mbok Darmi has brought food for them there.

After breakfast, Hanum drove her husband forward. She held up her husband's briefcase, as soon as the Sultan was about to get into the car. Hanum did the absurd thing that made the Sultan again bewildered. The girl blocked her husband's arm, trying to restrain the Sultan from going to the office today. Not usually.

" I'll be late if you keep holding my arm like this?" The sultan got into his car, "What's wrong?"

" Can't, I'll go with me."

" Where are you going?"

" Not where."

Hanum's answer left the Sultan even more confused.

" Take care of me, just today, yeah ...? I'm tired of being home alone, no one." Hanum shook her husband's arm repeatedly.

" There will be Mbok Darmi, Bi Mar, the same two women, if you are tired of going to Ajeng's house, I will let you go there as long as it does not make you tired, or you can ask at the same Pastri Mbak Indah, shopping at the mall?"

" No way."

" So, I gotta keep you company all day at home, right?"

" So, you don't want to?"

Haven't heard the Sultan say what this time but Hanum has walked, leaving the man in his yard. He made the Sultan shake his head several times and exhale violently.

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Sorry dear-my dear, yesterday I did not up, because I was no longer good body, (Nak nanya Thor ) 🤣🤣 has been ticking, but only got 500 words already saturated. I'm cold hot, this is all I'm trying to do nulis. Do not want to make you disappointed, (Who knows someone who can not wait for the continuation of the story of HanSul ) 🤭 A little writing from me, hopefully can treat your longing for HanSul. Don't forget the support yes, Kamsahamnida 🙏🙏🙏😘😘