The Hidden Love

My little bean

Hanum turned his head as soon as he heard the sound of the door opening, a second later he turned his head back. See who came, make him lazy, then continue his activities combing hair.

" Let me help." The Sultan was already standing behind Hanum, seizing the comb from his wife's hand.

Until combing the hair was helped, what did he think I was? I'm fine, nothing bad will happen even if I do this little thing. Why since hearing the news of my pregnancy has turned so possessive. Anything is forbidden, doing ordinary things should not be, excessive. Hanum moved his lips.

" It's tidy, what do you want your hair to do?" The Sultan looked at his wife's reflection in the mirror.

" Braids." he exclaimed.

" Aish, how can I braid my hair." The Sultan scratched his head which was not itchy.

" You just asked me, what do I want my hair to do, after I answer even your reaction is so."

" But ..."

" Can't you?" Hanum.

The Sultan thought for a moment, turning his brain, what answer could roughly save him this time.

" Well, we can see the tutorial on YouTube, right?" chuckling, Sultan grabbed his phone on the nightstand.

" No need." Hanum was about to get up but her husband held her shoulder, telling her to sit still in her original position.

" Let me try."

After ten minutes of Sultan tinkering with his wife's hair, Hanum glanced, a little annoyed at the reflection of his hair in the mirror. Instead of neat with hair ties that are interrelated, there is even more tangled hair because it is too often played by the Sultan.

" Haha." he shouted, making the Sultan shocked until his body jumped.

" Sa .. dear."

" Stop Mas!"

" It is ..."

" That's enough! I can tie my own hair." Turn around, grab the comb in her husband's hand, "And this, it doesn't harm the baby in my womb at all." she said, annoyed.

How not to get angry, the hair that was originally neat, became tangled and messy due to malpractice done by the Sultan. Instead of braiding, hard-earned to see the video tutorial, it's exhausted patience when the results are far from expected.

" Yes, let me help tie it" said the Sultan, still excited.

" Don't mess around, my hair could be kribo later if you just keep holding my hair."

" When you tie your hair, of course I can. Did you forget? I'll tie your hair once too." chuckle.

When the Sultan took the comb back, his eyes were looking for something he could use as a binder for his wife's long hair. His lips curled up as soon as he saw the round, pliable object in black, he picked it up and began to tidy up his wife's hair.

" This is how?" he asked while tidying up the top of his bond, smiling with satisfaction as soon as he saw the results of his work.

" It's good." Hanum touched her partially tied hair, her husband made a beautiful hair pincher by leaving some of the hair that is still scattered on the bottom.

" Have?" put the comb down, "We're in the hospital now?"

After leaving the room, they then say goodbye to grandfather, mother, also papi who was sitting relaxed in the middle room.

" Why are you guys so neat?" asked the Sultan in surprise, he saw that the three people who were sitting on the sofa were well dressed.

" Will go to the hospital." said Ratih.

" Geez Mi, we're going to the hospital to check the pregnancy, not to picnic, the group's time."

" Whatever you say, little prick." Burhan got up, "Obviously, I want to see my great-grandson with my own eyes. And yeah .. I'll ride with you guys."

Sultan did not have time to answer, grandfather and his parents had walked first.

" Ck .. ish." The sultan continued to grumble.

" Just leave it."

" The problem is we're going to the hospital, baby."

" What's wrong?"

" What mall do you think you want."

" Oh, come on! pity that they'll have to wait." Hanum immediately wrapped her hands and flanked her husband's arm.

Along the way to the hospital, the atmosphere in the car driven by Sultan can not be separated from a small debate. He wants to listen to music, just to eliminate his boredom during driving. Just as he played a song, Burhan scolded him, told him to change the song, and it continued until the seventh song he had played. It feels like every single song title is playing is always wrong, Burhan continues to nag before getting what he wants.

" What song do you want, Cake? we're in a happy time right now, isn't it natural that I tune into romantic songs?"

" But it's ugly." Burhan murmured.

" Yes if the romantic song is like this, ah .. grandpa mah-anya just exist."

" Replace the others, the better ones" the old man said.

" Haah." let out a long sigh, "Would be replaced with thousands of song titles, still nothing good. Because according to grandfather, good songs are just songs of struggle. What you often hear during your military education and during your service." Sultan grunting.

The man begged as his grandfather continued to laugh at him, this time the answer was indeed true. Throughout Burhan's age, the man never listened to other songs besides the struggle song he often heard during his plunge into state officer. So, let alone romantic songs, any ordinary pop song, any Burhan knows.

United TNI Satya Merah Putih

Obedient to the oath of allegiance, fear God

Rela sacrifice Soul and Raga for Indonesia.

The Sultan sang the Hymne TNI song with a lot of passion and made-up tone. It was as if he was indeed a state defense soldier who was singing the song before carrying out his duties.

Making Burhan's laughter more broken, the old man's shoulders shook so hard he laughed.

" You've memorized that?" patting his grandson on the shoulder, "Your voice is not bad, you can be the lead vocal if you sing the song at the headquarters." resumed his laughter.

" How not to memorize, even though I'm not a soldier, I've been stuck with those songs ever since I was still in Mami's womb" he said, glancing towards the rearview mirror for the sake of seeing the face of his wife who was currently sitting on the passenger bench in the back.

Then he laughed after seeing Hanum who was also widened to see his behavior.

The Sultan parked his car as soon as he arrived at a large hospital located in the heart of the city. Until there, it was seen that both parents were waiting in the hospital lobby, it turns out they arrived first.

Then they immediately went to the police, Ratih had registered via online this morning. Arriving at the polystyrene, they only waited about fifteen minutes because the name Hanum was then called.

They continue to make the attention of hospital visitors to them, the article, maybe the only couple who invite and special forces, when going to check the content. Fortunately, the obstetrician who works at the hospital is a friend of Ratih High School. Be Ratih just need to persuade his friend a little to allow them all to enter the examination room.

" This is your ghost Jeng?" ask the doctor with glasses.

" Yes." Yeah."

" It's so pretty."

Hanum who was used to hearing such praise, still could not hide his face which was then flushed like a ripe tomato.

" All right, let's start, shall we?"

Doctor Ina's facial complexion returned seriously, she started asking Hanum a few things and Hanum answered her well.

After the question and answer session was over, the doctor asked Hanum to lie down on a hospital bed. While a nurse covered the lower part of Hanum's body with a blanket, slightly lifted her dress and applied gel on her stomach. And the doctor started to turn the transducer around, continuing to turn it around until he found what he was looking for.

" Look at this black dot" he said to the people gathered behind him as he looked at the monitor screen, "There are two black dots as big as a bean seed." turning to Ratih, " It's amazing that person named opa Noh, he can immediately find out the condition of your daughter-in-law when that person only checks Hanum's pulse. He could soon find out that your son-in-law is carrying twins. I got goosebumps as soon as you told me last night" she told Ratih.

" I told you that he was a famous doctor who also studied Chinese medicine. Grandpa Noh has just returned to Indonesia not long ago." explained Ratih, "Then how is the condition of the fetus?"

" The condition of both fetuses is healthy. It's just that given the condition of the mother who is quite weak, he should not do physical activity that can make him tired."

Doctor Ina was done with his tools, and they all sat back on the bench after Hanum's stomach was cleared.

" Is it possible to see the gender, Doc?" ask Burhan.

" If it can't be sir, at least if the age of the womb has reached the fourth month, we can only see the gender."

" Then, what should I do during my wife's pregnancy?" Sultan who had been silent since it was too late in happiness, finally opened his mouth.

" Of course you should keep him, in this case, Hanum's heart rate is quite weak, don't let him get tired."

" In addition, is there a food ban or something my wife is forbidden to do?"

" No, give pregnant women with foods that can meet the nutritional intake for mothers and prospective babies. I'll prescribe some vitamins and also drugs that you can redeem in the pharmaceutical section. The early trimester of pregnancy is a vulnerable time, take care of the health condition of the pregnant woman, do not stress her by making her a lot of thoughts." the doctor began to write on a small paper, "Oh yes, oh yes, I need to explain also, the hormone in pregnant women is increased, so do not be surprised if you see pregnant women who suddenly nausea, become angry, sometimes moody and their emotions are not controlled. Your job as her husband is to ensure the comfort of your wife. Don't stress her."

The sultan nodded his head, a sign that he understood the meaning of every word the doctor said to him.

They spent almost three hours in the hospital, had to wait patiently, going through every process from the beginning they came to the end they came home. Actually with the connection Burhan has which incidentally is one of the most respected people in his city, he could have accelerated the process of checking the pregnancy of his granddaughter without the need to bother waiting in line and waiting. Moreover, his obstetrician who turned out to be a friend of Ratih, they could easily get in and out of there without any obstacles. But back again, Burhan is not possible to do such a practical way, is not discipline to be a thing that is already inherent in him.

The car carrying the Sultan's parents had already left the parking lot. The sultan told his grandfather to get in the car, while he and Hanum were resting, sitting on a special bench next to the parking lot.

" Are you tired?" he took the tissue from his wife's bag, then wiped the sweat droplets that appeared on Hanum's forehead.

" Little." she replied, "More than that, I'm thirsty."

" God, I'm sorry, I forgot to give you a drink." Sultan rose up, "Wait a minute, I buy mineral water first huh? there." pointed to a crowd of street vendors who were not far from his seat.

Hanum nodded, she saw her husband running from there, and before long, the man returned with a bottle of water in his hand.

" Drink." The Sultan handed the bottle over after removing the seal and opening the lid.

" Thank you." Hanum handed over the bottle which had already been reduced by half from the body of the bottle.

" Will you rest or go home?"

The Sultan turned his gaze once his wife did not answer his question and instead continued to stare at one point. He immediately knew what Hanum was currently wanting once the center of his gaze was on a wagon in the crowd of buyers.

" Yes." - Lirih Hanum.

" Hm, you want to?"

" yes? please buy it for me, will you?"

" Alright, wait here, I'll go buy it for you." rubbed his wife's stomach before she left, "This time what's my little bean that wants it or his mother?"

" What?"

" Yes, my two little nuts." still rubbing his wife's stomach.

Then the two laughed, for some reason Sultan often suddenly acting silly lately.

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