The Hidden Love

Not to be picked up

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the Sultan returned to the place where his wife was sitting resting. With a very charming smile, she thrust out a plastic bag containing the food Hanum wanted.

" Don't eat here, let's get in the car. I'm afraid your food will get dusted later." he said as he looked around them, sure enough, a lot of people passed by there.

If Hanum eats in the open like that, the Sultan is worried that his cleanliness is not maintained, it could be dust and dirt attached to the food.

Quickly, he woke up and then led his wife to the place where the car was parked. Ever since hearing the news of his wife's pregnancy, somehow his attitude had completely changed. Tend to be possessive and sometimes do silly things that do not make sense. Like not allowing Hanum to hold a knife, like this morning for example.

" Walking is okay" said Hanum, as soon as her husband finished putting his seatbelt on her.

" Yes all right. Then you can eat too." The Sultan opened the plastic package, gave his wife a plastic spoon, "Consider spilled yes, it looks like it's spicy."

Hanum nodded, his saliva drooling when he saw the piece of fruit with a red sauce that was so appetizing. Yes, the package contains pickled Bogor, no need to linger for Hanum began to put pieces of fruit and spicy sour sauce into his mouth.

" Is that delicious?" sultan asked, he saw that his wife was enjoying the food.

" Hm, this is so good. Combine fresh fruit pieces with the right spicy sour sauce. Especially eaten in such a cold state, very refreshing." then thrust a spoonful of pickled into the mouth of her husband, "Try."

The Sultan who was curious to taste it immediately opened his mouth, without a second thought he began to chew the food. And when the spicy sour-tasting mixture with the sour-mouthed kedondong fruit that he chewed exploded in his mouth, it made him grimace instantly.

He tried to swallow it to get into his throat, though he was many times nauseous and wanted to spit out the salt. Her eyes began to water and her cheeks flushed red, enduring the overwhelming sensation that made her unable to bear.

The Sultan pulled his car over, grabbed a bottle of water that had been reduced by half, gulped it down several times. Feeling the sensation of heat and numbness on his tongue even though he had tried to neutralize it by drinking water, but the taste had not diminished, his tongue still felt hot.

" How can you eat food like this?" ringis Sultan, "It feels really strange."

" His time? but it's good."

" But it's so spicy, where the fruit is so sour, again."

Just finished the Sultan said his sentence, Hanum immediately smothered his mouth.

" Hoek .. hoek ..."

Hanum returned nauseous, Sultan helped open the seatbelt on his wife's chest, then came down to accompany Hanum who was trying to remove fluid from his mouth. Grabbing the hair of his wife who was dilated, slightly lifting her so as not to be exposed to vomit fluid. Patting gently on Hanum's back, until the girl finished spitting out so much liquid.

The Sultan invited his wife to enter and sat her on a passenger bench. Giving a bottle to his wife who looks pale, Sultan took a tissue to wipe Hanum's lips and wipe his sweat.

" Is it still sick?" tanyanya, anxiously.

" No, just dizzy." replied Hanum, the girl leaned her head then closed her eyes.

It felt, his stomach seemed to be stirred, his head was dizzy, but it was normal. He can even enjoy the salty, as evidenced by the rest of the food that stayed a little. Yeah, even if he finally has to get back out.

" Oh yes, go to sleep. I'll wake up when I get there."

Not answering, Hanum still closed his eyes, seeing that made the Sultan feel sorry for him.

Sultan drove his car at a moderate speed, fortunately the atmosphere here is still monitored smoothly. Unlike the capital which is used to befriending with traffic jams almost on every corner of the road.

He carried his wife's body as soon as he got home, took her to the guest room because his private room was upstairs, it would be very troublesome if he had to climb the stairs.

The sultan covered Hanum's body, rubbed the girl's face, then kissed her forehead.

Close the door slowly, and now head for the kitchen to fetch some drinking water.

" Hanum's okay, right?" ratih asked, as he watched his son pass through the living room.

" Sultan took pity on her Mi." landed her ass on the soft sofa, next to her mother's.

" What's why? did something happen to her, just now?"

" He was puking again Mi, but that was when he was enjoying the fruit. He seemed to enjoy it so much Mi, and .. had not finished his meal, suddenly he was nauseous again."

" It is so when a woman is pregnant."

" Are all pregnant women like that Mi?"

" It's not all that way, son. There are women who feel nothing when pregnant young. But most of it is like what your wife is feeling right now. Nausea, vomiting, dizziness, there is a bed rest because so weak, no food can enter the stomach, because it is sensitive to some types of food."

" Sultan really doesn't have the heart of Mi, really. Early pregnancy alone has been tormented so, not to mention for the next few months. Carrying the burden of the baby in her womb wherever she goes, plus the process of giving birth that must risk her life." The Sultan was bowed in lethargy, imagining some things that worried him.

" There's more." said Ratih.

" Yes Mi, after giving birth to her baby, Hanum must breastfeed and take care of our child. It's not easy being a woman, even more so being a mother. The struggle and sacrifice of a mother is extraordinary." suddenly the Sultan hugged his mother, "I'm sorry Sultan ya Mi, all this time, I was wrong with Mami, never happy Mami with Papi, but I've been happy with him, and also grandpa. I always make Mami sad. Forgive the Sultan who has not been devoted to Mami."

" Don't say anything." said Ratih, his eyes glazed over, hugging the only treasure left. If only his youngest son were still alive, ah ... Ratih.

" I'm sorry Sultan Mi."

" There's nothing to forgive, son. For Mami, you are still the best, Mami's favorite son. The best son of this house."

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Her night.

" Gold." - Hanum, as usual, wherever she is, her husband will be busy with his laptop at certain hours, especially at this hour.

It was as if there was an automatic alarm in the man that made him always busy checking some of his work through his folding computer. And as expected, Raka sent him many emails regarding some work that is still in the development process stage.

" When do we get home?"

" why? you don't feel right here?"

" No, I'm happy to live here, it's peaceful."

" When in Jakarta, you don't feel peaceful?" Sultanwhispering.

" Not really, no matter where I live, as long as we're together, I don't have a problem. It's just, it feels lazy if you want to go home to Jakarta."

" We can go home whenever you want. If you're bored here."

" How about we stay here?"

Hanum's words successfully captured the attention of her husband, the man turned to his wife, then took off his glasses.

" Dear ..."

" Yes I know, your work cannot be stayed." Sultan had not yet finished his words, Hanum had snatched.

" It would be very troublesome if I stayed here baby, who will be watching the company later."

" It's okay, but we go home when I'm tired of it?" persuade Hanum.

" Yes, as you wish." The Sultan thought for a moment, "Hm, how about you stay here. You said you were more comfortable staying here, I could go home once a week."

" No way."

" Why?"

" The woman will go crazy with you. As long as there was only me, he dared to casually go in and out of your office and home. What if I don't exist."

" So you don't believe me?" The Sultan moved the laptop in his lap.

" It's not a matter of believing it or not, I just don't want to take any chances."

" There will be Mbok Darmi watching, besides I certainly do not give permission for him to come to the house, or to the office, later."

" It still can't be" said Hanum.

" Hhh ..." The Sultan took a long breath.

The Sultan's body was dazed backwards when suddenly Hanum had hit him, fortunately his head did not hit the headboard of the bed. The return of the embrace of the wife, then her smile grew as soon as she heard the words of his wife.

" I don't want to be far from you, so it doesn't matter if we go back to Jakarta. I can't if I haven't seen you for a long time, I'm used to sleeping and doing everyday activities with you." Hanum's great-granddaughter, buried her face in her husband's chest.

Getting such treatment from his wife, set the Sultan's passion on fire. Reflexes, grabbed by Hanum's chin, without further ado he landed a kiss there. Smoothed it slowly and full of tenderness. Sipping on his wife's red lips, a small bite, made Hanum open his mouth. Letting her husband's tongue explore every corner of her oral cavity.

Hanum sighed, the moaning sounded sexy, very sensual and made the Sultan rise. The girl held her hands around her husband's neck, she reciprocated every twist of her husband's very agile tongue dancing inside there. The breaths of the two hunted, pausing the kiss for a moment, scooping up a deep breath.

" I really want you tonight." whispered the Sultan right in his wife's ear, making the red hue on Hanum's face vivid.

The girl closed her eyes when she felt her husband's wild lips had colonized her neck. Whimpering every time her husband took a small bite there, making her masterpiece of love fill every inch of her white skin.

" Eumh .." he groaned as the husband's hand began to guerrilla over his puffed-up chest.

And her mouth was starting to be out of control, a relentless erotic mischievous sigh coming out from her charming thin lips. Getting a touch from her husband that makes her body jump, feel the pleasure that she has not felt for a long time.

The Sultan was at his peak when he threw the nightgown that his wife was wearing, he himself had finished taking off all the clothes attached to his body.

" I'm in." Yeah, let's go, start pointing his ultimate weapon at Hanum's bottom.

And when he had just entered, Hanum suddenly reacted again. The girl got up and covered her mouth again, immediately running towards the bathroom. Leaving the Sultan so surprised, how could the naughty girl do so, at a time when the desire for maleness in her was at the top.

Inevitably the Sultan followed his wife, still in a state of undress, the opening of the door of the bathroom that was not locked. Then he approached his wife, helping her massage Hanum's nape, just to relieve the nausea. He saw Hanum's innocent body, again his passion increased, especially when he saw Hanum's body that was getting fuller. His chest is so dense, his butt is more volume. Everything ... everything seems more contained and more beautiful, can crazy Sultan if it continues this way.

The two went back into the room, the Sultan sloshed Hanum's body slowly.

" How is this going?" ask Sultan.

" What?"

" My fate? this." pointed at the bottom that was still stiffening.

" I'm sorry mas." hearing the sentence from his wife, made the Sultan a little disappointed, "It seems we can't continue tonight."

" Hm .." he sighed as he picked up the clothes that were splattered on the floor, " You naughty girl, you've been making me fast for more than three weeks. Now it's my turn to ask for my ration instead you so." had gone up on the bed and lay down beside his wife, "Fasting again ..fast again." he murmured.

" I'm sorry, I actually want it, too, but it looks like your little nuts don't want to be picked up."

" Oh yes, but tomorrow can?" bujuk Sultan's.

" No promise." Hanum said, at that moment.

The Sultan also suppressed his ego, for the sake of the prospective baby, he had to hold back this time. Very uncomfortable when it has foreplay and just entered, but the game was immediately stopped.

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