The Hidden Love

Failed at the last minute

Next day.

The Sultan walked towards the dining table holding his wife's hand, he chuckled as soon as he saw the eyes of the grandfather who looked so fierce to him.

" Bad kid, always just make the parents wait, it's not polite to let the parents wait too long. I'm old too, it's not strong to hold on to hunger for too long." Burhan said, "What about living in the capital, makes you lose your manners? everywhere it's younger people who should be waiting, not the other way around."

" N*dn, ngestoaken dawuh eyang sepuh." (Well, according to what grandfather said) Sultan chipped, so upset himself to answer using the Javanese language Kromo Inggil to the grandfather. Exasperated, as the old man kept mentioning about his manners.

" Oh yeah, Dad." Arya chimed in, "It's not good to make a fuss in front of the food, pamali. Insult the giver of sustenance."

The breakfast began, they ate with wisdom without daring to say a word. Listening to Arya who spoke up, in order to divorce the dispute between her grandchild and grandfather which if left unchecked will continue.

But not so with the two, Sultan continued to advance his lips, he continued to sneer at Burhan. Her lips moved despite not making any sound at all, but Burhan could clearly see that his grandson was currently provoking his anger. Just like the Sultan, the old man kept glaring at his grandson while several times raising his eyebrows, mocking him, as if saying 'Let's duel '.

While the others could only stare at the two while shaking their heads, the two men of different generations were acting like little children fighting over toys.

After completing the ritual of filling the stomach, they also moved from their respective seats. Ratih has taken his daughter-in-law's hand, they want to enjoy the view in the garden next to the house. Arya was gone from there when she finished eating.

Now that the two people live at the dining table, Sultan is in a hurry to spend his drink, want to quickly go from there. But as soon as he stepped, his hand was already in check by his grandfather.

And immediately shouted when he found Burhan's hand twisting his earlobes very hard.

" Geez, grandpa. What's wrong with you? what's your problem exactly? why does Grandpa like to do violence to me? is that what Grandpa hates me?" he said blindly, his ears felt so hot and it felt almost severed. The old grandfather was still very powerful despite his age.

" Hey little barandal." patted the bench, told his grandson to sit back down.

" Stop calling me that! Papi painstakingly made a beautiful name for me and .. just like grandpa would play change my name." The boy obeyed his grandfather's orders, their relationship was like that. " Pity Mami, desperately gave birth to her favorite child, and this child has a name. Sultan Chandra Pradipta, son of Arya Chanda Pradipta, grandson of a psychopathic grandfather named Burhanuddin Chandra Pradipta" he said, slightly raising the volume of his voice.

Platc ...

This time Burhan's burly hand landed right above his grandson's head.

" God ..." The Sultan screamed in pain, at the rubbing of the former part of his grandfather's punch.

" What did you call me?" Burhan.

" Psychopath, why?" sultan asked without sin, "Don't grandfather have a special call for me, so do I, from now on I will call grandfather with the designation Knight psychopath." The Sultan giggled, laughing happily, as if he had won the match. Finally he has a favorite call also for his beloved grandfather.

Burhan, who was feeling bad about his grandson's actions, was about to hit the Sultan again. But this time his punch missed because the Sultan swiftly deflected his grandfather's hand when the old man raised his hand.

" Can't you, don't play violent cake? what if I have a concussion? or what if my nerves break as a result of the blow Grandpa made to me? I'm still young, I don't want to die of illness, I still want to serve my duties as a husband and a good father for my little family later."

" Have you finished your speech?" sindir Burhan, "I'm asking you to sit down not to listen to your bullshit."

" Basic grumpy." muttered the Sultan.

" What did you say?"

" No. No, Cake."

This old man was troublesome, his age was reduced, but his sense of sight and hearing was still amazingly perfect, not diminished in the slightest. His ears were still functioning properly, especially his eyes that were sharp like an eagle. Huh ... The Sultan continued to grunt, annoyed.

" All right, then say it? what's Grandpa gonna do with me? what do you want to talk about?"

" Grandfather told you to be careful."

" What?"

" Shit!" once again Burhan hit his grandson on the head.

" I told you not to hit me." cried the Sultan, he grimaced in pain, "What's my fault?"

" Can't you hold back?"

" What the hell is it about?" The Sultan touched his nape, "Talk frankly Cake."

" On that." Burhan raised his eyebrows several times.

And the Sultan's laughter broke out instantly, he was blown away at the ridiculous manner of his grandfather whom he had just seen this time.

" Bad shit!" hissing Burhan.

" After all, since when did grandfather turn out to be so odd?" sultan, he mimicked his grandfather's deed, "What is this?" raised his eyebrows a few times.

Seeing her grandson continue to laugh at her, Burhan's patience began to erode.

" Abviously grandpa if you talk, if my lips are sewn, then I will not be able to kiss Hanum, how?"

" Serious grandfather, Sultan."

Hearing his name called, giving the Sultan goosebumps, he stopped his laughter. It was rare for Burhan to mention his name, and if the old man had already mentioned his name well, it meant that their conversation would lead in a more serious direction.

Silent.

It took two minutes for Burhan to open his mouth.

" Did you do it last night with your wife?" the question was frankly, the look on his face that had been filled with wrinkles was a little tense.

" Do ... do what grandfather meant?"

" That." again, Burhan raised his eyebrows down several times.

The Sultan almost laughed as soon as he saw his grandfather return to do something ridiculous, but he immediately silenced his mouth. As much as possible held back his laughter so as not to provoke the anger of the old man before him.

" The body's relationship."

The sultan was aghast as soon as he heard the phrase coming from the mouth of the grandfather.

" You mean grandpa?"

" Did you guys do husband and wife activities last night?" ask again.

Deg.

Did this old man eavesdrop on my room last night? or maybe he was spying on me.

" I saw it."

Again the speech made by his grandfather, made the Sultan shocked.

" What are you thinking?" hardik Burhan when he saw his granddaughter's reaction, "I mean, I saw the mark of your love last night. I'm not that low to see the struggles you're having with my holy eyes" he said, knowing what the Sultan was thinking.

Burhan slightly approached his grandson, then touched the Sultan's neck and pressed him there long enough.

" it!" encouraging the Sultan, "Ck ... ck .. instead of grandfather willing to interfere in your household affairs." let out a long sigh, "It's just, Hanum was once, a miscarriage. And have you not heard for yourself what Noh said? your wife is heart weak. What if it happens again?"

" Ish, it seems like grandpa misunderstood."

" Misunderstand how? clearly I see the evidence here." back to press the Sultan's neck.

The Sultan screamed in his heart, he was so shocked that he saw a reddish purple mark clearly imprinted on the white skin of his neck. He also did not realize that last night Hanum had inscribed a sign there. Last night's events may have made Hanum so aroused that it made him unconscious of doing so.

" Ah, this." Sultan rubbed his neck, "It's not what grandfather thought."

" What do you mean? where do you get it if not from your wife?"

" This is Hanum Kek's work, naturally, she is my wife."

" What? grandpa warned you to be careful. Can't you hold back until your wife's gestational age is stronger. After her young pregnancy, she will be very vulnerable to miscarriage. Not to mention his medical history ..."

" Grandfather take it easy, it's not like what Grandpa had in mind."

" I hope so." she said, "So, did you do it or not?"

" Of course not the cake."

" Huh?" the old man's forehead was getting wrinkled.

" That night my attack failed." The sultan smiled wryly.

" What's this kid talking about." Burhan shook his head.

" Yes, last night I tried to get him, but my attack failed at the last minute. Because my little bean refused to visit me." The Sultan giggled, he then got up from his seat. " It seems that your would-be great-grandson hates me, just like grandfather, to the point that they won't let his father come to see me."

The sultan walked away leaving his grandfather alone after he finished saying his sentence. The man continued to smile as he continued to rub his neck, right at the part where his wife left a sign of love for him.

While the grandfather was still sitting on his stool, several times shaking his head, astonished to see the behavior of children today who tend to be frank in saying things that concern personal affairs.

How could he say that without the slightest embarrassment, the little rascal.