The Hidden Love

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Finished cleaning himself, Sultan took his folding computer on the nightstand, he needed to check some incoming emails from Raka. The same thing he did a few days since his return to Semarang, his friend and assistant was diligent in sending him emails that must be checked by him.

He swung his steps towards the park, not wanting to disturb the wife's nap if she worked in the room.

" Where's your wife?"

Burhan asked who suddenly appeared there and sat down next to his grandson.

" Hanum was napping Kek." turned a moment later back to focus on his laptop.

Hopefully this old man won't get me to argue or talk about anything that doesn't matter.

" When are you guys home?"

Getting such a question made the Sultan look at his grandfather, his eyebrows clutched, confused.

" Grandfather is not expelling you" said the old man as if he knew what was currently on his grandson's mind, "Why don't you just stay here?"

" Hanum and I talked about it last night Kek." replied the Sultan.

" so?"

" He won't."

" Hanum said that?" burhan asked, unsure of his grandson's statement.

" I actually suggested to Hanum that he stay here, let me go back to Jakarta, alone. I can go home once a week, but Hanum still won't. She said, a wife will live where her husband is."

" But grandpa was worried, considering you're so crazy about working hours beyond the normal limits of people in general."

" Grandfather take it easy, which Sultan might abandon Hanum, Cake."

" Yes, but given her condition, she was pregnant with twins. In addition to his fairly weak condition, grandpa was worried what if something happened to him while you were at work?" said the old man was overwhelmed with anxiety.

" There's Mbok Darmi at home, cake."

" Had he been here, there would have been someone watching him twenty-four hours." his gaze laughed, "Grandfather is old, no matter how much more time God gives to grandfather, he said, grandfather just wants to pet my great-grandfather before the time comes for my death. Hoping that with Hanum here, we could all help her keep her pregnant."

" Grandfather take it easy, I will take good care of Hanum, besides there is Mbok Darmi who will always keep an eye on Hanum if the Sultan is not at home." patting gently the hand of the man who had wrinkled it, "Look, grandfather will live a long time to be able to see my children grow up."

Men of different generations also embrace each other. The two often fought like children. The relationship between the two had stiffened a few years ago, but it never dampened the affection between the two. Their relationship was even closer, the Sultan never took the heart of any rough treatment of his grandfather, towards him. Even though the old man called him with a rude call, the Sultan never took him seriously because the Sultan knew it was all done by his grandfather solely as a form of attention given to him.

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In room.

Hanum who was sleeping immediately opened his eyes upon hearing the sound of a mobile phone vibrating on the nightstand. Crawling slowly grabbed his sophisticated flat object, then a joyful smile printed clearly on his face as soon as he saw the name of the caller.

" Hello Jeng, what's wrong? tumben phone." Hanum placed a pillow behind his body so that he could lean back comfortably.

" Hanum, how long are you there?"

" What's wrong? I'm still here, so I don't know when I'll be home."

" Geez, don't dong Num for long. Bening is sick, he has had a fever for two days" Ajeng said, telling his best friend about the condition of his baby.

" Have you been taken to the doctor?" ask Hanum, panic.

" Already, but the doctor said that Bening is fine, if said Mbak Sari anyway, he said Bening kangen same you."

" Kangen?"

" Yes, anyways a week before your return to Semarang right, you also did not have time to play here. Because you're used to carrying, maybe she missed you for so long not being held with you."

" Yes, I'll ask the Sultan first."

" Wouldn't you go home long, Num?"

" Yes." Yeah."

" Thank you Num."

" Together Ajeng, take care of Bening well."

The phone connection was cut off, Hanum put his phone back on, crawling down from the top of the mattress. The worm in his stomach was already protesting for his right.

She walked through every room, looking for her husband.

" Mi." call her mother-in-law who is reading a magazine in the living room.

" Dear .. You're up." put the magazine down then patted the sofa next to it, "Sit here."

" Where is Mas Sultan, Mi?"

" Sultan was in the park, he said he wanted to check the email about the work Raka sent, he had just checked it."

" In the park?" Hanum did not think, among the many rooms in the house, why her husband chose to work in the park.

" He said he didn't want to interrupt your break."

" Hm." Hanum nodded.

" Yes there, follow him. You must be hungry, Sultan also has not had time to eat because he is waiting for you to wake up so that you can eat together, he said."

" Yes already Mi, Hanum susul mas Sultan first."

Slowly Hanum stepped into the garden, spreading his gaze as soon as he reached a large field full of flowers and some large fruit trees there.

She smiled ignorantly as she looked at the position of her husband who was sitting behind her. The man seemed to be serious about his work, then Hanum slowed down his steps. Walked quietly approaching her husband, not wanting his presence to be known by the man.

And once the distance of the two was very close, Hanum raised both of his hands, moving quickly by covering the man's eyes.

" Are you awake, baby?" he said softly, touching his wife's hand.

" Hm, cheating." The girl sneered, "I've walked so slowly that you don't know of my arrival, how do you know it's me?"

" Of course I know." pulled Hanum's body to sit on his lap, "I've often felt the caress of this hand." peeked at his wife's palm, " I also memorized the scent of your body very well, so I could immediately tell of your presence even if my eyes were closed."

" Not fun." Hanum pursed his lips.

" Don't pout that way, I'm so anxious. What if I can't hold back and eat you?" sultan said, flirting with his wife.

" Ac. .. not funny." Hanum stroked his stomach, "I'm starving."

" When you're hungry, why wait for me to wake up? why not just eat it."

" Where can I eat without you, at least I have to make sure you eat first, then I can eat" he replied, his hands agilely save some important data before turning off his laptop.

Then he led his wife's hand, guiding her to follow his steps towards the dining table.

The Sultan pulled a bench to be occupied by his wife, then opened the hood. Hanum rested, his appetite suddenly disappeared after seeing the contents of the plate on the table.

" Why?" sultan asked when he saw the look on Hanum's face changed when he saw the contents of the hood.

" It's not so."

" So she said she was hungry."

" I'm not hungry anymore."

The sultan lowered his head, drew closer to his wife's stomach, then spoke softly there.

" Father's kids are hungry? but don't want to eat what's on the table?" he said as he glanced at his wife, "Then tell me, now what do you want to eat?" stroking Hanum's stomach a few times.

Seeing the opportunity open wide before his eyes, Hanum felt he should not waste it. She would ask her husband to buy her something.

" Come on, just say it. What do you want to eat now?" The sultan repeated the question.

" What do I want?"

" Yes." Yeah."

" Are you going to buy me everything I want?" ask again, "Promise?" she said as soon as she saw her husband nod.

" Yes, just this kind of childhood, I have to promise." Sultan chuckles.

" Well then, I want to eat Tom yam" he said, quickly.

" Okay, delivery order is yes." The Sultan reached into his pants pocket and began surfing the virtual world, ordering the food his wife wanted.

While Hanum was still sitting sweetly while playing a glass, looking at her husband who was busy with his dress.

" We have to wait, hopefully not for long" said the Sultan.

" Want ribs too."

" OK." OKAY." The Sultan forms the letter O with his index finger connected to his thumb, then he is busy looking for the menu ordered by Hanum, on the screen of his mobile phone.

" Fruit soup too."

The Sultan turned his head for a moment, his eyebrows twitched together. His wife will eat all the food he ordered.

" Will your stomach hold all that?" ask Sultan.

" So he said he'd buy me anything I wanted."

" No, I'll buy it, whatever it is. I mean, can you eat all that?"

" Can."

" Alright." rubbed Hanum's head.

" Clover, pizza, tteoboki, Boba milk." Hanum spelled out some of the names of the food he wanted.

" Is there more?"

" I think it's enough." Hanum smiled ignorantly as soon as she saw her husband obey all his wishes.

They waited long enough until finally all the food Hanum ordered had been delivered by courier, with nothing lacking.

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Her night.

Sultan glanced at the wall clock perched on the wall of his room, at nine o'clock at night, he would just lay his body beside the body of Hanum who had gone first to dreamland.

After spending dinner with his extended family, he had a chance to chat with them. Except for Hanum who had entered his room immediately after the dinner was over.

In his kiss Hanum's forehead, long enough, then he wrapped his hand to hold the woman he loved very much.

Closing his eyes and resting his tired body with his daily activities. Not even he reached dreamland, he re-opened his eyes when he heard the ringing of his cellphone ringing. At first he let it go until the caller stopped the call, but soon the phone rang again.

Lazily, he grabbed his phone.

" Yes, hello." she answered slightly raising her voice volume due to being annoyed.

" Hello, Sultan. Go home to Jakarta, now." said Raka in a hurry.

" What's wrong?"

" Gawat, we're in big trouble. Anyway you have to go back to Jakarta, tonight."

" Crazy what? it's already night. Don't bother me for a little trouble."

"What do you think I want, these nights sacrifice time with my wife to do something unimportant."

" What's the problem?"

" I can't talk on the phone, the problem is very complex. You should definitely return soon."

" Night too?" sultan asked, doubtful.

" Could be, you should go home right now. I've booked you a plane ticket. There is still one scheduled flight to Jakarta in an hour. Be prepared."

Tut .. tut.

Shit! what the hell is it? why did Raka tell me to come back to Jakarta tonight. Damnit.

The Sultan kept cursing in his heart, it seemed like there was a serious problem. Raka couldn't have told her to come home these nights if there wasn't something very urgent.

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Overall I tuh 😪, already tired of thinking, tired of ticking, already got 1200k words even say not know where. Intentions want to double up, uh the first chapter script even. Be me re-type 🙈 a long time ago.

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