The Hidden Love

Who is that guy

" Dear .. wake up." The Sultan rubbed his wife's cheek, trying to wake the girl up.

Slowly Hanum opened her eyes, she covered her mouth with her palm as it continued to evaporate. His eyes still felt heavy because he was holding back sleepiness, only then did he sleep for an hour.

" What's wrong?" his voice sounded hoarse.

" Sit down first. Drink." The Sultan offered a glass of warm drink to his wife.

Hanum accepted it without rejection despite the many questions on his mind. Is it possible that the man woke himself up just to drink that drink?

" But I've been drinking pregnant women's milk before I go to bed, Mas." Look at the contents of the glass.

Not the answer that Hanum got, there were even various questions that filled his head. The Sultan quickly packed his clothes and put them in his suitcase.

The man's movements looked very nimble, just seeing that Hanum already knew that her husband was in a hurry.

The sultan grabbed a pink knit sweater from the wardrobe and approached Hanum. He grabbed the glass in his wife's grasp and put it on the nightstand, but Hanum had not had time to gulp the glass in the slightest.

" Wear this, we will go home" said Sultan hurriedly while wearing a sweater on his wife's body.

" Nights like this, Mom?"

" Yes." still deftly tidying up the sweater that now covers Hanum's upper body.

" Have we not made a deal? we'll be home tomorrow afternoon." stop Hanum.

" But we have to go home tonight, baby."

The Sultan grabbed the suitcase on the bed, then thrust his hand at his wife. He took Hanum to hurry away from there.

" What's up, Mom? is there a problem?" Hanum blocked her husband's hand.

Seeing the suspicious Sultan made Hanum ask that question. Her husband would not make a sudden decision without asking her first. And again, they had also talked about their return to the Capital this afternoon. The two have agreed to return home tomorrow afternoon, the Sultan will not change his mind as soon as it is.

" Dad, is there a problem? you seem to be in a hurry, has something bad happened?" Hanum again asked a question, looking at her husband who was staring blankly.

" I'll tell you later on the plane, yeah, now we better get out of here. We don't have much time." The Sultan hooked his hand with his wife's hand, half dragging his steps forcing Hanum to follow him.

" Wait!" arya's voice rang out, Hanum's father-in-law was already standing at the door.

The Sultan's father was in the middle, in his mother's apartment and also his grandfather, a second later they had entered the Sultan's room.

" It's already night, the air is also very cold. Can't you really delay your return? at least until tomorrow morning, pity your wife." prevent Arya, the man tried to persuade his son to undo the intention of returning to Jakarta tonight as well.

The three people already know about the problems that are happening to the Sultan because once they get a phone call from Raka, the Sultan immediately tells it to those who a while ago still mingling in the middle room.

" What your dad said is true." Ratih approached his son-in-law and told him to sit on the lip of the bed, "Pity Hanum, son."

" But the Sultan also has to go home Mi, Raka says there is a problem that must be ..."

" Hey! little prick, if you want to go home, go home by yourself." Burhan snatched his grandson's words.

" What about Hanum?" sultan asked, confused.

While Hanum who still does not know what happened, just silent silence.

" You speak as if you were leaving your wife to a stranger." exclaimed Burhan, "This one lives in her parents' house, there we will take care of her. What's the importance of you acting like that?"

" You take it easy, son." this time Arya spoke up, she approached her son, patting the Sultan's shoulder gently.

" Would your wife be safe here?"

"What really happened, Mom?" seeing the situation that was starting to heat up, Hanum also ventured to ask while the old men were deliberating.

" Let's just let Mommy tell you that." Ratih rubbed Hanum's hair, then turned to look at his favorite son, "You better leave now, afraid to miss the plane later.

" But Mi .." said the Sultan, hesitating.

" Hanum is safe here, tomorrow afternoon mami take him home to Jakarta, yes." Ratih continued to try to persuade the Sultan to let his wife stay longer there.

" Now, don't think too much." Arya interjected, "Tomorrow your wife will we take you home. After all, we haven't been able to visit since you moved. Isn't it Dad?" he looked at Burhan, trying to seek help from his father to help persuade the Sultan.

" Of course, you just get everything ready." Burhan replied, "Food and service in your house, let nothing be lacking because we will stay there for a long time."

" All right." The Sultan relented, although it was hard for him to leave his wife, but there was no other way but to leave the woman he loved so much to stay here.

After all his parents' house was the safest place for Hanum at the moment, at least the Sultan would calmly leave Hanum to focus on solving some of the problems that were waiting for him in the Capital.

Stepping in doubt, the Sultan approached his wife, in the face of a beautiful face full of anxiety.

" I go first." she said, "Take good care of yourself and our future children. Don't think of anything unimportant, everything will be fine." he advised his wife, while Hanum just nodded.

With the eyes glazed Sultan grabbed his wife's body, it felt really heavy. This was the first time he had left Hanum since the two were married, it felt like he was not willing to part for a while.

The sultan repeatedly gave a friendly kiss on his wife's forehead, then somehow got the strength from which he suddenly moved to kiss Hanum's lips in front of the parents.

Making three pairs of eyes that had been found to see the beginning of the romantic scene immediately threw away face.

It took about a minute until the grandfather finally let out a voice, caught off guard at the behavior of his favorite grandson.

" Are you guys going to keep kissing?" anxious, Burhan struck his grandson with his long stick, "If you don't come home, just say it frankly, so that we can get out of here as soon as possible and you can complete the love between you." grunted, the old man walked out of the room, "My eyes that I had been purifying for a long time were stained after seeing your behavior" he said, continuing to grumble.

While the two married couples who just stopped their kisses look so awkward. Sultan rubbed his nape, he did not realize that he would do it in front of the parents.

" Have enough of his farewell show?" aryan Syndicate.

The Sultan nodded, there was still the rest of his embarrassed face there. He peeked at his wife's forehead once more before completely leaving the room.

Turning to look at his mother, "Titip Hanum ya Mi, please take care. Take care of Hanum for the Sultan, Mi." he asked.

" Yes, there's no need to talk that way, the same mom everyone here will take care of Hanum. Mommy promised."

The Sultan kissed the back of his mother's hand, alternating with Hanum doing the same to her.

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Sultan has arrived at Soekarno Hatta airport since ten minutes ago, he is currently sitting enjoying a cup of coffee in a cafe. The air in the early morning felt so cold that it pierced the bones, the Sultan rubbed his hands on the cup he was holding. His body felt a little warm when getting heat energy that was channeled through a cup containing hot coffee.

" Sorry, it's been a while?" raka said as he approached the Sultan's table.

" Just a few minutes." The Sultan took his coffee back.

" So, will I drive you home? or ..."

" What's the matter exactly?" ask the Sultan, impatiently.

" Do you feel like you don't need to take a break?"

" Don't make fun of it."

" Are you ready to listen to what I want to say?"

" Hurry up and talk!"

" We're in big trouble?"

" What?" asked the Sultan with a full glance.

" Mister Mario, suddenly that guy canceled his partnership with our company."

" Mirio sir from Hasta pusaka sentosa company?" sultan asked, replying with a nod of Raka's head, "Wouldn't the project begin the day after tomorrow? how could he change his mind at the last moment like this?"

" There's someone trying to bring you down."

" sthat mean?"

" There are people who have subtly persuaded him and devious ways to get him to cancel the cooperation agreement that was agreed with our company a few months ago."

" then?"

" You know, I've been trying desperately to meet that guy and re-discuss this matter. But ..."

" But what?"

" That guy seemed to be avoiding me, I've been to his office more than three times and his secretary always said he wasn't there. And ... I heard he's leaving for a business trip to Hong Kong tomorrow morning."

" So?"

" I know I may have let you down, but I know. How great would you be if you were negotiating with a client."

" Do you want me to see him?"

" Yes."

" So, what's the reason for deciding on this deal that we've signed, unilaterally all of a sudden?"

" They said they found a better construction company than yours."

" Who is that guy?"

" I don't know either, I've never seen that person in person. I think he's a young entrepreneur who's just in business."

" What?" Sultan surprised.

Knowing the fact that his business partners who will not carelessly cooperate with new companies that are not competent in the field of construction. Something is awkward.

" Mario, I've worked with him twice, he won't easily give up a trillion rupiah project to someone he doesn't know. Moreover, you said that the person who is currently cooperating with him is a new person."

" Because he has the full support of his father."

" Dad?"

" What company is he in?"

" Aditya Cipta Karya."

The Sultan twisted his brain, thinking hard to remember the figure with the name he had heard.

" Aditya .." said the Sultan, "There is a man named Aditya, and if my guess is correct. Then that person is ..."

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