The Hidden Love

In dreams

Arriving at home, Sultan immediately checked his cellphone which had not been touched since. And sure enough, many incoming messages Hanum sent for him.

Glancing at the clock, it was already impossible for him to call his wife in this blind morning. Finally he chose to lay down his tired body. There is still two hours left to meet Mario, his business partner who is reported to be traveling abroad for business.

The sultan had closed his eyes, preparing to enter the dreamland, although to be honest the image of the wife's face still lay in the eye pelukan even though the two beautiful eyeballs were closed.

Drrt .. drrtt ...

Hearing the vibration of the mobile phone on the nightstand made the Sultan re-open his eyes. Sighing rough, who are the suspects who bother him at this hour.

" Mas .." The voice of the woman he loved so much appeared as soon as Sultan pressed the green icon on his phone screen, "Mum, why is it dark? oi! look at your phone, I'm doing a video call."

The Sultan was aghast, he lowered the device he had placed beside his ear.

" Not slept?" sultan said so softly, he looked at the face of his woman who now only he can see through the cellphone screen. "Are you awake?"

Hanum shook his head, "I can't sleep, I keep thinking about you."

" Where is that, didn't I tell you before I left. Don't think too much, I'm fine."

" But you didn't call me, even after you got there." on that video call Hanum could see her husband lying in his room.

" I'm sorry .. I didn't tell you for fear of disturbing your sleep." The Sultan took a short pause before continuing his words. " What about you? you all right? how's our baby?"

" Let's calm down, me and our kids are fine." Hanum looked down, trying to cover his face that was getting wet with tears, not wanting her husband to see that.

Somehow her feelings were so unpleasant, she could not sleep well, just kept thinking about her husband. Hanum could not help but cry as soon as he saw the face of the Sultan who was currently far away from him.

" Don't cry, please," said the Sultan, seeing his wife crying made him unable to hide his sadness, his eyes glazed over. " I was forced to leave you because of circumstances, there was a bit of a problem in the company. I can't stay silent because it's about the survival of many people. There are thousands of heads of families who depend on their lives to work for my company. If only I hadn't borne such a heavy burden on my shoulders, if I were still given the choice, I'd rather stay with you than stay away like this."

" Yes, if only you had only worked as an ordinary financial manager," Hanum replied, the girl pursed her lips, annoyed.

" I'm sorry .." great-granddaughter Sultan, she smiled wryly as she recalled her lies.

" For what?"

" For lying to you."

" It doesn't matter, isn't that what you're doing just to protect your property?" hanum's voice sounded sharper.

" You know very well, that's not my reason. That's all I do because ..."

" Don't want me to know that my husband is rich. Because you're afraid I'm gonna spend your fortune, aren't you?" Hanum snatched like a firecracker.

" Where there is, it's not like what's on your mind."

" So you think I'm the one who guessed wrong? if I'm wrong, it should have been the black card you gave the woman the other day, that card that should have been in my hand while the regular ATM card I was holding was, that's the card you're supposed to give the girl."

The Sultan could not dwell this time, what more reason he would give after getting military aggression from the First Lady.

" Yes already." shrieked the man.

" Yes what is it? will I end this video call?"

" Not that, baby."

" So, do you want to ask for the card, or do I ask for it from the witch?"

The Sultan was almost blown away when he heard Hanum say so, as regretfully as the girl to someone, he had never cursed or called her with an inappropriate call. And this time, it may be that the girl's stock of patience has been thinned, or even eroded away by the amount of pressure she has received from Mauryn so far.

" Answer me!" Hanum slightly raised the volume of his voice when he did not get any answers to his questions.

" That .. I ..." Sultan terbata.

" Wouldn't you?" hanum Hardik.

" It's not so."

" Yes, all right." Sultan relented.

" remember! the credit card the woman was holding, not the one in your hand, nor the one new."

We're not doing a video call to let go of each other? why even discuss credit cards. The Sultan scratched his nape.

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The Sultan squirmed his body, his bones felt escaped, it felt like there were still remnants of fatigue there. It was still fortunate that he could rest his body even if it was only an hour.

He snatched the towel and rushed to clean himself, doing everything quickly even without Hanum's help this time. When he was wearing his shirt, again he remembered his wife, usually if he took a bath, a change of clothes for him was available on the bed. Hanum will also wear a tie around his neck, preparing shoes, bags, all the man needs.

Today, all the special treatment from his wife could not be felt. Sultan then threw a rough breath. finished finishing his breakfast that feels bland, he immediately headed to Mario's house.

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" Pardon us for visiting this morning to your residence, Mr. Mario," said the Sultan.

It has been five minutes ago he who was accompanied by Raka, arrived at one of the mansions that had to be Sultan sambangi.

" No problem, I still have forty minutes before my scheduled departure," the middle-aged man invited his guests over for a drink. " By the way, you who I know have a super busy schedule, to the point of taking yourself to my house. There is something important you want to say."

" Of course sir, I still want to talk about yesterday. Why did you suddenly cancel the agreement we had agreed on together?" sultan asked as soon as he got a chance to talk, feeling he didn't have much time to mince words.

" Isn't everything clear?" Mario narrowed his eyes.

" It's not at all like you used to." The sultan smiled bitterly.

" I've told my emissary everything that came to your company the other day, Mr. Sultan."

" You're not really the kind of Mario I've known all along. You are very competent, reliable in everything and also observant. I still can't believe you're an easy person to manipulate."

" What do you mean you talk like that?" looking hard at the Sultan.

" I know there is someone who is trying to get close to you and is intending to bring me down. Looking at the background of your history that has spread in the business world that you have been working in for more than twenty years. It is impossible if in an instant you lick your own spit, cancel the signed cooperation, you are not a typical person like that" said Sultan, who was quoted as saying, he knew the truth he didn't need to pressure the man before him with such sharp words, but this time, he would do that to lure Mario.

And the Sultan could see if his business partner was getting carried away with emotions, as evidenced by the person who continued to squeeze the cup, as if to break the object. Mario would have been angry if anyone had talked bad about his reputation.

" All right." The Sultan put the empty cup to its place of origin. " Maybe indeed this time it seems like you intend to play around with new people. I'm not going to force you to re-establish cooperation with my company. Of course I must be heartened at the decision you have chosen." glanced at Raka who had been silent from the beginning in her place. " We'll excuse you first, afraid you'll be late. Thanks." The Sultan got up and saluted Mario, alternating with Raka. Then the two of them set foot out of the house.

Raka was disappointed because they came home without good news, not as usual. But this time, he himself could not do anything, seeing the Sultan had already intervened just made him feel disappointed with himself. Feeling that the performance of the day is decreasing.

When they reached the door, they were suddenly shocked by a man who had just got out of the car.

And as soon as the Sultan's jaw hardened, realizing that his suspicions were correct.

" What are you doing here?" the man who was none other than Dion. " Fear that I'm going to tear your company apart? relax, guys..this is just the beginning." Dion continued to chirp, he felt he had won because he managed to seize the mega tender project that the Sultan was aggressively defending.

" Ck .. I forgot you were a diplomat. Diplomats are good at negotiating, especially if you play words, it will be very easy for you to manipulate someone with words that come out of your foul mouth. But don't be proud first, aren't you just good at licking your tongue? you could've won as a negotiator, but about taking care of the project, I'm not sure you can do it well." The sultan smiled cynically. " I hope you'll never let me down. Let's see, the result of your hard work later."

The Sultan again swung his steps, feeling unwilling if he had to linger in the same place as the brash man, again. And just two steps away, Raka had already blocked his arm.

" So he's Aditya you mean? His son Mr Vishnu who owns the construction company Aditya Cipta Karya?" and Raka's eyes were more perfectly rounded when he saw the Sultan nod. " I didn't think of this before, that jerk guy was indeed tucked in his Aditya name, but I still didn't think that the person we were referring to was him. The world is really narrow." Raka grumbled while continuing to walk hand in hand with his friend and boss.

" Wait!" Dion exclaimed, making Sultan reflex stop his steps. " This is just the beginning, I'll do all kinds of ways to get your wife. If it destroys your company it can get me Hanum. I would gladly do so, no matter if I had to overturn the world. As long as I can live with Hanum."

" Just go ahead." The Sultan turned around and stared fixedly at Dion's face. " Do whatever makes you happy, and you can live happily with Hanum. In a dream." The Sultan turned around again then walked away from the place.

Dion stared as he clenched his hands, he did not expect the Sultan to be that calm. The goal was to divide the Sultan's mind, making his rival chaotic. That way he could easily incite the Sultan and launch his action to get what was his goal. And what had just happened before his eyes, was like a fire far from the roast. It shows absolutely no signs of success.

While from behind the door a middle-aged man was standing, watching the fierce showdown between the two men that occurred in his yard.

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I hope I am not bored with the story, my dear. 🥰🥰🥰 Thank you for all your support during this time. 🙏🙏🙏 Once again, I without you is nothing. Thank you 🙏🙏😘😘😘