The Hidden Love

Korean garlic bread

Sultan ran small from the car garage to the terrace of his house, his whole body felt soft. Sleeping comfortably on his soft mattress with nothing to disturb had been on his mind ever since the man walked out of his office building. The suit that since morning wrapped his body has been separated and attached to his elbow, the button of the top shirt has also been released with a tie that has loosened.

"You just got home?" Burhan reprimanded his grandson as soon as the Sultan reached the central room.

"Gosh, grandpa." The Sultan ran over, hitting the old man sitting down and enjoying a cup of tea.

"Geez this boy." pushed the Sultan's body, "See this, the tea spilled right? so wet all."

" I'm sorry" the Sultan chirped as he let go of his embrace. "Why is Grandpa here?" sultan asked with a smile that kept on slanting on his lips.

"Bad brat! you mind if I'm here?" hardik Burhan's.

"It's not so, Cake. Mami said you guys were just leaving this afternoon, so I thought you guys weren't there yet. I'm of course happy, I'm so happy to be able to hang out with you." hugged his grandfather's body again.

"Here you go, go to your room. Poor Hanum, he misses you so much."

"Alright, I can't wait to see it either. I missed him a lot, too, Cake." Woke up from his seat and hurried to the steps.

"Be aware that you intend to complete your longing by endangering my great-grandson." threatened Burhan.

"Enough God and we alone know what's going to happen next cake." The sultan chuckled, continuing his steps down the stairs.

"What's wrong with that kid, Dad?" muttered Arya who just came out of her room with her wife.

"Your little rascal was so happy to know we got here earlier than he thought." Burhan replied while shaking his head.

"Geez, why get wet like this, Dad? The floor is also ..." Practice seeing brownish water pooling on the floor.

"It's all because of your favorite kid, you think you did all this?"

"Well, I'll help you change clothes." Ratih had already wrapped his hands around his father-in-law's arm.

"No need, I can do it myself. You go back, ask someone to clean the floor. It would be dangerous if someone slipped."

"Yes already then.

Ratih walked to the back room, asking Lastri to immediately clean the floor.

Meanwhile in the room.

"Darling ..." The Sultan called his wife as soon as he got to the room.

The Sultan walked over to his bed, but he did not see Hanum there. Instantly he circulated his gaze, looking for the whereabouts of the woman he so longed for. Just now he was about to step foot towards the balcony but he heard a noise from inside the bathroom. Make Sultan twist his body and immediately go in there because the bathroom door is not closed.

"Honey," he called softly when he saw his wife slouching in front of the sink.

"Hoek .. hoek ..." Hanum looked painstakingly draining liquid from his mouth.

"You vomit again?" Sultan patted his wife's back gently.

"Hm." Hanum grabbed a tissue to wipe his lips. "Have you come home?"

"Just now." The Sultan grabbed a tissue to wipe the sweat on his wife's forehead. "Let me help you into the room." tucked her hand in Hanum's nape and knee and carried her to the bed.

"Rest yes," he ordered Hanum. "I'm gonna take a shower first. We eat together."

When the Sultan wanted to get up from there to clean up, Hanum grabbed her husband's hand. Pulling the man's body to turn around and then drowning his face in her husband's chest.

The Sultan smiled at the spoiled behavior of his wife, enjoying the warm embrace while rubbing Hanum's hair. Gives Hanum a chance to let go of her deep yearning. Long enough the Sultan let his body in the hug until the Sultan felt so hot but there was no sign that the wife would break away. In fact, Hanum's hands even more tightly coiled around her husband's waist.

"How about now you let go of this hug first? let me take a shower and then we can go on again, later."

Hanum let go of his hand, "Yes it's there," his mouthpiece was poked with pursed lips.

"It won't take long, there's no need to get angry that way." pinched his wife's pointed nose in a fit of anxiety.

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The night after dinner together, the extended family gathered in the living room.

"What about the problems at the office?" Arya started the conversation.

"Everything goes well Pi, the office situation is conducive, smooth, safe and in control."

"Good, I think it's going to get hotter."

"Maybe your talent is not in the military, but in business. Grandfather is completely inexhaustible, all the men in our family lineage, all of them will become great army officers. Look at your Papi's high rank, then your late sister? my grandfather was also a general. No man in the Pradipta family became a businessman. Seeing you managed to build your own business that was pioneered from zero to develop rapidly into one of the giant construction companies in Indonesia, making grandfather proud of you. Especially when your business began to penetrate in other fields, maybe it has become a natural talent that you have since birth. No matter not succeeding in being an officer, seeing you succeed in the business world is already very proud." Burhan grabbed his cup, he needed to wet his dry throat after making a long speech in front of his grandchildren.

"Now just say that." muttered the Sultan.

"What did you say?" Burhan.

Sultan forgot that his grandfather still had good hearing even though he was no longer young. And now he was caught grumbling to the grandfather.

"What else can I say? did grandpa forget? grandfather even had time to give me a whip sentence when I was caught choosing to go to business school rather than enter the military academy." he was upset, but realized he was too talkative, so he was too talkative, The Sultan immediately shut his mouth. Especially when he saw Hanum who was eating fruit suddenly stopped his activities.

God, I didn't realize I was talking so much myself. Since when did it become so chatty like this. The Sultan lowered his head.

"I'm sorry" he said, holding his grandfather's hand.

"Why apologize, should grandfather apologize to you. In the past, grandfather should not oppose your desire to reach your goals. Grandpa should be able to be honored to accept it even though the path you take is opposite to what grandfather chose."

"Have it, don't discuss the matter anymore." the two hugged.

And that night they filled in and kept talking until eleven o'clock. Burhan was still eager to continue their conversation if only Ratih did not remind the man to rest, all this time he was in charge of maintaining the health of his father-in-law.

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After brushing her teeth, Hanum immediately threw herself on the bed, opening the blanket that wrapped her husband's body to make the two huddle together.

"Honey ... tumben you immediately sleep?" asked the Sultan, who was surprised to see his wife go to bed after cleaning herself, usually after coming out of the bathroom, Hanum would sit first in front of the dressing table to apply some skincare for the night.

"Hm."

"Lazy," he answered briefly.

"Then? want to go to sleep or what?" sultan asked with a naughty glance in his eyes.

"I was sleepy, going to sleep but in the hug." her great-grandson was spoiled, Hanum rubbed her face right on her husband's chest.

"Yes ... when you go to sleep?"

"What do you want, man?"

"We just met after a day and a night apart, I'm still missing. Don't you want to do something to cure my longing?"

"Aren't we meeting now? we even sleep in the same bed hugging each other like this. What else do you want?"

"I want more than just cuddling like this." Sultans.

"Whatever you want, I'm sleepy and obviously I'm going to sleep." Hanum turned to her husband.

"Darling .. Come on, you don't understand what I mean."

"Ish, tomorrow, I'm tired. My sleeping hours have been reduced since your return here, because I keep thinking about you, I can't even sleep."

"Yes that's it." The sultan corrected his blanket, preparing to close his eyes.

And not yet he reached the dreamland, Sultan was already made shocked when his wife suddenly got up and ran to the bathroom. Soon she heard a distinctive sound when a pregnant woman was vomiting.

Damn it, I have been told to fast, the turn to break the fast should not be. Uh, just want to sleep already have to experience drama like this again. It's nothing, if I keep staring at my beautiful wife's face I'm afraid I can't control myself. What if I can't hold her back and then rape her? jeez, it would be very funny if it came to the news with the viral topic 'A husband who could not afford to rape his wife in a young pregnant state'. The Sultan then shook his head, imagining it alone gave him goosebumps.

He grabbed his blanket and rushed after his wife.

"Still nauseous?" he asked when Hanum was already standing straight with the tissue in his hand, the girl's breath gasped.

Sultan was surprised because as fast as lightning Hanum had embraced his body, before long there was a sound of crying.

"Why crying? is anyone sick?" tanyanya patted gently on Hanum's back and replied with a headband. "Why are you crying? just tell me if anyone is sick. Have you taken your vitamins and medicine?" again, Hanum did not answer with a voice coming out of his mouth but through a nod.

"Well, we'd better go to the room first."

The Sultan held his wife's limp, slowly laying Hanum's body on the bed with great care. As if he didn't want to hurt his wife's body.

While Hanum was sobbing, and hearing the sound of his wife's cries made the Sultan confused, he himself did not know what caused his wife to cry.

"Darling, don't worry me. If no one is sick, what makes you cry?"

Hanum's cry became even more, clear circles continued to flow down his cheeks.

"Darling ..." The sultan moved to clutch his wife's body, there was nothing he could do at this time but give her a hug that he felt it would be very effective to be able to ease Hanum's cries. "Stop crying, you're scaring me. What the hell is it? tell me."

"I'm fine," he said.

"Why are you crying? you're scaring me."

"I'm just upset." Hanum broke away, rubbing his wet face rough.

"My player?" The Sultan pointed to himself.

"Didn't you?"

"Then?"

"That's for a second, I'm so hungry. I was hungry but could not eat comfortably. Every time I smell rice I'm gonna get nauseous, and when I can eat any other food, it's gonna end up coming back because I always spit it out."

"Oh ..." The Sultan nodded his head when he learned what made his wife cry.

"Just oh ..." Hanum bent his face.

"Then you want me how? I don't know what to do?"

"At least ask me what food I want to eat, or what I can do. So it sounds better, instead of answering 'oh' casually."

"All right, I'm sorry. I haven't told you often. Tell me you want something, whatever it is, food, drink, everything. Whatever it is .." insisted the Sultan.

"But I would also like to get a little more attention from you. I don't want it to always be me who tells you if you want something, I want you to take the initiative to ask first about what I want, what I need, what I need, and also what I'm feeling."

All right, so this seems to be what mood swing means in pregnant women. Temporarily angry, a little crying. Sometimes it also looks very happy and a moment later can suddenly cry hysterically as if so hurt. Rightly said Raka, facing a pregnant woman, is scarier than seeing a third world war.

"Maos ..."

And the Sultan's body jumped when he heard the screams of his wife, he who had daydreamed again to get full consciousness when he heard the voice of Hanum is very shrill.

"Dear, what's wrong?" he still sounds soft.

"Why dream?" still with a high tone while shaking the waist.

"So, my dear wife ... how do you feel? or want to eat something? let me buy it."

Wait ... What time is it? what if he asks for something unnatural at this hour.

"I want to eat Korean garlic bread" said Hanum loudly mentioning the name of the food he currently wanted.

"No problem, wait a minute. I'll go to buy it, especially for my beloved wife."

"I want to eat it right in its place." again, Hanum expressed his wish.

"All right, I'll get you your jacket first."

The Sultan went inside the dressing room and took a thick jacket for his wife.

Korean garlic bread yes ... about where the cake shop that sells it and is still open at this hour. The sultan continued to bathe while wearing the jacket he had taken, on Hanum's body.

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