The Hidden Love

Demon woman

While focusing on driving, the Sultan kept thinking hard. Already three cake shops he came with the same results, besides where there is a cake shop that is still open at this hour. But it did not dampen his spirit, at least he had to keep trying until his own wife decided to go home if indeed the store they would come next had closed.

This was the fourth store they had visited, and just as the Sultan parked his car in the courtyard, he could see that the store employee was packing and was about to close the shop. The sultan quickly removed his seatbelt and immediately ran into the store.

"Excuse me Ma'am" he said kindly to one of the female employees cleaning the storefront.

"Good night sir, we're sorry we're closed." the woman looked at the Sultan for a moment and continued her work.

"I know Ma'am, I just want to buy the cake." pointed to the bread neatly arranged in the glass cabinet. "I've been going around looking for a pastry shop and this is the last store that's still not closed."

"But we are preparing to close the shop, sir. Didn't you see at the entrance?"

Sultan glanced at the glass door with a close label hanging there, indicating that the store will no longer serve cake purchase transactions.

"Tap .." The Sultan had not yet resumed his words, Hanum was approaching.

"Mass? long time?" Hanum flanked her husband's arm, "There's bread, right?" spread his gaze to the several glass cabinets lined up in front of him.

"Dear, that!" pointed to the bread that his wife meant that was the remaining two pieces there.

Seeing the look of the cake made Hanum's saliva appear and filled his mouth cavity.

"Sir, please pack two loaves of bread, I ask for help Ma'am." The Sultan pleaded with the woman in black in front of him.

While the woman was still staring at Sultan and Hanum alternately until she finally let out a long sigh then nodded.

Hanum continued to look at the woman's movements from walking towards the glass cabinet until she finished wrapping the two loaves.

"Please Mr." the woman handed him a plastic package containing the Sultan's order. "Looks like your wife's cravings?" ask the shopkeeper.

"Yes Mother." The sultan took out his wallet from his pants pocket, and took out a few pieces of banknotes and thrust at the woman.

"No need, sir," refused the friendly shopkeeper, making the Sultan's forehead wrinkled. "It's special for pregnant women so I give it for free to her Mama." pointed to Hanum.

"No need Ma'am, I've forced Mbak to serve me even though I know the store is closed, I don't feel good if I'm given this cake for free." The Sultan kept offering the money.

"It's okay sir, just take it."

"Thank you Ma'am," Hanum interrupted.

"It." The Sultan slipped the money in the palm of the shopkeeper's hand. "Thank you very much Ma'am, at least my son won't be upset." Sultan chuckles.

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Both of them got back into the car and Sultan immediately spurred his vehicle.

"Can't eat the bread directly in the store because it's closed. Eating here is okay, right?" sultan asked his wife.

"Hm, at least we got it." Hanum immediately opened the package enthusiastically.

The Sultan smiled as he saw his wife looking so greedy to enjoy the bread piece by piece that the first bread finally managed to get into the stomach of Hanum completely.

"Oh my goodness" Hanum came to a realization when the Sultan rubbed his head.

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot not to offer you, Mas." a smile splashed across his lips, displaying a neat row of his teeth.

"It's okay, you can spend it all."

"Really?"

"Of course, I'm not so interested in that bread."

"Yes already then. Too bad, even though this bread is very good." go back to devouring the second piece of bread.

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Hanum still continued to stare at the ceiling of his room, his gaze blank. An hour ago, they returned home and laid their bodies on the bed. The husband had fallen asleep but not Hanum. The girl continued to roll over, looking for the most comfortable position she never got despite having repeatedly changed positions. Until finally she decided to wake up, in the face of her husband's face that looks so shady and peaceful. Instantly, a rush of feeling appeared in his heart, a desire arose in the woman. And somehow get a boost from where suddenly Hanum has overstimulated her husband's body.

"Mas .." whispered spoiled right in the ear of the husband, followed by his fingers that began to creep. It was on her husband's face and slowly began to descend to the Sultan's neck and continued to spread to other parts so wildly.

"Eumh .." the Sultan said when he felt something squeezing his body, the man's eyes opened perfectly. There were no signs of drowsiness left there once he saw Hanum with a position above his body. "Sa .. baby, you ..."

The Sultan's words stopped, he felt a sweet chewy object was colonizing his lips, he himself fell silent, could not do anything because he was still not fully aware of what his wife had just done.

As the kiss on her lips warmed up, she realized that Hanum wanted the same thing. He could not remain silent, he replied that*****n was more violent and wild, than his wife.

And in the next second, what happened was supposed to happen when two children of man who love each other was stricken with the passion of love that erupted and must be completed immediately.

"Slowly Mas." Hanum grabbed her husband's hair while the Sultan was still attacking her by giving him a shower on the lower half of her body.

"It's been very slow, dear." gave a few kisses on Hanum's forehead that had been flooded with sweat.

"But why does it still hurt?" Hanum.

"Your stomach?" The Sultan paused for a moment, then continued his movement again after his wife shook her head.

"No.

"Then?"

"This." lowered her head and showed which body part she meant, making her husband chuckle.

"Mistake it ourselves, we've done it a lot but yours is still cramped," he chuckled, causing Hanum to splash a hot pinch on the man's arm.

After that, the two of them continued the hot struggle that was so exciting.

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The rest of the rest of the drizzle last night is still felt, the water dripping on the leaves, the air is also still cold even though the sunlight begins to crack in the eastern horizon.

This morning the Sultan and his wife went down the stairs with their arms hooked together and fingers joined together. With a smile that continues to grow on the lips of both of them.

They reached the dinner table first, until a few minutes later Burhan came in after the child and his daughter-in-law.

"Revelation! flies will come in if you keep opening your mouth so wide." Burhan occupied his seat, "Did you win the tender? you look so happy this morning."

"Better than winning the Kek tender?" chortled.

Making both Sultan's parents look at his son with a look of astonishment.

"What makes you so happy, son?" ask Ratih.

"Secret," replied the Sultan briefly.

"Ish, you bad boy."

And for the first time, the big family passed their breakfast accompanied by joking and joking which was thrown by the Sultan and occasionally replied by the grandfather.

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The atmosphere of the Capital was very hot that afternoon, the sunlight felt so stinging to the skin. Hanum, who had just entered her husband's office building, continued to wipe her forehead wet from the sweat that continued to pour.

She stepped her feet steadily towards her husband's room, her left hand carrying a lunch box that she deliberately brought for the Sultan's lunch. Not to forget, he also brought some cupcakes and cold drinks that he had bought earlier in a store, which was in his right hand.

Hanum had difficulty opening the door when she reached the front of her husband's office. And when the door was fully opened, she smiled cynically as she saw the woman she hated in her husband's study, for the umpteenth time.

He was still curious about my husband. Looks like I'll have to teach him a lesson this time so he stops chasing Mas Sultan.

Slowly but surely Hanum stepped out of her legs, towards the sofa where her husband was sitting with an awkward look on his face.

"Mas." Hanum placed his luggage on the table, rolled his eyes lazily as soon as he saw Mauryn had arranged lunch there first. "I'm sorry, I'm a little late because I had to stop by the cake shop to buy you your favorite cupcake." then kissed Sultan's cheek.

"No, you're not late at all. You came at the right time" the Sultan said.

My goddess of salvation has come, having learned everything.I don't know why I still can't be rude to Mauryn, to just throw her out of here though.

The three of them started lunch awkwardly, many times Hanum insinuated Mauryn, but the wall-faced girl still stayed there.

"Eat this, saute tofu asparagus oyster sauce. It's me cooking it myself." Hanum poured two spoons of the stir-fry on the rice, on the Sultan's plate.

"It's also your favorite grilled duck, you have to eat it too." won't lose, Mauryn put a piece of duck meat on the Sultan's plate. "It feels so good because I cooked it myself, I also choose duck meat with premium quality. You'll like it, eat it."

Hanum threw away his face, annoyed.

The demoness.

"I'd like to try it too Mas, bribe me?" pinta Hanum to her husband.

Without a second thought, the Sultan fed his wife.

"Sonly, it turns out you are good at cooking," Hanum said in a made-up tone, to Mauryn.

"Of course, I said that," said Mauryn, bragging.

The Sultan really did not enjoy his lunch this time, a few spoons of food did manage to get into his stomach but he did not enjoy it at all, there was no delicacy at all. Feel a different atmosphere in her room each time the two women accidentally meet there.

"Ehm, if you're here, please clean up all of you" Hanum told the annoying woman in front of him. While she was in a pampered dress leaning her head on the Sultan's shoulder, her hands continued to play her husband's tie.

There was nothing Mauryn could do but obey Hanum's orders, his hands began to move to clean the table full of scattering food scraps, it seemed like Hanum was doing it on purpose, Mauryn thought. His face looked so annoyed, yet still finished his work.

Seeing Hanum and Sultan making out in front of his eyes made Mauryn angry. Emotions had completely seeped into his soul until a sudden crazy idea popped into his head.

As Mauryn was walking from the bathroom after washing his hands, he continued to approach the Sultan and Hanum who were sitting together. And when their distance was getting closer, Mauryn accidentally dropped himself right in the lap of the Sultan. Surprised the couple.

"I'm sorry, my leg slipped" he said, tidying his hair but still in the Sultan's lap.

"It doesn't matter, didn't you accidentally?" sindir Hanum, "Let me help." Hanum helps Mauryn rise from the top of her husband's body and surprisingly, Hanum pushes Mauryn's body until she falls on the floor with her head hitting the corner of the table.

"Auw ... sick ..." Mauryn's great-grandson was spoiled with a glimmering look at the Sultan.

"Geez, how did it fall again?" Hanum pretended to help the woman get up.

And after the two stood side by side, Hanum helped wipe the woman's shirt, followed by a painful footing on Mauryn's leg. Hanum deliberately pressed stronger.

Too bad the heels I wear are only three centi high, try more than that. His feet will be hot and he will definitely have trouble walking. Hanum smiled as soon as he realized victory was on his side.

"Ah .." screeched Mauryn.

"Is your head hurting?" Hanum hugged Mauryn and rubbed Mauryn's head, acting as if to help ease the headache from Mauryn's forehead hitting the corner of the table.

And again Mauryn grimaced when he felt his head getting hotter because Hanum pulled her long hair tight.

"Based on the stealth woman, never dare you set foot again in my husband's office" Hanum said right in Mauryn's ear.

After feeling satisfied, Hanum removed his grip from Mauryn's hair, there was one more thing he had to do.

After the drama, Hanum was back on the sofa, but this time not near her husband but on the sofa that had been sat by Mauryn. He folded his legs, then grabbed the expensive bag that was lying there.

"What are you doing?"mauryn shouted when he saw Hanum start to scramble the contents of his bag.

"This." took the black credit card that the Sultan had given to Mauryn. "You're a classy woman, you'd be ashamed to be styled with someone else's money. What if rumors spread that you're a rich man's mistress? it will ruin your reputation. Don't you?"

Silent.

Mauryn was still standing in place until Hanum got up from his seat and brought the famous French fashion house's branded bag, then gave it to Mauryn violently.

"I'm going to spend some time alone with my husband so I think you're needed here again. You'd better be self-aware, go home and take care of your daughter properly."

Sultan who from the beginning just silently saw the behavior of the two women in front of him is still inexhaustible. Do the hormones of pregnant women can cause courage in a person? how could his wife be the bar-bar she is today. The Sultan knew the true events that had happened before his eyes earlier, only that he had let his wife avenge Mauryn's actions in her own way.

My wife is the greatest, shaking her head, astonished.

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