The Hidden Love

In an elegant way

The Sultan parked his car in front of a Padang restaurant, according to his wife's wishes who said that the pregnant woman now wanted to eat Padang cuisine.

Hanum hastily entered the small-sized restaurant, she slightly dragged her husband to have the man speed up his pace.

"Slow down, baby. The food was still plentiful," the Sultan pointed to the table above which was full of containers filled with food.

"But I'm so hungry." Hanum continued dragging her husband, she spread her gaze all over the room. Almost all the tables are full of visitors.

"There, baby." The Sultan guided his wife to follow him to a table that was still empty.

"Finally there is an empty bench as well, try if for example it was full of all. We may not eat" the Sultan said.

"Who said, we can wait until we get the bench."

"Is that so?" The Sultan could hardly believe his wife's words, a lot of Padang restaurants are scattered all over the corner of the Capital but he does not know what makes Hanum insistent just want to eat at the restaurant they are coming to at this time.

"Yes, Ajeng said Padang cuisine is the most delicious here so I don't want to move places, even if it's full I'll keep waiting until I can eat."

"Well, what message do you want?"

"Rendang, pop chicken, brain goulash, fried lung, cassava leaf equal parchment plus sambalnya do not forget." Hanum spelled out some of the names of the types of food he was wanting.

"Will you be finished?"

"Of course, wouldn't Mas spend it later? you need extra energy to punish me tonight," the sultan chuckled.

"Well, what the hell can't I do for you, let's not buy all the food that's here, the restaurant can all I buy if you want." The Sultan tried to show his wife that he could also fight, even at a level far above Hanum.

The laughter of the two also broke into the room to make some visitors had a glance at them, for a moment.

A few minutes later, the table in front of Hanum was already filled with dishes containing such tempting food. Hanum's appetite increased rapidly, he began to devour his food, satisfying his desire to eat food that came from one of the cities in West Sumatra.

"Pelan-pelan just eat it," said the Sultan warned his wife, "You can order it again if it feels less, do not eat in a hurry so afraid your stomach will hurt later."

"Have eaten, don't be chatty." Hanum continued his activity, the girl then stuffed a piece of meat rendang into her mouth. "Emh .. Why does it taste so good? is it because I haven't eaten Padang cuisine in a long time?" hanum said so dramatizing like an actress who was filming a food commercial.

What did he say just now? he said I was chatty? sure enough, because of pregnancy hormones she turned into a very fierce woman. The Sultan nodded while smiling.

And as time went on near the last minute when the couple was about to finish their meal, something unexpected happened. Dion suddenly appears and sits right next to Hanum.

"Hi Baby, long time we didn't meet, I miss you so much my love," said the man without shame, his hand plucking a piece of potato parchment left on the plate.

Hanum who saw Dion's arrival was frightened, the trauma of his past re-emerged when he smelled the perfume that had burst from the man's body. The Sultan's reflexes rose from his chair and pulled Hanum's body to change positions while he himself sat opposite Dion.

"What is my fault, God? why my life never calmed down at all. Just now the female bully fly appeared by making a blind attack, and now. Jeez .. If this continues, I'm more sure that you two are indeed the perfect match, you are a couple who are close to each other" murmured Sultan.

The Sultan's eyes straightened out the face of the man before him, with flames glistening there. Really ... he feels very sick if he always has to deal with Dion. After all what kind of joke is this, why God seems very happy to bring the two together even though the Sultan has tried to avoid the man.

"You don't fear, baby, you believe in your husband, right?" said the Sultan gently while continuing to hold his wife's hand.

"Fear .. what fear?" dion's eyebrows clutched together, staring at the face of the woman who made her heart pound violently if she saw him.

The sultan had already fought with Dion, and that did not make Dion retreat at all. The man was even more interested in getting Hanum and started doing everything. That's why the Sultan felt the action was not suitable, there is another more effective way to paralyze the man's movement, in a subtle way without the need to fight and waste his energy. All the Sultan needed right now was a little brain-twisting so that he could continue attacking Dion with every word.

"Ap ... What did you say? so ... So Hanum is pregnant?" ask Dion.

"No need to be surprised so, it is natural that a married wife is pregnant? that's also the fruit of my hard work every night."

There was a slight feeling of relief in Hanum's heart, she who had been frightened this time could smile a little after hearing her husband's words that sounded very funny. The Sultan could have said that in front of his enemy at times like this, Hanum thought. She tightened her fingers even more, as if she was channeling additional energy into her husband to face Dion.

"No problem, what's wrong? now it is rife that a man gets a wife with the status of a child widow. It can be said that the phenomenon has become a trend in the millennial era like today. So if you think I'm going to back down after hearing what you said, you're wrong. You forgot the slogan 'The widow is always ahead'?" Dion smiled faintly.

"You can talk all you want, but I think .. You need to find another widow because my wife is not interested in being my servant at all."

"Currently, I will never back down. I will always try to get Hanum, until anytime because I'm sure that Hanum is my soul mate."

"Remember to get yourself checked out by a psychiatrist! because if you keep putting it off, I'm afraid your pain will get worse" the Sultan said casually.

"You should go alone, to the asylum, all of you" replied Dion.

"Prepare mentally, I fear you will be shaken when you realize that in reality you have lost before the war." The Sultan got up from his seat and grabbed his wife's arm and flanked her, inviting the girl to leave immediately. "One more thing, you should immediately wake up from your sleep so that your dream is not too high and continues to blind the eyes of your heart," the Sultan said.

They had only walked a few steps but Sultan was forced to stop his steps when he felt the movement of his wife. Feeling that something was wrong made the Sultan finally turn his head, he turned his body, looking at Hanum who was constantly glued to his place because Dion continued to block his hand.

"Take me off!" shrieking Hanum, he continued to wriggle for his hand to slip from Dion's entanglement.

"I miss you so much, baby. When we meet after all this time, why should I just let go of you without doing anything to channel my miss?"

The sultan who began to get emotional finally ran up to Dion, he blocked Dion's shirt crate.

"Never dare touch my wife!" he shouted in front of Dion, and when his hand was raised into the air about to throw his fist at the man, it was sudden ...

"Hoek .. hoek ..." Hanum closed his mouth.

The drama of pregnant women who experienced morning sickness happened again, making Sultan panic until he immediately released his hands from Dion's clothes and immediately approached his wife.

"Honey .." he said slowly.

"Hoek .. mas ak .. hoek ..." Hanum held her husband's arm. "Where's the toilet?"

"There." Dion showed me a small room right in the corner of the room. "Let me be with you" he said again.

Dion passed by the couple, about to point out where he meant to be, until the man was right in front of Hanum, surprisingly Hanum spewed out his entrails and hit Dion's body. Dion, who had not dodged himself, was surprised that it had happened so quickly, he continued to flick his partially wet shirt, looking at Hanum with a hard-to-art look.

As surprised as Dion was, Hanum did not expect it to happen at all, while the Sultan kept smiling, laughing at the incident which he thought was a pity to miss.

My son was not willing if his mother was disturbed, he returned the man's actions by making Hanum vomit him. My little bean retaliated against Dion's attack in an elegant manner. I'm proud of you, son. The Sultan kept his mouth covered because his laughter grew so tight that he shook his shoulders.

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So long ago yes dear-my dear 🥰, do not know this brain it feels can not be cooperated, can not be cooperated, somewhat reduced imagination power _____________________________________5🙏