The Hidden Love

Your happiness is my happiness

"You are an adult now and not a child anymore, you already have children and your responsibilities are getting bigger now with the presence of Yara. Again I warn you, do not act rashly because if something bad happens to you not only you will suffer the consequences, your child will too. You were lucky because I was still able to apply for parole so you wouldn't be detained. I don't promise I'll be able to release you back if things like that happen again. All decisions are in your hands, you just choose which path you'll take."

Dion kissed his daughter's forehead once more before she left the house.

"Wait!"

Hearing the cry made Dion who was about to open the door handle also undo his intentions. He turned his back, his gaze swept clean at one point where a woman was standing while folding both hands in front of his chest.

"Do you want to go back from the beginning if I decide to stop?" mauryn.

Dion let out a long sigh, lowered his head while closing his eyes, he felt the need to think before saying something that would change his life. Just one answer coming out of his mouth would determine his future. He's not stupid, he knows very well where Mauryn's talking is going at the moment. The girl was trying to make an offer with him.

"You mean?" finally the word he chose to serve as a shield to cover his unpreparedness to answer the question posed by Mauryn.

"If I decide to stop all this ... do you still want to come back to me and repeat everything from the beginning?" Mauryn repeated his words, trying to make Dion understand the intent of his heart.

Back, Dion could only sigh deeply. There were so many doubts in his heart, not to be denied if he felt a little happiness as soon as he heard Mauryn's words that invited him to refer back, but half-heartedly he also felt doubtful of the woman's earnestness.

"All right, forget it. Let's just say I never told you that" said Mauryn, noticing that Dion was still not ready to respond.

How could I possibly take it .. how could I take all of this for granted after all you have done to me? The wound you inflicted was so deep that it was scarred, the wound was still not even dry until now. You still keep inflicting wounds on me and suddenly you easily say that without any guilt at all.

"Go home! I want to rest." Mauryn pushed her baby carriage into the room.

Dion gasped, he who had not fully realized from his daydream kept staring at Mauryn's departure until the shadow of the woman vanished behind the wall.

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"Take your food, remember that there are currently two lives that depend on you" said Ratih to his son-in-law.

"Yes Mi," Hanum replied as he continued to chew the food in his mouth. Hopefully he doesn't bring out the food again like he already did, he thought.

After finishing dinner, they all gathered in the living room, enjoying a cup of tea while chatting.

"Tomorrow the plan Papi same Mami want to go home to Semarang," said Arya began a conversation.

"Hm ...," the Sultan glanced at the old geezer who was sipping his tea.

"You kicked me out?" hardik Burhan to his grandson, feeling intimidated by the Sultan's gaze.

"Grandfather said that, not me." The Sultan shook his shoulders.

"Basic is heading to ..," The Sultan shook his head and shifted his position as soon as he saw Burhan about to hit him with a magazine.

"I think grandpa should change my beloved calling for the better. Like a handsome boy for example, a successful businessman," Sultan smiled, raising his eyebrows. "I told you I have a name, if grandpa wants to change my nickname at least replace it with a better one than 'little slippers', please', what if that grandfather's habit couldn't go away until my children were born, what would they say if they heard his great-grandfather calling his father with such a call?" Sultan berkilah's.

"You're always good at processing words."

"Where do you think my skills come from? of course from Grandpa because I inherited the Pradipta family breed, your blood runs inside me." The smiling sultan won.

"This kid always pisses me off" Burhan said.

"Stop it! it's always like that" Arya interjected.

"Just let Pi," Train nudged her husband's shoulder.

"If they were allowed to keep fighting with their mouths like that there would never be a finish, Mi."

"Yes already," Ratih turned to face the Sultan, "Just .. tomorrow Mami both Papi want to go home and for a while Grandpa will stay here. Your grandfather is still at home here so Mami will just pick him up if your grandfather has informed Mami yes."

"It's okay Mi, Hanum is happy to have Grandpa here. If you can even Mami and Papi live here all of you, let Hanum not be lonely."

"Honey .. forgive Mami yes, because the business in Semarang can not be delayed. But Mami will try to stay here often, you don't be so sad." Ratih hugged his son-in-law.

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In the main room.

"Mas ...," call Hanum. She turned her body, shook her husband's shoulder, "Mas ...," she repeated.

"I can't sleep," he spoiled.

"Why? what do you want to eat?" sultan asked, because it is used to waking up in the middle of the night if Hanum wants something to make the Sultan think that at this time Hanum wants something to eat.

"No. .. not that."

The Sultan who was confused by his wife's intentions immediately rose from his sleep.

"What don't you mean?" he pulled out Hanum's dangling hair and tucked it behind his wife's ear.

"I don't want to eat."

"Want to?"

"I can't sleep. I've been trying to close my eyes but I still can't sleep."

The Sultan grabbed the remote lamp lying on the nightstand, pressing it until a bright light appeared instantly, after which the Sultan turned off the sleeping lights.

"So .. What do you want now?" The sultan whispered right in his wife's ear then hugged her.

"That's not what I want either." Hanum brushed off her husband's creeping hand to remove the pajamas' buttons.

"Did?" The Sultan was stunned, he looked at his wife's face.

If Hanum doesn't wake up because he wants something to eat, there's only one option, which is to get the guy to make love like the other day. But it seemed like this time his guess had gone wrong once Hanum subtly rejected his invitation, just now.

The Sultan scooped his face rough, he could not imagine what his wife wanted at the moment and it was stressful.

"Then tell me what you want?"

"Make me mocca-flavored milk, after that accompany me. We could spend the night telling stories."

"What story?" ask the Sultan who still does not understand the purpose of Hanum's conversation.

"Anything, a story about your past, your childhood, or a work problem. Obviously I want to hear your story."

"You know, I've noticed that since you're pregnant, it's often weird." The sultan pulled out the blanket covering his body and then pushed down from the bed.

"Maas ...,"

The sultan turned his back on him, "There's more than mocca-flavored milk?" tanyakanya.

"I'm sorry .. I've always bothered you."

The sultan turned his steps, unbending his intention to go down into the kitchen and approached Hanum.

"Who said you bothered me? I sincerely do it and instead I'm very happy if I can comply with all your wishes." The Sultan grabbed his wife's chin which had kept her head down, making them look at each other. "I love you, and I will do everything that makes you happy, because your happiness is my happiness too, dear."

The Sultan brought Hanum's head closer and landed a warm kiss on his wife's forehead.

"Don't keep bending your face so, there I even added anxious you know."

Hanum remained silent, not responding to her husband's remarks. Seeing this made a prank idea appear in the Sultan's head.

Surprisingly he immediately splashed Hanum's body on the mattress, followed by his body that began to rise above it. Making his hand as a crutch so as not to directly overlap the body of hanum, afraid of hurting the baby growing in the womb of his woman.

"You've awakened something I've been trying to hold back. And now, it's too late if you want to back off."

And a second later, what happened was supposed to happen between a couple who were so longing for each other.

The spoiled mischievous sigh that escaped Hanum's lips felt so tickling and aroused the man even more. Both are dissolved in activities that make both feel something that is often called the paradise of the world.

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While just across the street from the Sultan's house, parked a red car that had been there since when. Someone in it just kept staring at Sultan's room while occasionally hitting the wheel of his car, clearly glint of anger in his eyes.

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