The Hidden Love

Bodyguards

That morning, as usual, Hanum would spend almost hours in the bathroom. His stomach was still turbulent even though he felt it had drained all its contents, until a concentrated liquid came out that left a bitter sensation in his esophagus and mouth.

Hearing the noise coming from the bathroom makes the Sultan have to end his wandering in the dreamland. He slowly rose towards the direction of the source of the sound while rubbing his eyes.

"Darling ... nausea again?" his voice sounded hoarse. Grabbing a tissue next to the sink to wipe the sweat that soaked his wife's forehead.

"Hm ... This time it was different than usual."

"Eh." The Sultan stared at Hanum's almond-like eyeballs. "Is this time accompanied by pain?" tanyanya. "Which part is sick? do we need to go to the doctor?"

"No, it's just nausea, but it feels worse this morning than yesterday."

"Yes let me help you." The Sultan carried Hanum's body and led him to the bed. "You smell so good" said the Sultan, being in such a close distance allowed him to inhale the scent of Hanum's body with the refreshing smell of strawberries.

"Of course, I've had a bath, my hair is still wet, too" Hanum said as she showed me a small roll of towel wrapped around her head.

"Well, I took a shower first. I'll make milk for you and we'll go down for breakfast."

"Hm." the girl nodded.

When she saw her husband had closed the bathroom door, Hanum rose from his sleep after the Sultan had laid him on the bed.

Walk slowly towards the dressing room, open the closet and start choosing a change of clothes for him to wear. Looking at the row of clothes hanging there, the choice fell on a bright yellow mini dress with a polkadot motif. It did not take long for her to wear the shirt, now she switched to preparing her husband's work shirt. With deftly taken one stel Sultan's work clothes complete with tie and suit in matching colors, lastly he took shoes and socks.

Hanum put all her husband's needs on the bed then she sat down at the dresser to dry her hair. Not yet Hanum turned on the hair dryer when he heard his phone ring. Curiosity makes his hands immediately stretched out to reach the flat object, a smile spread on his lips as soon as he saw the name of the caller on the phone screen.

"Why Jeng? Not fussy anymore, right?" ask her as soon as the phone is connected.

"No Num, I'm calling you not talking about Bening."

"Then?"

"Sir Metha last night called me, she said kangen, wanted to make a small reunion she said, coincidentally her husband was taking a leave of absence. You have no show today?"

"There is no, at most breakfast must be to the airport to take Mami to Papi."

"So your in-laws want to go back to Semarang?" ask the teacher behind the phone.

"Yes, I happen to be able to schedule a flight in the morning so later I will take Mas Sultan to the airport."

"So you can come along, can't you?"

"Even between Mami at most I am at home do not mind, but later I try to ask permission first with Mas Sultan huh? fear of not being given permission, because of yesterday's incident ...,"

"Yes, let me know again."

"Yes, how do the others?"

"Ginar can not come because he said this afternoon he had to accompany the bride to do prewedding photos. Disha has told her husband and said she has been given the green light, just wait for your decision, want to come or not."

"Yes, later I immediately tell you I can not go yes, as soon as I say the same Mas Sultan."

"OK, see you."

Hanum put his phone back where it was.

"Solicit permission for what?"

Hanum was surprised to hear her husband's voice, not since when the man had been standing behind Hanum with a body that was only wrapped in a towel.

Hanum turned his body.

"Oh .. have you finished your bath?"

"Sir Metha, he ...,"

"He why?" sultan asked impatiently.

"Gee! I'm not done talking."

"Yes .. yes .. continue!"

"It .. she said Mr. Metha would make a small reunion, it's been a long time since we gathered, mumpung her husband is on leave he said."

"Keep you'll come?" netra brown Sultan keeps highlighting his wife's face.

It took about a minute until Hanum finally opened his mouth.

"Yes .. yes if for example Mas allows," said Hanum faltered.

"If I don't give permission?" The Sultan could see the change in Hanum's countenance when he said those words.

The man stopped his shirt buttoning activity and approached Hanum.

"The events of yesterday were really terrible for me, I have absolutely no problem if you want to travel, please. But ... I don't want that until such a bad thing happens again, I don't want to take any risks that would put you in danger." seeing Hanum lower his head, I just didn't want to, showing a disappointed look if his wish was not fulfilled, making the Sultan shake his head several times.

Then the man slightly bent his body, aligning himself with the body of his wife.

"Who will guarantee your safety if you leave?" lirih Sultan's.

Hanum shook his head slowly.

"Then there are only two options, if you really want to go with your friends, you have to choose one of the two choices I give you."

"What?"

"First choice, you must invite me to come with you, take me wherever you go." said Sultan successfully made his wife wide as if in disbelief, but responded to the usual by the Sultan.

"Second option?" ask Hanum.

"Second option, I stay in the office while you can go free wherever you want but ...," Sultan hung up his sentence and it made Hanum growled instead of playing.

"But what? talk not half-way through it."

"You can go with the two bodyguards I hired to take care of you."

"Word you Mas, you speak as if I were important. Time yes just to meet with my friends until it must be escorted by the bodyguard. It's not funny at all" Hanum said.

"Because it's not a joke, and who says you're not important? I'm offended if you say that. In my life, you're the most important thing, you're everything to me. I love you more than I love myself."

"Yes but time must wear bodyguard everything Mas," whined Hanum.

"I'm just worried about you, honey. I don't want anything bad to happen to you and our child-to-be."

"Yes but ...,"

"Now just choose, you want to go but follow my rules of the game or want to stay at home?"

Hah ... basic! it turned out that the man I married for almost two years had a stubborn streak as well.

"How's it?" asked the Sultan because he did not get an answer to his question.

While Hanum seemed to still be thinking, she shook her head several times in fear of the picture that would later occur if she really went with the escort of two bodyguards that her husband hired. Just imagining it already made Hanum feel embarrassed, especially if it really came true? but even taking her husband was impossible. What would be the reunion he imagined would be a very sweet meeting with his friends if coupled with the presence of the Sultan in their midst.

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