The Hidden Love

What size are your pants?

"What are they doing?" ask Adam suddenly.

After the atmosphere in the car they had been riding in was silent, that sentence was the first to appear from Adam's lips. After finishing dinner, they decided to go home soon because time had shown at nine less than ten minutes. Of course they have to go back to the cafe first to take a car and then go home to each other.

"Why do you ask that? they have grown up, what they will do, they can certainly support it" replied the Sultan.

"Do they think they'll do it?" seloroh Raka, the man who had been sitting quietly behind him, bent his head. Stare at Adam and the Sultan.

"Based on filthy thoughts!" exclaim Adam.

"Who knows? they were both adults, and they were both in the Vienna apartment. Satan will continue to persuade Dion, and there will be a long night that will never be forgotten for two people who have long separated." Raka blinked her eyes, her fantasies began to wildly wander.

"Tan, it seems your friend is rarely in the door with his wife. He had never been so wild as to imagine something that smelled lecherous to others. And after marriage, if you hear that a man and a woman are together, the brain goes straight to it" he told the Sultan sitting next to him.

"I told you that no one knows what will happen to two people of the opposite sex when they're just the two together somewhere, he said the third party is a demon. What do you think Satan's job is? to plunge the son of man into the pit of sin. Back when the religious teacher was explaining the lesson, it seemed like you were asleep in class, huh Dam?" Raka nudged Adam's shoulder.

"If that I already knew. But can you not have a negative thought on Dion?" Adam glanced at Raka for a moment, there was a trace of regret emanating from his bead of eyes.

A regret for all this time the man had misjudged Dion.

To be honest Dion was not a bad person, he had indeed made a mistake but he was forced to do so, he said, let's say he was lost back then and everyone knew clearly who the person who caused him was contaminated with bad influences.

"I'm not thinking badly of him either, just anticipating that who knows if something like yesterday happened?" Raka said.

The man rewinded his body and took a position like before, sitting leisurely in the back seat.

The Sultan turned his head while Adam looked at Raka through the rearview mirror.

Knowing the two friends were looking at him with a clueless look made Raka finally re-open her voice.

"The incident that happened between the demon woman and Reno, we should have made it a lesson. You guys who seem to know him well are still too weak, you think, how long have they been hiding their rottenness from you?" lang Raka at length.

"Easy! if I raise my hand, I have absolutely no interest in listening to the story about the two of them." Adam showed his sour face.

"Other than me!" serami Sultan's.

Back silence.

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The sultan glanced at the circular watch on his left wrist, he was seen inhaling a deep breath then exhaling it slowly before he opened the door of his room.

Checklots.

"Just come home?" asked Hanum who was sitting sweetly on the bed while reading a fashion magazine.

"Sorry, it was a preoccupation to talk until he did not remember the time." put some paper bag that he carried on the sofa and then approached his wife. "You haven't slept?"

The man kissed Hanum's forehead once the distance between them was no longer there, leaning his body on the bed.

"Not sleepy yet" he answered briefly.

"It's already night."

Slowly the Sultan took over the magazine from his wife's hands, putting it just like that on the nightstand.

Hanum chipped when her husband grabbed her magazine, it felt like she was not willing if her husband stopped his activities this time.

"Don't you manyun that?" seductive Sultan pinched his wife's cheek.

"Why? ugly huh? wrong myself, I haven't finished reading it yet why it was captured?"

"No. You're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in this world, your beauty knows no situations and conditions so under any circumstances you're still beautiful, even when you wake up," sultan praised his wife.

"Gombal." Hanum pulled out the blanket covering his feet, about to leave.

"Seriously!" The Sultan put his wife's hand on him. "Where are you going?"

"You go downstairs and grab a snack."

"Aren't you having dinner yet?" ask Sultan.

"I've, but I'm trying to eat something."

Hanum went down the bed, looking to the right and to the left for his sandals.

Where's my sandals? it's here why isn't it here now?

Not wanting to bother, the girl continued to step her legs.

"Where are you going?"

Hanum was shocked as soon as his body soared into the air.

Seeing his wife walking barefoot makes the Sultan feel uncomfortable to make him need to do this.

"And I told you I wanted to go downstairs" protested Hanum when her husband put his body back on the bed.

"With bare feet so?" sultan asked, not happy.

"I remember that I put my slippers there." pointed to the floor. "Where is the disappearance?"

"You think your slippers can walk on their own?" mumam Sultan's. "Let me go down."

The girl held her hand over the neck of her husband who was still in a bent position.

"Why? just tell me what I have to get for you."

"Mas, fragrant."

The Sultan chuckled amusedly at the words of his wife.

"I'm not lying, I'm wondering why you still smell good when obviously you haven't had a bath and of course you've been sweating because of your activities all day outside the house" Hanum continued.

"Are you actually praising me or what?"

"Of course." Hanum rubbed his shoulders.

Cup.

The Sultan kissed his wife's lips at a glance.

"All right, so what do you want to eat? should I get you anything?" ask Sultan.

"Indeed why doesn't it seem like you want to be with me and instead want to quickly go downstairs?" ask Hanum.

The girl showed her childish nature. Her lips continued to curl with her index finger which she still used to draw abstract motifs on her husband's chest.

"It's not that." pinched Hanum's nose, squeaky. "I'm afraid I'm not strong. It will not be you who eat, even I who will eat you" replied the Sultan.

"Yes there!" Hanum let her husband rise.

"So what should I take?"

"So there's still a Choco truffle in the fridge, please get the same cassava chips in the jar."

"Want I make you pregnant women's milk?"

"No need, before Mas came home Mbok Darmi had made it for me, bring it the same water."

"Ready, dear wife."

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The Vienna apartment.

"Gosh, you got soaked like this?" vienna squealed in shock to see Dion coming out of the bathroom with a half-wet body.

"I had a little trouble fixing the crew earlier. Understandably, the world of carpentry is not my place, so I get wet like this." Dion smiling.

"When dry your body first." Vienna offered a towel. "I've made you a cup of coffee in the living room, wait there while I look for a change of clothes for you" he told Dion.

"When I can sit when my pants are wet, I'm afraid I'll wet your couch later."

"It doesn't really matter" replied Vienna.

"I'll just wait on the balcony" he said as he walked.

"It's pretty cold tonight, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold later," prevent Vienna.

"What do you think I'm a child? I won't get sick just from being hit by the night wind."

Dion continued to step forward regardless of Vienna's speech.

You stubborn! you still never change. But anyway, to me you are still the Dion I knew seven years ago.

Vienna has checked all the contents of his wardrobe, and the results are nil. There was not a single shirt he could give Dion.

You idiot! obviously I'm a woman and where might I keep men's clothes in my closet. Vienna continues to condemn his stupidity.

In the midst of the confusion that was engulfing he suddenly remembered something. He immediately walked towards his bed, picking up the cell phone he had just put there.

Her hands started skilfully opening an app, yes ..she would order clothes online. In modern times, there are many online services that make it easy for everyone to buy something without the need to leave the house.

Two minutes later, he had managed to order a shirt that he felt fit for Dion. But shortly after he was again confused when he was about to order pants for the man. He had no idea what size his pants were. Maybe if the problem of oversized shirts can still be used Dion, but what about the pants?

Instead of staying silent and not finding a way out, Vienna decided to immediately follow Dion on the balcony.

Vienna halted her steps for a moment once her feet had reached the doorway, there was a sudden sense of hesitation sneaking in her heart. What would be the shame if he asked about the size of a man's pants.

He thought for a moment, it would be too cruel if he kept seeing the man sitting there shivering in the cold, but it was the man who had helped him.

Fuck*n with shame.

The girl kept moving forward.

"In ..," he called her soft with quivering lips.

"Yes." Yeah."

"How big are your pants?" Vienna ventured to ask, she kept her head down while rem*s her shirt, holding back the embarrassment.

"What?" cry Dion.

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