The Hidden Love

He kicked me

Hanum flicked the curtains of his room window, slightly opening the window so that fresh air could freely enter.

The sultan who was still reluctant to leave his dream realm, covered his face with his palm. Trying to banish the sunlight that was so dazzling to his eyes.

"I'm sorry I interrupted your sleep, but it's morning. It's Monday, you can be late because there's traffic jams everywhere. So, get out early." Hanum approached her husband.

"Five more minutes" replied the Sultan, raucous.

"Can't, get up or ..., quickly ...,"

"Yes well." 

The Sultan relented, he threw down the blanket that had been wrapping around his body.

"You've been perfumed, when did you take a shower? I've told you many times not to get up too early. You're pregnant so you need a lot of rest, waking up late is fine." 

The Sultan hugged his wife, put his chin on the niche of Hanum's neck and inhaled the fragrance of the woman's body whose belly began to bulge it.

"I usually wake up before five in the morning" Hanum said.

"Yes but from today's exception. I noticed you were sleep deprived, you always slept above twelve in the night and woke up at four in the morning. It's not good for your health, honey."

"Huh, do you think who bothers me every night? you're the one who made me sleep late. Did you forget, if I had gotten into my bed earlier, you would still be bothering me" Hanum said.

Chuckles, Sultan replied. "Now you're good at answering yes!" pinched slowly, the wife's nose.

"You teach me, don't tell me you forgot!" Hanum smiled cynically, insinuating her husband.

"I took a shower first." The Sultan removed both his hands from Hanum's stomach.

"I'm going downstairs to prepare breakfast for you" Hanum said.

"No need, there is already Mbok Darmi who will take care of everything. Just sit there quietly, don't go anywhere!" sultan warned his wife.

"I want to make you a drink."

"That's also not necessary for you to do, let me tell Mbok Darmi to bring breakfast to the top. We'll have breakfast on the balcony, okay?" pinta Sultan's.

"Yes already." Hanum nodded.

After the death of her husband, Hanum chose to enter the dressing room. Opening the large wardrobe that was there, his hands began to go down each shirt that hung neatly. Take out a piece of soft pink fabric with a blend of gray on the collar and the tip of his arm, then open the drawer, touch each tie rolled neatly. Choose a color that is suitable to be combined with the shirt he had taken.

Slowly Hanum began to swing his steps towards the shoe rack, he was again confused by the number of shoes lined up neatly there.

Surely those shoes were expensive, Hanum thought.

Five minutes later, he was back in the room. She had just put her luggage on the bed to coincide with her husband coming out of the bathroom.

Hanum continued to comment on the thin smile on her lips, looking at her husband who was only wrapped in a towel wrapped around the waist to the knees, displaying clearly a stomach that was like a torn bread complete with six pieces. Her half-wet hair created a droplet droplet that glittered as it fell down and was exposed to the reflection of sunlight.

Hanum had seen her husband in such a state before but somehow it felt completely different this time. Indeed, he was struck by the Sultan's appearance, the charismatic aura within the man so clearly emanated.

Realizing that his wife is currently dissolved in his daydream, making the Sultan smile ignorantly. Suddenly the idea of teasing Hanum, sprinkled in his head.

"Well, take it!" 

Hanum flinched as soon as she saw her husband giving her some tissue sheets to her. For a moment he was stunned, continuing to stare at the white sheet of paper that was still hanging in the air. Staring intently at her husband as if asking 'for what?'

"Slap your lips, your saliva is dripping." 

"What?" reflexively, Hanum wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Making the Sultan's laughter break. "You want to tease me?" 

"Your fault! looking at your husband to the extent, like never see it. I know you're so fascinated with me, don't you?" The sultan threw his smile.

"It's normal" Hanum murmured.

"lik! obviously you keep looking at me until you don't blink." 

"Where is it?" elak Hanum's.

"Still evasive, you're not good at lying." 

The Sultan was very anxious to see his wife's behavior, he pinched Hanum's cheek so fondly.

"Today it looks like I'm going home late" said the Sultan. He started wearing his shirt.

"Why? are you very busy?" 

Hanum approached, intending to help her husband put the buttons on his shirt.

"Just sit down, I can do it myself. I told you you have to rest a lot, don't work too much!" reject, smooth.

"Just help pairing clothes buttons, where can I say work anyway?" cebik Hanum's.

"Do you want my lips to be thicker because they remind you too often to always maintain your condition? don't argue!" 

Hearing her husband's words made Hanum giggle.

"What does the thickness of your lips have to do with it, Mas?" 

The girl grabbed the tie she had prepared, draping it around her husband's neck.

Not giving up, Hanum leaned over to get her husband's shoes.

"How many times should I say, just sit still! I can do everything myself, honey." The Sultan grabbed Hanum by the shoulder and guided him to sit on the lip of the bed while he sat beside the woman.

"I just want to do my job as a wife, is that wrong?" great-grandson Hanum.

Sultan gave a long sigh. "The filial of a wife is not only determined by these things, dear. According to the order of the husband also includes the form of devotion of a wife you know. I have no problem with your treatment of me because I am actually very happy. It's just, I don't want you to waste time on trivial things that can make you tired to the point of worsening your health condition."

"Taking time for the trifles you say?" Hanum repeated her husband's words.

"Not so, you misunderstood." 

The Sultan tried to give an explanation before Hanum completely misunderstood the meaning of his words earlier.

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On balcony.

Hanum gently scooped the contents of his bowl, it felt like he was very lazy to have breakfast. The shadow of a bowl of cereal with fresh milk that he had so desperately wanted, no longer arousing his taste due to the small quarrel that occurred in the room.

"Still angry?" ask Sultan.

Hanum threw his face away, and it was quite clear that his mood was still not improving.

Long enough he survived by keeping his mouth tightly locked, there was no other activity other than just him using to eat.

Looking at the contents of his empty bowl, Hanum intends to go down and retrieve it again. He also felt astonished why he still felt hungry even though he had devoured the cereal. 

A little trouble Hanum woke up from his chair, his stomach was already starting to look enlarged, moreover the size is indeed larger than the stomach of pregnant women in general considering he was carrying twins.

"Where are you going?" The Sultan put down his spoon.

Still angry, Hanum had no intention of answering her husband's questions.

"Tell me if you need anything, just let me get down." 

The Sultan pushed his chair and walked after Hanum.

Not until the Sultan reached out to his wife.

Prong ...

The bowl in Hanum's grasp fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.

"Darling!" pekik Sultan was shocked.

The man immediately rushed over and hugged his wife's body.

"You're okay? how did that bowl fall? you're not hurt, are you?" sultan asked, panicking.

Hanum is still glued.

"Honey .. don't just shut up! you're scaring me." 

"Mas ...," said Hanum.

"Yes, what's wrong?" 

Hanum glanced down, his mouth shaking but he was unable to say a word. 

The Sultan felt his wife's fingers tremble violently when the palm of the girl's hand he used to hold her hand. His chest cavity was still filled with anxiety, especially when Hanum led his hand and placed it right on top of that distended stomach.

"Does your stomach hurt?" The sultan panicked.

Hanum.

"Then why? what are you feeling? say quickly! don't make me worry."

"In .. she." Hanum.

"He who?" ask the Sultan who still does not understand what caused the change in Hanum's attitude.

"He kicked me, Mas." Hanum paused for a moment of his speech, swallowing his saliva with great difficulty. "Your little boy just kicked me."

"What?" 

Sultan was so surprised, the eyes of worry that had ruled his eyeballs had now turned into a twinkle of happiness that was difficult to define.

Hanum nodded. "I can feel it when our baby kicked in my stomach."

"Oh my God." 

The sultan knelt down, he turned his head towards Hanum's stomach.

"Here!" Hanum slightly shifted her husband's head towards the point where she felt a strong enough vibration, just now.

"Huh." The sultan smothered his mouth, his earlobe closer as soon as he felt his wife's stomach tremble.

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