The Hidden Love

Because of the buttonholes

Hanum let her husband stay in such a position for a while. It seems that the Sultan is still not willing to keep his head away from the stomach of the wife even though he feels that there is no more vibration in the stomach of Hanum.

Hanum rubbed his knees that felt stiff from standing for too long.

"Mas ...," he whined. "Well, when are we gonna keep going like this?"

"A little while."

"In a moment ... in a moment, since then you keep talking like that. I don't feel anything anymore either, Mom. Maybe our babies are at rest," Hanum chipped.

"Wait a minute, they might kick you again" the Sultan asked.

"I'm tired." annoyed, Hanum stomped his feet on the floor.

"Let's help me sit there." 

The Sultan slipped one hand on his wife's neck while the other hand he used to rest Hanum's feet.

"I can walk alone."

The girl shook her head looking at her husband's exaggerated attitude towards her.

"So you said you were tired." put Hanum's body on the long bench that was there. "I'm sorry, I'm so happy I didn't think of you being exhausted because I kept forcing you to stand up." 

After taking his position right next to his wife, the Sultan raised both of Hanum's legs and placed them on his thighs.

"What would you do?" hanum asked while blocking her husband's hand.

"You are massaging your feet" the Sultan replied. His hands began to move over Hanum's feet and gave a gentle massage there.

"You can be late to the office, later. Just go there!"

"How long does it take to massage your feet? it won't be long so just enjoy." kekeuh, Sultan continued his activities. 

"No need to Mas. I have to clean up the broken bowl immediately, it'll be very dangerous if it's not cleaned immediately."

"I'll get Pastri to clean it up, you just sit down!" tell it to the wife. "Oh yeah, by the way why did the bowl break?" 

"That ..., because I was shocked as soon as I felt something move in my stomach. At first I didn't understand but after I thought, maybe this is what it would feel like if the baby in the womb was kicking."

"That's it," said the Sultan, he thought for a moment. "Then when is your routine checkup schedule? because I was so busy with yesterday's problems I forgot when to take you to the gynecologist."

"There are still three days left" Hanum explained.

"Yes already then, I left first yes," said the Sultan. "Hm, don't wander around before the bowl shards are cleaned! I'll go downstairs and have Mbak Lastri come up to get it done." The Sultan kissed his wife.

"Yes," Hanum replied, briefly.

"Be a good wife, who always obeys all the words of the husband. Do not do physical activities that can make you tired. Call me if you want something or if there's anything important" she told Hanum.

"Yes, it's too late!" expel Hanum.

"I'm leaving."

The Sultan waved his hand and gave a long-distance kiss once he got to the door. While walking, he occasionally kissed the back of his hand, right where Hanum had kissed that part, earlier.

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Her afternoon.

Adam walked into the office of the Dinasty Group, both hands he used to carry a paper bag containing food he brought from his restaurant.

There was something different this time, if he was usually alone towards the Sultan's study, this time there was someone following in his footsteps behind. That guy, who else if not Dion. 

As usual, Adam would soon enter the room after knocking on the door.

"Did I come at the wrong time?" ask Adam, astonished.

When Adam arrived there, he saw the two people who were sitting opposite each other at their desks, still struggling with the computer screen in front of him.

"Isn't this a break?" mumbling Dion.

"Be quiet, unemployed know the busyness of a businessman." exclaimed Raka.

"You forget who sabotaged our project, first?" The Sultan glanced at Raka.  "He is a carbitan businessman, an entrepreneur who directly occupied his position without going through struggle, so how to know what the real job of a businessman is like," Sultan said.

"Do you still hold a grudge against me?" Dion stared at the Sultan's bead deeply. "Say it frankly!" 

"Yes, I still hold a grudge against you!" The sultan smiled cynically. He left his big chair then sat down on the sofa. "Lunch time, Ka." gave Raka a code to stop her work.

"Yes." Yeah." 

The four of them took their seats. Adam deftly opened one by one the food he brought. He deliberately brought a bit of a lot considering they were going to have lunch together.

"How was yesterday, did your approach go smoothly?" sultan asked Dion.

"Surprisingly, he got angry with me and told me not to see him again" Dion said as he continued to chew the food in his mouth.

"What?" 

Not only the Sultan was shocked, but also like himself, Raka and Adam to shout at the same time.

"How can you?" ask Adam not to believe.

"Of course you can, because I ...," 

Dion also recounted the incident in the Vienna apartment that night, everything he told clearly without anyone forgetting a single thing including Vienna which had accidentally informed Dion of his heart.

"Part of you anyway, the joke is not about. You think alone, if I become Vienna, even not only angry but I've beaten you," adam said as soon as Dion finished telling the story.

"Dam's oath, I have no intention of hurting his feelings. It was pure time I really wanted to work on it, I also did not know that it would end up being so chaotic at that time." 

It was obvious in Dion's eyes that implied deep regret when he said that.

"After the incident, did he call you again?" ask Adam.

Dion shook his head. "I tried to reach him but he never picked up the phone from me. I also send messages often and it's also just read without replying to any of the many messages I sent him."

"Younob! it's been given the green light but you're wasting it instead. Shit!" Raka chimed.

"What should I do now?" feeling the sudden loss of his appetite made Dion put a rough spoon on him.

"Why ask us, you yourself will live it so you must know very well what you have to do" Adam said without distracting himself from the plate in front of him.

"But I'm still confused" said Dion.

"Ask your heart, if you don't love her, it's better because by staying away from you she won't get hurt even though I know she'll be hurt for not being able to have you. And if you love him, go after him, do everything you can to make him forgive you" Adam said wisely.

"The thing is, he was so angry that he wouldn't pick up my phone. Let's not pick up the phone, just return the message he won't." 

"Bod*h! you're actually a man, aren't you? aren't you a man of events?" goda Adam's.

"What kind of man?"

"Jeez, amit-amit Dam. No, by the way" Dion snorted in annoyance.

"Yes .., maybe. Who knows if you're the real ...," 

"Enough!" cut Dion. "You better shut up than keep talking. I'm here because I want to brainstorm, I need a solution to my problem." 

"You love her?" ask Adam.

"Why ask that?" cheapskate, Dion.

"You said you wanted a solution, to provide a solution of course I have to know your heart first." 

"should?" ask Dion.

"Majib! like I said before. Pursue him if you really like him but if you don't like him, let him keep avoiding you like this."

Dion was pensive, thinking of every word Adam had that felt so deeply in his heart. At least he had to convince one thing first before he made a decision, whether he would advance, or retreat.

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At five o'clock in the afternoon.

Hanum had already gotten a message from her husband saying that the man was going home late because he had to overtime tonight.

He was neat by wearing a knee-length dress made of cotton that felt comfortable to wear by him. Tying the height of her hair, her face that was already naturally beautiful made it enough to just sweep the cushion and liptint alone. No need to make excessive makeup because that alone is enough to make it look so charming.

Along the way to her husband's office, Hanum continued to hum. She was sitting in the car driven by Mr. Dadang, her gaze was fixed on a lunchbox that she deliberately brought for her husband's dinner.

In office. 

The Sultan had just finished bathing at that time, feeling sultry with a sticky body because of this daily activity. He forgot that he did not bring a change of clothes, and in the wardrobe in his private room there was also only a shirt. Not finding a t-shirt in or the like, still fortunately there are panties and a piece of shirt that he can wear.

The Sultan came out of his room, wearing the same pants but with a clean new shirt. Feeling that he was in overtime made him dress at will. After all, only a few employees remained there, most of his men had gone home so he did not need to dress formally like early morning.

He intended to continue his work that was delayed, thirsty, he grabbed a glass that was beside his desk. 

Turns out the glass is empty, so he went to the pantry, incidentally Raka is asking for the expenditure report file this month, in the finance department.

"What do you need, sir?" mira asked kindly, as soon as she saw the Sultan coming out of her room.

"You go to the pantry."

"I'll take it, sir."

"No, I can do it myself. You just finish your job." 

After her boss died, Mira returned to work.

On the other hand, Hanum who had reached her husband's room was confused because she did not find the man there.

"Mbak Mira," she called her husband's secretary.

"Yes ma'am, what's wrong?" 

"No need to be so formal Ma'am, shame me." Hanum smiled knot. "Where is Sultan?" 

"Father is in the pantry, take a drink" he said." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, thank you." 

Hanum circulated his gaze, there were about nine people still working. Three men, the rest women.

Before long, the man she was looking for appeared. Hanum widened her eyes, her mouth gaping, in disbelief at the appearance of her husband who, ah.

"Mass ...!" she shouted as soon as she saw her husband's steps stopped because there was a woman who was not talking about what with her husband.

The Sultan was shocked, he did not expect to be back in the middle of listening to his wife's high-pitched voice again.

"Sa .. who!" call's disconnected.

"Hurry in!" 

Hanum slightly dragged her husband's body to enter her study.

The Sultan was again shocked because once they got inside, Hanum immediately locked the door and then pushed his body against the wall. 

"What's the matter, honey?" ask the Sultan who is still confused.

"This is Mas's office, what is this?" assertively Hanum while pulling her husband's shirt.

"Gosh, what do I think. It's a shirt in the wardrobe in there, honey," pointed to his private room. "I'm hot, so I take a shower."

"That's not what I want to ask."

"Want to?" The Sultan still could not catch the direction of his wife's conversation.

"Why are you dressed like this?" 

"What's wrong with this shirt? the shirt is new, clean, fragrant too."

"Why don't you button your shirt properly?" 

I don't know how many times the Sultan's body again jumped in shock when he heard his wife yell.

The Sultan's reflexes looked down, looking carefully at every part of his shirt. 

Gosh darn.

Turns out he only buttoned one shirt button, that was also on the buttonhole that is not necessarily. Be that he wears a shirt with an unequal tip, in other words, he's just as unclothed as the shirt is incapable of covering his upper body. 

"What's the point of this Mas if you don't put the buttons right? wanna show off a sexy belly? showing off your field chest, are you? outside of many female employees, Mas."

The Sultan only realized the location of his mistake once Hanum attacked him with a series of words.

He chuckled as he watched Hanum roughly put the buttons of his shirt one by one in place.

"Be careful you are! tonight you sleep outside!" 

Hearing the threat of his wife makes the Sultan goosebumps.

"Do you need to punish me that way, Yang? I was not intentional either."

"Don't look for excuses! you did this intentionally? you want to spread the charm, right?" Hanum glared, his eyes sharply probing.

"Again, honey!" 

The Sultan cupped his hands together in front of his chest, begging for forgiveness from his wife. 

A long time ago something like this didn't happen, and he could breathe a sigh of relief thinking his wife's cravings were over. In fact, he still had to feel the ferocity of the woman if she was angry.

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