The Hidden Love

Parking lot

"If you dress like this then what's the point of buttoning this shirt huh? same thing with you*ng, Mom. Want me to unplug all your shirt buttons, will you?"

"Don't!" sultan said with a glare.

"Part of the office, how could you dress like this, Mas ... Mas. You should be able to tell which office, which house."

"Geez, listen to my explanation first." The Sultan grabbed his wife's shoulder. "So, today the weather is very hot, because of the excitement that I took a shower. Because it's overtime so I don't think it's necessary to dress as formally as usual, I'm also ..., anyway ...,"

"Don't mean you can dress like this, right?"

"Yes, that's where my mistake was. Stupidly I only put one button on my shirt and it was attached to an undue hole. My shirt button got lost in the hole above it, so ...,"

"You're just like you're not dressed aka late ...,"

"Yes well, I'm sorry," cut the Sultan.

Hanum still did not release his snare from the husband, not satisfied it feels like he interrogated the Sultan and suddenly Raka appeared.

"Gosh," screech. "I'm sorry I interrupted your time, I didn't know your wife was coming." 

Raka who was used to entering without knocking on the door first, felt awkward when she saw the husband and wife in a very close position as if she was about to kiss.

During this time the Sultan had indeed considered him more than an assistant, that was why he received special treatment from the Sultan. Little things that the Sultan said were not important, such as knocking on the door before entering, for example, did not apply to Raka.

"It's not all that you have in mind, brother," said Hanum. "Just go inside, I'll wait there." pointed at the sofa then sat there. "I won't bother you, seriously," he promised the two men who were still looking at each other.

"All right then." Raka relented, she undoes her intention to get out of the room and then turns her body.

"Have you checked all these reports?" sultan asked as the two sat face to face at the desk.

"Yes." Yeah."

"There's a mistake?" again, the Sultan asked.

"Perfect, nothing is wrong" Raka said.

"All right, so I'll just sign." The Sultan took the pen on the table, preparing to put his signature on the pile of paper in front of him.

"Is that how trusting you are in me?" seloroh Raka, saw the Sultan who only saw the document at a glance before signing it.

"I've read it," the Sultan murmured, his hand beginning to move on the paper.

"You're just skimming, could I cheat on you, commit corruption, embezzle corporate funds for my personal needs?" said Raka on the seasoning with fiery eyes.

"Curtain! just do it if you can. I'm not easy to fool. I do trust you a lot but I keep reading everything first before I give my autograph on a document" the Sultan replied.

"Where can you check the documents in such a short time?" search Raka.

"You forgot how much my GPA was when I graduated college? My IQ is also far above average, I got up from first grade straight to third grade at once, first time High School. I can complete even the most difficult math task in less than a minute. The charter that I get when I enter the international level competition, I always become the first champion in every race held," said Sultan boasting.

"Yes .. Yeah, I forgot that you're so smart. You almost master all kinds of subjects, no wonder if your company is growing rapidly and then spread its wings in other fields," said Raka. 

The Sultan smiled victorious, continuing his work. 

"You are indeed great at everything" Raka continued, making the Sultan look back at him. "To the extent that I can't find where you lack, but suddenly I remember one thing. You're stupid, so stupid!"

"What?" The Sultan raised the volume of his voice.

"If you're not stupid, right now it's probably between the three of us, your son is the biggest and you probably already have a lot of kids."

Hanum who heard the noise coming from the two men at his desk turned his head, he put down the business magazine that he had read earlier. He sharpened his sense of hearing in order to hear what the two men were struggling with.

"You're an expert in all fields, but you're so stupid about romance," 

The words thrown by Raka sounded very spicy in the man's ear, for a moment the Sultan stopped his activities, again put the pen on the table.

"It's cheating on his name! why talk about love in the middle of work? we can't mix personal business with work!" serami Sultan's.

"The turn has been like this still hasn't admitted defeat," Raka throttled. 

"That's because you cheated!" sergeant Sultan.

Hanum shook his head, inexhaustible with the attitude of the adult man in front of him who was acting childishly.

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Dion rubbed his arm, driving away the wind blowing violently caressing his skin that was only wrapped in the shirt he was wearing. 

It felt so cold tonight, knowing he would feel cold, Dion regretted taking off his suit and leaving it in the car.

It had been more than half an hour for Dion to sit there, waiting for Vienna, who had not yet left the room, when the woman's practice hours had ended an hour ago.

I don't know what Vienna is doing in the room, it looks like she feels right inside. And after a day of struggling with patients, is not rest in a comfortable bed the most pleasant thing that the woman needs right now? so thought Dion.

Dion was knocked away as soon as he heard the door open and Vienna shortly came out of it.

"Vienna," she called.

For a moment Vienna was fixated, the man's eyes seemed to take him to another dimension. He was in a garden with a large flower. Imagine Dion wearing a suit with corsage flowers on his chest, while he stands in a long-tailed white dress, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Vienna" repeated Dion calling out to the woman with a tired but still beautiful face, who was currently standing frozen.

Vienna was aghast, his daydreams caved in immediately upon hearing his name re-named.

He walked quickly away from the place once his consciousness had fully returned, ignoring Dion who ran in pursuit while continuing to call out to him.

As soon as he reached the parking lot, Dion reached the girl's hand, pushing Vienna's body into the car.

"Take me off!" Vienna's revolt.

Being in a very close position like that makes the heartbeat of Vienna irregular. No matter how hard he tried to escape from Dion's confinement that locked his movement, still could not because of his strength if far from the man.

"I'll never let you go before I get what I want."

"What do you want from me? quickly say, I don't have much time" said Vienna.

"Let's spend some time together, there's something I want to talk to you about." 

"Please follow me, this time!" said Dion in a high tone.

"No way!" 

"Well, I'll keep talking even if you won't listen to me."

"Take me off, Dion! my hand hurts." 

As vigorously as Vienna pushed Dion's body but it meant nothing because Dion's body remained in position, the man did not move in the slightest.

"I'll make you listen to my explanation, be it willingly, or even if I have to force you!" 

"Dion, loose!" 

It feels like Vienna's body is limp helpless, its power drained but fruitless. Dion is in control of himself. The situation there that had been quiet because the night had been late made Vienna could not do anything. Maybe it will be different if there are many people passing by who he can ask for help.

Vienna was still trying to rebel with the remnants of her strength until then she felt something chewy and wet stuck to her lips, making her body stiffen instantly. 

Unable to accept Dion's treatment of him, Vienna pushed Dion's body, this time successfully because Dion had retreated several steps.

He couldn't control himself until he slapped Dion's cheek so hard. It makes a sound that is quite loud and echoed in the middle of the quiet atmosphere created there.

Dion took another step back, and he did not expect to get a slap from Vienna. While holding his cheek that feels pain, he is seen as attached to the face of the girl.

Surprised, Viennese eyes continued on the hand he had used to slap Dion. He himself did not realize why he had come to act that far, he was really very sorry. This was not what he wanted but how else, everything just happened so quickly.

"Slap me again if it makes you forgive me" Dion said.

"Ma .. I'm sorry, ak .. I don't ...," 

"It's okay, maybe it's worth it, in return for what I did to you the other day" said Dion, smiling wryly.

"For God's sake, I have absolutely no intention of slapping you." 

Dion was shocked to see Vienna continue to hit his right hand, the hand he had used to touch Dion's cheek. Not a soft touch that came from a sincere heart, instead, he threw a punch that could hurt the cheek of the man, Vienna sure Dion's heart was just as hurt.

"What are you doing? stopit!" prevent Dion when Vienna is still beating his own hands.

"I've made a terrible mistake, I shouldn't have slapped you" Vienna said.

"No, no! you're not wrong at all so don't hurt yourself!" 

Dion again blocked Vienna's hand, re-locking the girl's movements, just as before.

Silent.

The two face each other, Dion can clearly see the clear fluid that pooled in both eyes of Vienna. The girl's lips quivered as if she was about to say a word but never came out of the sentence from the thin lips that were swept by the peach color lipstick.

Still with the same position, Dion was getting mad with lips that had stolen his attention. Just as the girl opened her lips slightly, intending to say something, Dion again landed her lips there.

Vienna wide, her eyes perfectly rounded. It felt like he was rebelling again but Dion's hand was still used to block both hands. 

Slowly the hand of Vienna loosened, the girl closed her eyes, beginning to enjoy every touch of Dion that felt so soft. Feeling that there was no resistance from Vienna made Dion increasingly unable to control himself. He continued squeezing Viennese body, his hands began to infiltrate the back of the girl's neck to ease her way. Giving a small bite so that Vienna gives him access to be able to explore the entire oral cavity of the woman freely.

A hot atmosphere surrounded the two, the interlocking tongue-tie broke the silence amid the cold of the night in the quiet parking lot.

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Next morning.

Unlike usual, this morning Hanum was still wearing her sleeping pajamas. Laziness still sat quietly on the sofa while watching her husband change clothes.

Since the incident last night, he still kept his mouth shut, there was absolutely no conversation going on between them even though often the Sultan first tried to open his voice.

Occasionally there was a small arch on Hanum's lips, his gaze fixed on her husband until now the man had finished with his activities. 

In the heart of Hanum continued to praise her husband, the height that fit added with the proportional body shape is still supported by a stunning appearance. It feels that her husband's good looks never decrease, even more days increase only.

"I'm done, you want me to call Mbok Darmi to bring breakfast to the balcony again?" sultan asked his wife.

Hanum answered her husband's question through a nod of the head.

Five minutes later.

The couple was already on the balcony next to their room. There was the chirping of birds that were mutually unpretentious accompanying the breakfast of the two.

"Do I need to have your breakfast replaced with cereal? I saw you eating voraciously yesterday" said the Sultan, who saw Hanum just churning out his plate of fried rice.

"No need, I asked Mbok Darmi to make Javanese fried rice for me" Hanum said.

"Then why from earlier was just stirred up continuously? it's not good?"

"His son," replied Hanum indifferently.

"Then, spend it!"

They continued eating the next morning, the contents of the Sultan's plate only halved as soon as he heard his phone ring aloud.

For a moment he was stunned, looking at the name on his phone screen and then turned to look at Hanum.

"Who is Mas?" ask Hanum.

"I'll lift you up soon!"

Hanum looked at the back of her husband who was walking towards the barrier.

Whose phone call made him walk away from me as if I didn't want his conversation to be heard. Inner Hanum.

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