The Hidden Love

Don't be naughty

"Woi! we're not done talking, don't just leave!" Adam shouted at Dion who started to lift his legs from there.

"Don't you say I have to work hard to make Vienna my queen?" sahut Dion walked without looking at him.

"Curtain! the empress? since when did he become so?" cibir Sultan's.

"Do you really not know that she turned out to be like that after being contaminated with your bacteria."

The Sultan chuckled at the words of his friend. 

"And did you forget who I contracted the bucin virus from? of course from you," fierce Sultan.

Adam gawking, is not he who was trying to attack the Sultan then why is he now being attacked?

"Alright, fellow bucins are forbidden from attacking each other." 

The laughter of the two broke, their minds began to wander, remembering the figure of the mooring of their hearts.

Suddenly Adam's laughter faded, his countenance turning more serious.

"What's wrong?" sultan was so aware of the change in his friend.

"I heard that Alma has officially filed for divorce in court" he said in a serious tone.

"You see how else, his heart must have been broken when he learned of the bitter reality that Reno had hidden. For more than a year the man deceived him, we as his friend felt so betrayed what about him as his wife?" The Sultan chimed in, his gaze staring far away. 

The memory of the man returned to the time when they were both still sitting in college. That time was probably the golden peak time throughout their friendship. The time when they share feelings, the closeness that is established makes them honest and open to each other. There was never a single thing hidden between them.

The Sultan shook his head slowly, realizing the fact that it turns out that the length of a relationship is not a guarantee that we know the whole person. In fact, he and Adam are still fooled, actually those who are too innocent or Reno who is too good to hide his rottenness? 

Sultan rubbed his face, trying to forget what Reno had done to him. The betrayal the man committed against him was already over the line when Reno decided to help Mauryn and hurt Hanum, the woman he loved so much.

"I heard that none of his family would help him. Let alone extending help, to meet him in prison, no one would be willing. He has been removed from his list of big family names. There was no hope for him anymore, Reno had really been banished," Adam said, breaking the Sultan's daydream.

The sultan put his hair back once his consciousness had returned.

"What will be the fate of his son if he has to grow up without the affection of a father,"

It is sad, that is what the Sultan can feel when he speaks so.

"The child will not lack affection because Alma's extended family and her in-laws agreed to raise the child together."

"It would have been different had he gotten the love directly from his father" the Sultan said.

"What can one expect from a bad father like him?" Adam smiled wryly.

Silent.

"Then what about Yara?" suddenly the Sultan remembered the little daughter of Dion and Mauryn.

"Dion had already vacated Mauryn's house, telling Yara's housekeeper and nanny to move into her house."

"Why does one of us always have problems? when can we live quietly?" sultan sounded desperate.

"Don't talk like you've lost your trust. There are life givers who are fully in power and in control of our lives. Whatever happens, believe me everything's gonna be okay."

"It feels very sad to see my life is much different from the lives of others, their lives are much quieter" continued Sultan.

"And never compare your life to the lives of others. Everyone is born different and has different life problems." Adam patted his friend's shoulder.

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"You shouldn't bother driving me because I can go alone" Vienna said as the car driven by Dion began to creep through the streets.

"I've said it over and over again, I'll never feel bothered by you, from now on you have to tell me all your activities!" Dion.

"Everything?" ask Vienna.

"Yes, and this kind of thing is done by people who are dating or in a relationship like us."

"Dating?" Vienna again frowned, her cheeks slightly heated up hearing the word 'dating'.

"Your own fault, I asked to get married and did not want to," Dion's daughter.

"Is that not too rushed?"

"Of course not, you've been waiting for me for a long time" said Dion.

"Stay, I don't want to rush up to the guarantee. I want us to go through every process like running water, I also want to feel what it's like to date" said Vienna shyly.

"Ish .. ish ... ish .. when dating after marriage is more fun," Dion continued.

And that's how the two spent the time chatting all the way to the building where the seminar was held.

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Several times Hanum blinked his eyes to adjust the light that entered his sense of sight.

Stunned, he saw the ceiling of the room then turned to circulate his gaze, and immediately Hanum could recognize that he was currently in the hospital.

Hanum twitched his still throbbing head, he remembered the last time before his gaze darkened he fell unconscious on the balcony.

"Darling, are you conscious?" The sultan who had just entered, immediately approached his wife.

"Where are you from?" 

"Since I've been outside, there's something I need to talk to Adam about, I'm afraid I'm going to bother you so I've decided to talk outside. Why?"

"Hungry," whined the girl while holding her stomach.

The sultan laughed. "I think what's up." Pinched his wife's nose.

"What do you think?"

"I think you'll feel pain or me.." Sultan regretted having mispronounced, he shouldn't have reminded me of this morning's incident that had frightened Hanum.

"Actually ...," said the Sultan faltered.

"I'm fine, believe me. .. I was just shocked that's why I passed out."

The Sultan was still seen thinking while Hanum still whined asking to return home immediately.

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"Mbok ..," call Hanum as soon as she gets home.

"Dalem Cah ayu, what's wrong?" the middle-aged woman ran over.

"My order is already Mbok?" 

The girl walked quickly to the dining table.

"Already Non," Mbok Darmi said while continuing to follow behind him.

Hanum is made to be unable to stand the smell of cooking that tickles his nose. Hurry up he pulled the bench and sat there.

The sultan was still standing beside the table, the man shook his head, inexhaustible with his wife's attitude.

A few hours ago Hanum looked so depressed that he fell unconscious and at this moment, the look of fear was no longer visible on his face. 

"What do you see?" asked Hanum who saw her husband still standing. "Sit down and eat, but take it for yourself? don't bother me!" hanum Message.

The Sultan scratched his non-itchy head. 

"What's so good about Mbok Darmi's cooking?" The Sultan started to sit on the chair then took the rice.

Hanum nodded, it seemed that he was enjoying the home-style cuisine cooked by Mbok Darmi.

Sultan glanced at the contents of the dining table and then turned to look at his wife, he scooped up the meat acids that became the prima donna for lunch this time.

Whether his tongue or his troubled appetite, Sultan felt the sour beef was mediocre for him but saw the way Hanum ate it, as if it were delicious.

Again he was confused, and yes ... again the Sultan made the pregnancy hormones of his wife who became a scapegoat for all the changes in Hanum's erratic attitude.

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 Her night.

Sultan was still struggling with his folding computer in the workspace, already an hour ago since he entered the room but his work has not been completed.

"Mas ...," Hanum stood in front of the door as he tilted his head.

"Well, aren't you asleep yet?" 

"Not sleepy." Hanum opened the door wide, walking closer to her husband.

"But my work is still a lot, it would be better if you wait in the room only" said the Sultan.

"No way," refused the girl.

"Then?"

"Just finish your work, I'll wait here while reading the magazine."

"Yes, but if for example you are sleepy, go back to the room as soon as possible!"

"Hm." Hanum nodded.

The girl allowed her husband to keep struggling with his work while he started flipping through the magazines lying on the table.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Thirty minutes.

And the next minute Hanum began to be unable to stand it, he who felt saturated finally left his chair. Tracing one by one the bookshelves behind the Sultan's desk. Among the many books tucked between the piles of documents, not a single book was able to steal his attention.

Turning to the Sultan's desk, pulled up the chair and sat down opposite her husband. Grabbing the frame lying there, rubbing it and putting it back. Playing some neatly arranged things there, everything she did could not distract her husband.

Piqued.

Hanum finally woke up and did what the Sultan had never imagined before.

The Sultan's body froze, his tongue cupped to speechlessness, feeling Hanum rising above his body giving rise to the sensation that was stirring in the man.

"Darling, don't do this" the Sultan tried to release Hanum's hand which was currently coiled around his neck.

"Why indeed?" asked Hanum in a spoiled tone.

"I can't work if you keep doing this, honey."

"I won't bother you, I don't tie your hands so you can still work freely." Played her hands on her husband's chest, made an abstract image.

Jeez, hold Sultan .. patient. It's testing. Sultan.

"Yang ...," The Sultan still tried to shake off the hand of Hanum who began to wildly touch the chest of his field.

The man's body became more convulsed when Hanum rubbed his face around the Sultan's neck. It felt like he was becoming more and more unable to hold back.

"Don't be naughty, dear," whispered the Sultan, his voice began to grow heavy as it held something back.

If so, it is certain who will be the winner.

Hanum cheered inwardly, he always had a myriad of ways to conquer the Sultan's heart and bring the man to his knees before him.

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