The Hidden Love

It will never be enough

"you are naughty" whispered the gentle Sultan in his wife's ear.

The man carried Hanum's body and took her to the room.

"You're naughty with your own husband, that's okay" Hanum replied.

"Open the door" the Sultan ordered as soon as he got in front of his room.

"My hands are not up," Hanum said as she cast a seductive look.

Finally the Sultan slightly bent his body and a second later he felt a hot sensation because just as he lowered his body, Hanum also bit his neck.

"Are you teasing me? why are you getting wild, honey?" 

The sultan laid his wife's body on the bed while she used both hands to support her body so as not to overlap Hanum's body.

"You're so pretty?" praise the Sultan, his view can not be separated from the face of the wife.

"If I'm ugly, how would you marry me Mas" continued Hanum.

"Basic! it's not just your physical beauty that I love you, more than that, the beauty that comes from your heart and everything in you that makes me fall in love and end up crazy about you."

"Gomb ...,"

Hanum could not continue his words because as fast as lightning the Sultan had landed his lips and silenced his mouth with a kiss.

The girl closed her eyes, enjoying her husband's playful tongue which was so agile as to obscure every inch of her oral cavity. Not letting her husband dominate the game, Hanum also reciprocated every treatment of the Sultan to her, no less hot. The spoiled, mischievous sighs continued to escape the girl's thin lips as the Sultan switched to exploring her neckline. Hanum's groans further drove the Sultan crazy when the man managed to make his masterpiece sculpture filled every inch of his wife's white neck.

Slowly but surely the Sultan began to move down, down the two twin hills that were so challenging that it was still wrapped in cloth. Eager to climb the high mountain that made her long, she pulled the string of the thin nightgown that Hanum was wearing, grabbed the transparent cloth and threw it on the floor.

A smile spread perfectly on the Sultan's lips when he saw that Hanum's body was now innocent without a thread covering it, with difficulty swallowing his saliva. It seems that the girl has been deliberately preparing tonight, seeing Hanum who is not wearing the interior.

The Sultan's hand stretched out, grabbed Hanum's chin which had since turned away from him because of embarrassment and then pulled it, making the views of the two clashed with each other.

"I love you, I love you so much" said the Sultan.

"Me too." Hanum replied.

Minutes later the bodies of the two are fused together, sometimes Hanum moaning under her husband's confinement. He who has since bristled the sheets because he could not stand the rhythm of the Sultan's game, this time switch to holding the man's chest. For him there is nothing happier than touching the bare chest of the man he loves so much.

"Eumh ...," he groaned as the Sultan stomped his own down there.

The Sultan was so enjoying the struggle tonight, hearing the sigh of his wife increasingly make his passion peaked.

Hanum again sighed when he felt her husband speed up the rhythm of the game, and soon the Sultan groaned. The man's body collapsed right next to his wife's innocent body and with a body full of sweat the two embraced each other.

Several times the Sultan gave a kiss on his wife's forehead and thanked her, something she always did shortly after completing the union.

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Next morning.

"Are you sure you want to come to the woman's court?" ask Sultan.

Since first opening her eyes this morning, Hanum has continued to say that she wants to attend Mauryn's verdict hearing which will be held at ten o'clock in the afternoon.

"Yes." Yeah." Hanum nodded.

To be honest the Sultan was doubtful, there was fear in the man. Afraid that Hanum could not control himself and ended up fainting like yesterday.

"I'll be fine Mas, believe me," once again Hanum persuaded her husband, as if he knew the anxiety that was plaguing the Sultan.

"Mas ..," whined Hanum while shaking the Sultan's shoulder.

"No!" replied the man.

"Yesterday his lawyer said that I as a kidnap victim in this case should come, right?" 

"But I have requested a certificate from the doctor saying that you are sick so that the judge can understand your absence.  You will be very depressed if you meet the woman again and it will be very dangerous for your health condition. And I don't want to risk it by putting your life and my son's life at risk" the Sultan said.

"Our excess, Mas, I just want to go to court and not go to dangerous places like ...,"

"No!" cut Sultan fast.

Hanum lowered her head, her lips pursed, feeling disappointed by her husband's decision. He himself did not know why he so wanted to attend the trial.

Lazy to discuss the problem because at the end of the day her husband still insisted not give permission to make Hanum stop his business. 

After the Sultan finished tidying himself up, Hanum immediately reached out the man's briefcase.

"We have to go downstairs for breakfast, pity grandfather if we have to miss breakfast alone in the morning" said Hanum.

The Sultan did not answer, he took his wife's hand out of the room. During the descent the stairs were seen once he tried to guide Hanum, making sure his wife went downstairs safely. A little excessive indeed but Hanum can understand because it has become part of the form of attention of the Sultan to her since she was declared pregnant.

No chatter happened during the breakfast together it lasted, until it was over. The Sultan remained silent even though he was often caught stealing glances at his wife.

"Don't you dare leave the house without my permission!" sultan's message to his wife as soon as he wants to get in the car.

"When did I ever leave without telling you?" sahut Hanum ketus.

True too, all this time as bad as the relationship between the two in undergoing a household hick, never once Hanum out of the house without the knowledge of her husband.

"Your words are like I'm a wife who is against her husband" she said, again.

"I just want to do my duty as a good husband to take care of you, so don't get me wrong. I don't want to miss out like yesterday, you don't know how scared I was when I lost you?"

Hanum breathed a rough breath, in the face of her husband's face and when the eyes of the two met, Hanum could see the sincerity of the glare of the eyes that radiated from her man.

"Go, you can be late later" he said slightly softened.

"I don't want to go away all together." 

The Sultan's words made Hanum flinch, several times the girl opened her eyes, in disbelief.

"It's just that I go to the office if at the end of the day I can't focus on work and even your thoughts continue" continued Sultan.

"Indeed, what was lacking last night?" chirp Hanum, deliberately deflecting the conversation.

The Sultan smiled sweetly, so sweet that the look of his happy face was difficult to hide.

"There will never be enough of anything when it comes to you" said the Sultan.

"Friday again the waves," fierce Hanum.

"I'd be willing even if I had to be your love slave for the rest of my life, what's more just being your tomboy. Every day even every minute I can fight you, until you're fed up."

Hanum opened both of her hands, preparing to receive a warm hug from her husband, immersing her face in the chest of the Sultan's field which could always make her feel peaceful.

Love is when you feel the presence of God within ... Lover.

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