The Hidden Love

Poor thing.

"Mas" called Hanum to her husband. "I'm thirsty" he said again, holding his throat.

Sultan turned his head, after more than an hour in the check room, this is where they are now, in the waiting room of the pharmaceutical section.

"I'm going to the cafeteria first, I'm going to buy some water." Hanum got up from his seat.

"Don't!" prevent Sultan. "Can't you hold it in a minute? I can't leave you alone."

"Just to the cafeteria," Hanum persuaded.

"The problem is that if I go to buy it, I don't want to leave you alone here and if you go to the cafeteria alone can be dangerous, then who will wait for your medicine?" lang Sultan's.

"Yes." resigned, Hanum again sat in his original place.

"In a moment, yeah ...,"

Hanum nodded, he who felt that he could no longer bear to hold back his thirst continued to glance at his watch.

Ten minutes passed, finally a pharmacist called his name, rushed Sultan up from there then again approached his wife after successfully obtaining a bag of medicine in his right hand.

"Come," the Sultan grabbed Hanum's waist.

"Buy a drink" whined Hanum again.

"Yes, sorry to keep you waiting. I forgot not to bring a bottle of drink for you when I know very well if you are easily thirsty, especially during the pregnancy examination was also spent quite a long time. You must be very thirsty." Anxious, Sultan shuffled his wife's hair slowly.

"Eat him, let's get me a drink!" Hanum sped up his footsteps to make the Sultan almost stumble as soon as Hanum dragged his arm.

In the car.

Hanum breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he managed to wet his throat, spending half the contents of the bottle of cold mineral water that the Sultan had given him.

Not feeling that the day had turned dark, the Sultan glanced at his watch, at half-seven p.m.

"You wanna stop by dinner first?" bring Sultan.

"Just go home, pity grandfather if you have to eat dinner alone," Hanum refused.

Hanum had just finished saying this when she heard the sound of mobile phone vibrations coming from her husband's pants pocket.

It didn't take long for Sultan to reach for his phone, the man wore a smile as soon as he saw the name on the screen. Wiggling the advanced flat object in front of Hanum.

"The old man's whole life" he murmured to Hanum.

"Hust! polite speech, he was your grandfather" Hanum scolded her husband.

"So angry" sultans chanted.

"What?" Hanum raised the volume of his voice slightly.

"No... no. .., please take the call before grandfather scolds me for waiting too long" he told his wife.

Hanum took over the device.

"Hall ...," 

"Heh, little wagon! when do you want to stay in court? it's late" said Burhan, thinking that the Sultan was the one who raised the call. 

Hanum jumped so shocked that he almost dropped the phone.

"Are you deaf?" again, Burhan scolded his granddaughter whom he considered impolite for having ignored him.

This is all the Sultan's fault, should before deciding to go to the shopping center, they should say goodbye to Burhan first so that the old man is not so worried about the situation of his grandson. Just like her husband, Hanum forgot such an important thing. Be the two of them suspects who are ready for all-out interrogation by Burhan once they get home.

"Yaaah ...," cried Burhan. "Where are you my favorite granddaughter? she's pregnant with my successor, are you taking good care of her?"

"Ka ..., Grandpa," said Hanum. "It's Hanum Kek."

"My favorite grandson, you're okay, son?" 

"Yes, Cake. Hanum is fine, this same Hanum Mas Sultan is still on his way home. Grandpa's having dinner?"

"Where can I eat quietly if I don't know where my granddaughter is" Burhan said.

"Sorry, actually Hanum's been coming home from court since one o'clock in the afternoon, Cake. Hanum stopped by the shopping mall and forgot to tell Grandpa. I'm sorry to make Grandpa worried" he said, hoping that Burhan would not scold and punish the Sultan.

"It doesn't matter as long as you're okay. Next time don't spend too long in such a crowded place. Grandpa is afraid you're exhausted" Burhan said, worried about his son-in-law's granddaughter.

"No, Cake. Hanum wasn't there that long. After returning home from the shopping mall, we stopped by the hospital first and ...,"

"Hanum's fine so grandfather doesn't have to worry, Hanum goes to the hospital to check on my gynecology, Cake."

"Thank God, Grandpa thought why. Yeah, come home, grandpa's waiting for you."

"Good, Cake."

"Tell Berand .., I mean grandfather, tell your husband to drive the car properly" he told Hanum before the call ended.

"Yes, Cake. We'll be home soon."

"However I, Mbok Darmi did feed Grandpa what the hell to the point that he was ferociously not kelulungan," continued Sultan while shaking his head, astonished. "Every day his work is angry, how not to get high blood, tuh,"

"You know, it's always the case that Grandpa, never got along. The storm continued ...," Hanum throbbed.

"Yes, how else. It's like this is between me and Grandpa."

"But by the way, why don't you look the slightest bit like Grandpa? usually between grandfather and grandson there must be a resemblance even though only one, but it feels .. there is absolutely nothing in you that is similar to Grandpa, Mas." Hanum watched over her husband from head to toe.

Physically, it is clearly seen that the Sultan did not inherit a single body shape from his grandfather while the waranya, do not ask again. Almost every day the two men were always fighting even for small things, both were very different like heaven and earth.

"Mommy, people say I look like Mami. And similar to Grandpa is the late Sakti, a lot of similarities found in the Sakti to make people dub Sakti as a reflection of Grandpa when young, making people call it, that is why Grandpa made him his favorite grandson, in the past," the Sultan said.

Hanum tergugu, for the first time after marriage, of course married in the true sense in which he and the Sultan have been united and live their household life normally like other married couples, he said, Sultan named his brother.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I did not realize that I had just me. ..," had not had time for the Sultan to continue his words, Hanum had said.

"It's okay, after all what I'm telling you, it's just the past. And now you are my future, no matter if you tell me about the late Mas Sakti."

"Once again sorry ...," the Sultan clasped Hanum's hand with his left.

"I love you."

The Sultan was stunned, not expecting to hear such words coming out of Hanum's mouth, especially when Hanum peeked at her cheek, afterwards.

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Hanum and Sultan cleaned up as soon as they got home and rushed to the dinner table, feeling unwell for having made Burhan wait for a long time.

A few minutes later, they were sitting in the living room, they rarely gathered there since the Hanum abduction.

"So how's the USG?" Burhan couldn't wait to hear Hanum's words.

"Everything's fine, Cake. The babies are actively moving, they are growing well," Hanum said as he stroked his stomach.

"Then, are they male or female twins? or is the only man a girl?" the old man continued to comment on the smile on his lips.

"According to grandfather, what is their gender?" ask Sultan. "What if it's not to Grandpa's liking?"

"Basic little wands!" Burhan hit his grandson on the head. "You're always making a fuss, ruining the mood."

"What ruins the mood? I'm just asking." The Sultan showed his face.

"Whatever their gender is not important, the most important thing is that they are born safely, not lacking nor are there any advantages. Being able to see their blossoms, that was enough for grandfather."

"Let's see when Hanum gives birth, grandfather will be overwhelmed if he has to take care of both male great-grandsons whose good looks are twenty-four carats, exceeding his father's good looks, this." The sultan chuckled, feeling amused by his own words.

"Wait first! so they're twin boys?" burhan asked, his clenched hand he used to caress Hanum's stomach.

The couple nodded simultaneously.

"Thank God, my grandfather had hoped they were twin boys and only girls. Let's say later if grandfather is playing ball with a male great-granddaughter, his female great-granddaughter will prepare food and drinks when we finish playing. Two male great-grandchildren are fine, grandfather will teach them martial arts later and one thing is for sure, grandfather will not let them grow up to be bengal children like his father, long ago," babble Burhan at length.

"What?" suffocating Sultan, a murderous look at the old man before him, as if he did not accept being treated like that by Burhan. "True, I'm his father. And again, what is a bengal? I'm ...," The Sultan's words were cut off.

"Dear, Son. Let's go back to the room." Burhan got up while holding Hanum's hand which had been by his side since. "Rest yes, you must be tired all day outside. Don't forget to lock the door and don't let the brat in" he said to Hanum with a fierce eye on the Sultan.

"Yaaah ... What's my grandfather's problem with? why do you always treat me unfairly like this?" Sultan grabbed her hair, frustrated.

"Hurry up, get in your room! remember to lock the door and don't let your husband in." Burhan warned his granddaughter. 

While Hanum walked stiffly away from her husband, Burhan sneered cunningly as if mocking his granddaughter.

"Grandfather ..," cried the Sultan.

"Pity!" Burhan stuck out his tongue, making the Sultan even more inflamed.

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