The Hidden Love

Unbearable.

Vienna placed a bowl of steaming asparagus mushroom soup with a plate of rice in front of Dion. The man looks so frustrated, hasn't said much since his arrival at the Vienna apartment an hour ago.

"Eat, you have to charge first to be able to tell me your problems, right?" vienna said as if understanding with the sadness that was being felt by Dion.

Honestly, Vienna was so curious about what had happened to Dion at this time, examined from the state of the man since he appeared the trunk of his nose. His handsome face looks soft with puffy eyes, the sadness that is clearly illustrated there further strengthens Vienna's assumption that the man must have experienced an incident that caused a wound in his heart. 

Yes, Dion has indeed told about his past that he had spent with a housewife with Mauryn, in Vienna. Also all the events that make the two must end their relationship, not to forget also Dion told about Yara, the fruit of his love with Mauryn. All in all, Dion told Vienna all about himself without anyone missing. He really wanted to start a new life, not before he went to the next stage he also had to tell Vienna, the woman he chose to accompany his life. Dion believed that if Vienna truly loved her, she would accept with all her heart all the shortcomings, including her dark past.

Relieved, that's the exact word Dion used to describe how happy he was to hear Vienna so casually accept Dion's past without any hesitation. Vienna even blatantly said that she was ready to accept and nurture Yara once they officially married later.

"I'm sorry, you have to see me in this state" the first sentence that escaped after a long time Dion locked his mouth shut.

"What are you talking about? finish your food first! we still have plenty of time to talk later." Vienna put ebi furai and a piece of katsu chicken in the kitchen, just now.

Vienna continued to throw her gaze at Dion, the man started putting food in his mouth. The corner of Vienna's lips curved shortly after because Dion looks so enjoy the food served perfunctory by him.

"Are you very hungry?" seeing the way Dion finished the contents of his plate made Vienna finally ventured to ask. 

"Not really," replied Dion, flat. 

It made Vienna frown, confused.

"Feel you good, it would be a pity if not spent," Dion added.

"Huh ..., basic!" viennese whiff, the girl pursed her lips making Dion feel anxious.

"I'm telling the truth." 

Vienna turned and immediately the eyes of the two clashed. He again felt the tremors in his heart, he looked at Dion closely, absolutely nothing had changed in the man. He was still the same Dion he had seen a few years ago, only Dion was now more handsome at his ripe age.

After finishing moving the contents of his plate into his stomach, Dion chose to sit on the balcony. Yes, it became his favorite place to visit the Vienna apartment. Besides he could feel comfort while there, the place was also a silent witness to the expression of Vienna feelings to him.

"From now on, practice quitting smoking. It's not good for your health."

Dion turned his head when he heard Vienna say this to him, the girl approached him with a tray of two cups and a snack in her hand.

"I feel at peace when I make this an escape from the problems that are happening to me." Dion showed a cigarette with the tip still on, in Vienna.

Vienna moved the contents of her tray to the table and took a position, sitting next to Dion. Slowly snatched the cigarette in the man's hand, turned off the tip and then threw it rough into a trash can that was not far from his seat.

"You're angry that I'm soiling your house?" dion asked, he put on a dislike face.

"Not only angry, I will also be very sorry if you continue to torture your own body just because of trivial problems" said Vienna, annoyed. "Everyone has problems and it's natural that they need to do something as an escape but this is not the way."

"Why are you even angry?"

"I don't want to be a widow after marrying you later, if you die of disease due to being a smoker, how?  I was just about to start my happiness when you said seriously your intention to take me up to the fold" said Viennese.

Dion chuckled in response to the words Vienna.

"You always do, never take me seriously, you always take what I say like a joke, don't you?"

"Me?" Dion pointed to himself. "For God's sake I'm not laughing at you, you're misunderstanding! I'm glad to see you're worried about me, it's a sign you really love me."

Silent.

"Why is it even pouting like that? all right I'm sorry, I'm wrong." Dion clasped Vienna's hand. "I promise, from tomorrow I will reduce smoking. Don't be angry anymore, if you still see me smoking, I'll also need time to completely eliminate the habit that has been a part of my life."

"Hm, as much as possible I will help you escape your bad habits" Vienna said.

"Come here!" Dion slapped his thigh, giving the girl the code to climb into his lap.

"No way!" reject Vienna.

"I'm not going to do anything, believe me. I just want to be close to you."

"At any rate, after all, right now we're also close together."

Vienna squealed loudly enough as Dion surprisingly withdrew his hand, making the girl sit on his lap by continuously wrapping her hand around Vienna's belly.

"Take me off! don't do this, I beg you." Vienna continues to thrash.

"You want me to kiss you?"

"What?" Vienna turned her head, her eyes fixed on the face of Dion who was currently smiling widely at her.

"Leave a choice, want to continue rebelling and then I kiss you or stay quiet and I'll forgive you" Dion said.

"What the hell is this? that's not an option." Vienna pursed her lips, again making Dion anxious.

For a while Dion kept staring at his lover's face, the two of them looking at each other. There was nothing they said because each of them was using eye language. 

Viennese jet-black hair continues to dance in the breeze that blows breezy. Following his heart, Dion stretched out his hand, tucking in the still fluttering strands of hair so as to no longer cover the pretty face of his heart. The tone of Vienna's taper chin then with a slow movement he began to advance his face. 

Vienna closed her eyes as soon as she felt something wet sticking to her lips. Dion kissed his lips at a glance, so short that it was more like an introductory greeting. Dion raised his face again, seeing Vienna's eyelids still closed as if hinting that the girl wanted a real kiss.

Feeling that what was expected did not come, Vienna slowly opened its eyes. How shocked the girl was to get another surprise attack from Dion.

Dion again snatched the thin lips of Vienna, this time not just a brief kiss like that. The man grabbed the nape of the woman, giving a small bite for Vienna to give her space to explore even deeper.

Vienna gasped, she was unable to keep up with Dion's game, the girl continued to rem*as the shirt worn by Dion. He did not expect at all that he would be so swept away in the feeling that made him lulled. The games made by Dion always make it feel like floating in the air.

This was the second time they had done so but still, the Viennese body trembled in response to Dion's treatment of him.

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Her morning.

The Sultan stretched his stiff muscles all night he slept on the sofa. Burhan never messed with his words, his words were like the word of a king, if he said something happened, it would happen according to the wishes of the old man. 

Actually Sultan could have slept in the guest room which is located quite close to the family room but he could not close his eyes once he entered the room. Long enough he was awake in the room, so upset he finally decided to watch TV, fortunately there is one TV channel that broadcasts football matches. The event lasted until the early hours and gradually the Sultan who was afflicted with fatigue finally fell asleep as well.

"God, my body hurts all," he lamented, laying his body on the bed as soon as he got to his room.

"Where are you sleeping?" Hanum who just came out of the bathroom said.

"On the couch." the man yawned. "Geez." Sultan suddenly woke up. "So I was able to get in, so you didn't really lock the door?"

"I did lock the door as soon as I entered, you definitely couldn't sleep so I took the initiative to unlock it after making sure grandpa was asleep."

"Why didn't you say it?" 

"I tried to call you and it turns out that your phone is left here, I thought you'd ride by yourself." Hanum was busy drying his hair.

"Huh, my goodness. To bother with it, the old man was really a troublemaker. Can I not sleep with my wife? that kind of rule?" cynically.

"Punishment," Hanum err.

Hanum laughed at her husband's words.

"Don't laugh! you want to make fun of me?" ketus Sultans.

"See which way am I mocking you? there's just one." Hanum shook his head. "Ah, I remember one thing," she suddenly cried.

"What?" 

"I just found out that you guys have one thing in common" Hanum told me.

"What resemblance? my grandfather and I were very different. We never got along and were always like cats and dogs that would fight together."

"Seriously."

"Say, we're similar in what part?" ask the Sultan impatiently.

"You're similar, you're like a child" Hanum continued, laughing heartily.

"What?" 

"Yes, since you guys will continue to fight if together, so the conclusion is that you two are similar to each other. Like a toddler when fighting over toys," added Hanum.

"That's right!" The sultan continued to grumble.

The man chose to go into the bathroom instead of taking care of his wife's obscure babble.

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The sun was so hot that afternoon, the light felt hot burning the skin. The Sultan rushed into his room, grabbing the air-conditioning remote as soon as he got there.

"It feels like my head could explode if we roam around every day at hours like this" he lamented to Raka.

"You think you're the one who's feeling the heat? I'm the same, too" answered Raka not to lose.

"That guy, he's not usually late. If only five minutes later he doesn't come, I'll make sure we thwart the plan of cooperation with their company" he said again, telling about his client who arrived late.

"That has passed let it pass, the most important thing now is that our project has been a goal. We won the tender so at least calm yourself, after all we have nothing to lose waiting for," comforted Raka.

"I know very well what is currently on your mind, you must be imagining how many numbers I will transfer to your account right?" 

"What harm? is that my right?" 

"I thought so," murmured the Sultan. "Let the office boy make you a cold drink!" the door to Raka.

"Sip." Raka gave her thumb.

The man picked up the phone and started calling the pantry and asked to be sent a cold drink at Sultan's order.

"Oh yeah, by the way how are you preparing for tonight?" 

Suddenly Raka remembered something, tonight Adam had planned a dinner at a fancy restaurant with his wife and. Think of it as a small celebration of the happiness they get after hearing the verdict of the judge who sentenced Mauryn to life imprisonment. Reno, the man who helped Mauryn carry out his act, was sentenced to fifteen years in prison.

"I told Hanum this morning" the Sultan said without taking his eyes off his computer screen.

"Eventually we can all live in peace and quiet as well huh, Tan?"

Raka leaned her head on the shoulder of the chair.

"Yes, the fruit of our patience so far in the face of various kinds of tests that come and go."

The two then fell silent with a distant, dreamy look, preoccupied with each other's thoughts.

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Exactly seven o'clock at a European-style restaurant.

Adam was already sitting on the chair that had been in his message in the private room with his wife of course. The couple was compact wearing black, Adam looked handsome wearing a tuxedo while Ajeng wore a sleeveless dress with a knee length but the tail was dangling, slightly longer.

Raka and Disha were also present there, they were wearing clothes in matching colors. Raka was no less handsome than Adam, the man wore a suit with a bow tie neatly pinned around his neck. While Disha wears a maroon-colored long dress that covers up to the ankles. Her bulging stomach even further adds a sexy impression to the dress she wears.

"Food is neatly arranged on the table, just waiting for the great guest who comes," said Raka.

"Yes, where did he tell you?" Adam glanced at his watch. "Dion hasn't come yet."

"Sultan is already in the parking lot he said, at most five minutes away. Well, if it's Dion, he says he's still on his way here because he has to pick up Vienna first" tell Raka.

"Tonight we really have to spend some time together, thankfully Bening was asleep so we can calmly leave him with his nanny" Adam told Raka.

Time passed too. 

Now the four men with their respective partners have filled the room. Spend dinner exchanging stories. Dion and Vienna who did not escape the ignorant actions of Adam and Raka who continued to harass the couple since then, made Vienna wrong behavior.

After the dinner was over, they continued to engage in conversation while enjoying the dessert. Men talk about business development while occasionally interspersed with jokes, while women are engrossed in discussing fashion and beauty.

Dinner went well until the peak they had to return to their respective homes.

They walked to the parking lot. Clearly visible hue of happiness that is drawn on the face of each person.

The Sultan walks ahead while holding his wife's hand. Just a few steps they came out of the restaurant suddenly Sultan sculpted. The man stopped his steps, his gaze fixed on the figure of a slender woman who was trying to stop the crying of her child.

"Dam," the Sultan's great-grandson, called Adam to get him close.

"What's wrong?" 

"You see that?" The Sultan pointed at the woman he meant. "My heart feels very painful" he said, holding his chest.

Just like his friend, Adam was fixated on seeing the figure shown by the Sultan to him. Adam scooped his face rough, the man was seen shaking his head several times. And when he saw the clear liquid that pooled in the Sultan's eyes, he immediately embraced his friend.

"Don't look!" Adam covered the Sultan's face. "My heart feels like it's torn to shreds."

"Let me see it," the Sultan's great-granddaughter, one clear-cut feather managed to fall down on her cheek.

"You won't be able to, this is the real you. As powerful as you can't if it's about a little kid." 

"At least let me stop her crying, Dam." 

The Sultan took a thousand steps, wanting to feel like he was hugging the little boy and rubbing his head, saying something to stop his crying.

Adam let the Sultan do what the man wanted.

Several pairs of eyes kept an eye on the Sultan who was currently trying to calm the toddler in his carry. Their eyes also glazed over, if it had been this .. Who would have seen the incident?

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