The Hidden Love

Grief tidings

"Let me carry him" Sultan asked Alma to make the woman who had been busy entertaining her son turn her head.

"Ah, how did you get here?" her question was so recognizing the man who came closer.

"That." as he grabbed a tiny six-month-old baby into his arms, the Sultan pointed at the crowd of his friends, with his chin.

"Cup ... cup .. cup, honey don't cry anymore, son." The Sultan began to try to stop the crying baby girl.

Maybe Sultan is not yet a father, but seeing his way to persuade the baby makes anyone stunned by it.

Hanum and the others came closer, and he was not very familiar with Alma, probably because the two rarely met face to face. 

They shake hands with each other while making small talk.

"Who are you coming with?" adam asked, since he had noticed Alma only alone with the baby.

"Actually me and my extended family just had dinner, because Alea was pup so I asked them to go home first" Alma replied.

"What made her cry like this?" The sultan asked without taking his eyes off the face of the puffer that was still in tears.

"So, since morning he's been fussy, I've checked his temperature but everything's normal. I was confused as to why he was acting so strange today. Usually he tends to calm down and prefers to sleep but today he just kept crying," said Alma, the look of his tired face he was unable to hide.

"So ...," murmured Hanum. 

The girl approached her husband, she gently stroked Alea's head. The tiny baby's cry slowly began to come to a halt even though it was still as unwilling. 

It seemed Alea was calm in the Sultan's arms, evident by his eyes that began to close along with the gentle clap of the Sultan's hands on his back.

"I'm sorry, Vienna has a practice schedule tomorrow morning so I have to get him back home immediately" Dion said.

"Of course, after this you have to make sure she gets home safely to her apartment. Do not let you invite him to stop by the hotel first, later if he is told to quickly go up to the same pelaminan his mother, just know your taste," Adam licked, Adam, he grimaced as shortly after saying the sentence, Ajeng pinched his stomach.

"You don't miss it, Mom." She warned her husband.

Everyone laughed at the behavior of the couple.

"I also have to say goodbye, Disha can't be too tired." Raka flanked his wife's body.

"Yes, be careful on the road, you guys don't speed ya? pity the women later" Adam's message.

Once again they shake hands with each other. 

The Sultan walked to the parking lot holding Alea, having painstakingly calmed the baby until now Alea was completely asleep in her arms. He walked with Adam in front while his women were tailing behind.

Along the way they kept their mouths shut, no one dared to discuss the matter regarding Reno to Alma. Either Alma who felt not too close to the friend of her husband, was the same with the Sultan and Adam. 

Really, it feels very awkward, a fairly close distance from the restaurant court to the parking lot feels so far because they continue to be silent from earlier.

"Where's your car?" adam asked to break the ice.

"There!" Alma pointed at the red-colored car that was about five meters away from where they were.

"Ah, what a coincidence. The black car was mine," the Sultan said, showing the car that was right next to Alma's.

"Thank you for your help" Alma's great-grandson as soon as the woman gets in front of her car.

"Why can you drive while Alea is asleep?" Hanum spoke up.

"No need to worry so," Alma replied with a smile featuring a neat row of teeth. "I'm used to going anywhere with Alea, I bring a special stroller that can be set in the car so that the sleep will not be disturbed."

Alma opened her car door, and sure enough, Hanum could see the stroller meant by Alma while the woman was arranging her position in such a way.

"One more time thanks for your help, I was almost desperate to calm him down just now but once he was in your arms, he fell asleep immediately." Alma stretched out her arms, taking the baby who was still so asleep.

Just as Alea he touched, the baby woke up and came back crying. At first Alma insisted on still putting the baby to sleep but instead of silence, Alea's cries became even more.

"Yes, I'm cranky again," complained Alma.

"Let me carry again" the Sultan said.

Miraculously indeed, the Sultan only needed to pat Alea on the back while chattering a little and the baby regained its composure.

"Huh, what's wrong with him? I'm her mother but why does she not want to be with me" Alma protested, her eyes glazed over.

"Maybe he did miss his father's figure," with a heavy heart Adam said. "For a long time he was not carried by his father so maybe once the Sultan carried him, he felt the Sultan was his father that's why he felt calm and comfortable to make him sleep."

Alma could no longer hold back her tears, the clear hair now escaped, wetting her face and ending with a fall on the floor. The words that Adam uttered were like invisible daggers that cut his heart. 

Pity ... very painful. 

Everything Reno related would always make her remember about the man's betrayal of her.

As if he could feel the sadness that was sweeping Alma, compact Hanum and Ajeng approached the woman and then hugged her together.

"I know it's tough, but you're a tough woman. I'm sure you can get through this," comfort Hanum while rubbing Alma's back.

"Your tears are too precious to cry for a dog*n guy like that" Ajeng said.

"What's my fault that he treated me like this? he hurt me in such a way." Alma was still sobbing, her shoulders shaking.

"The fault lies not in you but in the insolent man. He's blind because he can't see precious gems like you and instead gets into a scandal with a cheap woman like Mauryn. Ish, I don't want to say his name anymore." He rubbed his lips with the back of his hand. "Calling her name alone has disgusted me, I must take a big bath for having done a forbidden act by accidentally mentioning her name."

Sultan and Adam look at each other, the soul mate is a reflection of each other and the Sultan can see Adam who is angry if he finds the fault of his friend, in Ajeng. The man shook his head in astonishment, the fiery Ajeng cursed Reno, exactly the same as her husband when he was angry.

Adam himself stroked his chest repeatedly, not expecting his wife to do so. He thought all this time that managed to ignite the fierce side in Ajeng only Mauryn, in fact Reno was the same, could make him angry. Adam even had a laugh to see Ajeng who continued to curse Reno with all kinds of swearing that made him creep.

"Let's just say, let Alea sleep with me tonight" Sultan said. "You don't mind, do you, honey?" he looked at his wife.

"Of course not, instead I will feel very happy with the presence of him in our house," said Hanum with eyes full of bliss.

"What, you agree if your daughter sleeps in my house? at least for tonight. You can also stay overnight, there are many guest rooms that you can occupy," again, the Sultan asked.

Alma seemed to be thinking hard.

"I .. I can't seem to stay at your house, but I let Alea come with you" she said, wiping her tears.

"All right then." The sultan breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll take good care of Alea, trust me." Hanum clasped Alma's hand.

The woman nodded.

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Next morning.

"Is it this happy to hold a great-grandchild?" it was Burhan who was holding Alea.

"Grandfather will be happier if there will be two great-grandchildren who scramble to sit on your lap later" said Sultan.

"If it's like this, I'd like to live another thousand years. It's great to be able to play with them every day and see the growth and development of my successor."

"Grandfather will be able to feel it all, grandfather will live a long life if he obeys every advice from the doctor." The Sultan emphasized his words.

"Yes, from now on I will obey all the doctor's words, take medicine regularly so that I have the opportunity to play football with your children later" Burhan replied. "Where is your wife?"

"Then why do you keep here?" Hardik Burhan's.

"Why indeed?" sewot Sultan, the newspaper he had been reading since, he threw it violently on the table.

"You have to make sure if he's taking his vitamins or not, catch up!"

"True, why did I forget?"

"Basic with kec ...,"

"Hust!" The Sultan placed his index finger right in front of his lips. "It is forbidden to speak rudely or curse in front of a child, let alone that he is still a baby, this grandfather, ck .. ck. ck." Sultan clucking.

"Have gone there quickly!"

Half running the Sultan towards the kitchen, being in the same room as his grandfather would only give him heat.

"Darling, you are not finished ma ..," the Sultan's eyes fell upon him as soon as he saw the food his wife was eating.

It felt like the man was upset instead of playing, he had already told Mbok Darmi and also Aunt Mar, making sure they cooked a high-nutrient meal for Hanum while Hanum instead devoured instant noodles.

"Give me the bowl, let me throw this away!" grabbing the bowl in front of Hanum then dumping the contents into the trash basket.

"Mas ...," cried Hanum. The girl was shocked because the Sultan threw away his food just like that.

"There's a lot of food at the table, hard-earned mbok Darmi and Bi Mar cooking for you and you're eating instant noodles instead? you can ask for more food if you want, but not noodles."

"Oh my goodness, do you need to be this exaggerated? it's just noodles, I rarely eat them anyway" Hanum said.

"Silence! do not argue, often or not you eat noodles, the food is still not good for your health. What good is mbok Darmi here if you ...,"

"That's enough!" exclaim Hanum. 

He had to stop the Sultan because he did not want the small quarrel between them to become public consumption. He kept an eye on the three women who were standing glued to the back door with the tail of his eyes.

Visible mbok Darmi, Bi Mar and Mbak Indah just stand still with their bodies vibrating while the middle Pastri accompanied Burhan in front. This was the first time they had seen the Sultan angry.

Unwilling to get emotional if she continued to be there, Hanum rushed to leave her husband.

"I'm not done talking!" prevent Sultan.

"Speak as much as you can, it's possible that the spoons and plates here will listen to your babbling" Hanum grumbled.

"Yaaah ...," cried the Sultan.

He ran after his wife before the girl started to move away.

"Aren't you going to listen to my words?" The sultan still chases Hanum even though the girl has tried to escape to the room.

"I don't want to listen to your unimportant babble!" hanum Sentak.

"Whatdidyou say? not important? huh," Sultan sighed harshly. "I'm your husband and you're saying that my babble doesn't matter?"

"Go from my room! it's noisy!" 

And a second later the Sultan was completely consumed by anger. Just as he was about to lecture Hanum again, a knocking sound came from outside the door. 

The Sultan was silent for a moment, setting the rhythm of his hunting breath. Slowly he started walking to open the door, who had dared to bother him at a time like this.

"What's up, Mbok?" tanyanya flat. His voice softened a little as soon as he saw who the person who came was.

"Anu, Den is good ...," the middle-aged woman looked doubtful.

"Tell me!" bujuk Sultan's.

Sultan frowned, actually what makes Mbok Darmi look so doubtful and scared so.

"Den Adam, that's ...," again Mbok Darmi stuttered.

"What happened to Adam?" ask the Sultan impatiently.

"No!" 

"Then?" The Sultan was increasingly clueless as to what the woman was actually going to say.

"So Den Adam called."

"Why didn't he call my number, Mbok?"

"Say he called Aden's phone but it wasn't picked up, so Den Adam called the house number."

"He said what Mbok? it looks very important?" 

Once again, Mbok Darmi was silent.

Seeing the unpleasant gurgle of Mbok Darmi made the Sultan think that something was wrong.

"Say Mbok, what's going on? don't make me curious!"

"That's .., anu, my God why it's so hard for Mbok to talk." Mbok Darmi patted his own mouth.

"Speak clearly Mbok!" 

"So Den Adam called."

"Continue?"

"She said she had news of grief."

"The sad news" the Sultan murmured.

Mbok Darmi nodded.

"It's good Den calls Den Adam alone, straight away."

Sultan ran back to his bed, he remembered well before going down to put his car there.

The man's nimble hands began to scroll through his phone screen.

Seven missed calls.

He immediately contacted Adam.

"How long!" adam shouted as the man raised a call from his friend.

"What's this about? seems like something important has happened? mbok Darmi said ...,"

"Hurry here!" adam's orders.

"Where?" 

"Nr ...,"

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