The Hidden Love

News of suffering (part 2)

The Sultan ran up to his wife as soon as his phone connection with Adam was cut off.

"Darling, I'll go first. Don't you dare leave the house without my permission!" the message was to Hanum.

Hanum raised his lips again, it did not stop the emotions that were lodged in him and the man before him re-ignited his anger with words that were not pleasant to hear.

The girl chose to ignore her husband, reading the novel felt more fun than taking care of the Sultan.

"Good at home, take care of Alea!" sultan continued by giving a kiss on his wife's forehead.

Hanum still tightly shut his mouth, his gaze fixed on the novel in his hand but he still had time to watch the movements of her husband using his tails. 

She herself was curious about what had actually happened to make her husband look very chaotic but instead of asking, again she preferred to keep the various questions in her heart. 

"One more thing!" The Sultan turned his body as soon as he got to the doorstep. "Our problem is not finished yet, don't try to run away to avoid punishment from me!"

"Shy, shitty!" Hanum threw his novel.

With a bent face, Hanum pushed his feet down the soft mattress.

The living room became her goal this time, fortunately there was Alea, a tiny baby girl who could change her deteriorating mood.

"Mbok," called Hanum to the woman who had just passed in front of him.

"What's the Non?" Mbok Darmi also approached after previously putting a broomstick in the corner of the room.

"Mbok, you want a sweeper?" ask Hanum.

"Yes, Non. The garden behind a lot of leaf litter scattered. Lastri said she wanted to iron the clothes" the woman replied. "Is there anything you can help me with?"

Hanum shook his head, "No Mbok, Hanum just wanted to ask."

"Ask what Non?"

"So the Mbok went upstairs? after Mbok Darmi left, Mas Sultan looked very nervous. What's wrong, Mbok?"

"Indeed Non Hanum doesn't know yet?"

"Know what Mbok?" Hanum was curious.

"So Den Adam called, told him there was news of grief."

"What's the sad news, Mbok?"

"If that is so, please excuse me Non. The Mbok did not know, because Den Adam just told the Mbok to tell Den Sultan to call him back."

"That's just Mbok?" 

"Yes, the continuation of Mbok does not know Non," said Mbok Darmi.

Hanum nodded. "Yes already then Mbok, Hanum ahead first, thank you."

"Yes, Non."

Hanum continued to think, trying to guess what kind of sad news made her husband panic so.

"Give him to me Kek, Hanum is afraid of tired grandfather," Hanum said.

The girl sat in front of Burhan, the chair separated by a rectangular table that stretched in the middle.

"No, Grandpa wasn't tired at all. It just seems like he's sleepy."

Hanum opened his hand as soon as Burhan thrust Alea's tiny body at him.

"Ah, so after the shower and breakfast, now you're sleepy, honey?" Hanum looked at Alea's eyes which were starting to narrow.

"Where did it go with kec ..," Burhan paused for a moment.

Seeing Alea's face made him remember the Sultan's words earlier who asked him to be more careful in speaking in front of toddlers. And according to him, what the Sultan said was true as well, maybe from now on he should get used to changing his call to his grandson considering that soon his grandson will have a son.

"Where did your husband go? she seems to have been nervous?" repeated Burhan.

"Hanum doesn't know either, Cake." the girl scooped her shoulders.

"Indeed he didn't say goodbye to you?" ask Burhan again.

"Pamit, but .. he didn't say where to go." replied Hanum clumsily.

"Any ...," murmured Burhan.

The old man sipped the unsweetened green tea made by mbok Darmi for him.

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The Sultan drove his car at full speed to the place Adam had mentioned to him.

Along the way he continued to massage his temple, it felt his head suddenly dizzy. 

Why trials still come and go, he just wants peace in his life. Happy with his family, living with Hanum by loving each other, loving, forever. It was as simple as his current hope but it seemed like God still wanted to test it.

Panicking, Sultan grabs his cell phone, remembering one thing that he has not informed Raka.

"Hallo, position?" tanyanya was so Raka raised a call from her.

"Still on the road, soon to the office. Why?" ask Raka, flat.

"Please handle all the office business, chances are I can only come later."

"Hm, it's commonplace" replied Raka sarcasm.

"i'm serious. There's an important matter I need to take care of now."

Decitan car tires caused by the sudden brake sounds so loud that it makes Raka squeal in fear.

"Hallo, what's going on? The sultan! did something happen to you?" Raka immediately pulled the car over. "Hallo!" yell Raka.

The man's heart was beating very fast, two minutes passed and not a word could be heard coming out of his best friend's mouth.

"Sultan!" Raka kept repeating her call. 

Raka was so nervous that she used her suit sleeves to wipe away the cold sweat droplets that were seeping on her forehead.

Gosh darn.

A second later his heart was racing faster, the phone he had dropped had finally returned when he faintly heard the voice of the Sultan.

"Raka!" serami Sultan's.

"Oh my God, what happened? are you all right?" Raka held onto her chest which was painful.

"A little pain because my head hit. I almost hit that guy."

"Cockfighting! I thought you were okay, you always made me hang. Are you gonna make me die standing up? huh!" raka Ompat.

"I was shocked earlier, I made a scene in the streets from being too shocked."

"What took you so long not to answer my call?" said Raka in a high tone.

"Ish, I need to pull my car over first, I made a traffic jam earlier." Sultan's alibi.

"So how?" Raka was driving her car back on the street.

"How's what?" 

"Where are you really going?" Raka raised the volume of her voice.

The man let out a rough sigh, it seemed like the question and answer session would still last a long time, but shortly after Raka laughed. He scapegoated the impact that hit the Sultan's head which caused his friend's mindset to become sluggish. How can a question be answered with a question.

"I ..," said Sultan stopped, he thought for a moment after the shocking incident had made his mind empty.

"Yes, it is no longer important, I am also not interested in listening to your explanation," cynical Raka.

"I remember now!" pekik Sultan, girang.

"It doesn't matter!" 

Raka disconnects her phone unilaterally then sets silent mode on her phone.

On the other side.

The Sultan still shouted to call his friend's name. He repeatedly cursed himself like a fool. He intends to contact Raka again but suddenly a call appears to his mobile number.

Sultan could not answer anything as soon as he shifted the green icon on his dress because the caller immediately flocked him with a series of words that were difficult to understand by him. No words entered his head other than the word 'hospital', he was about to ask further but late because at once a sound that indicates the telephone connection has been terminated.

Again the Sultan drove his iron chariot down the streets that had always been friends with traffic jams. He's constantly being hunted by time and it looks like the universe is taking part in his delay to the hospital, because he always met with traffic light that lights red and it continues from one traffic light throughout his journey to get there.

After going through quite a difficult struggle along the way, Sultan still had to struggle with continuing to run down the long hallway of the hospital.

The man did not care at all about his chaotic state, because for him to meet Adam as quickly as possible was his main goal.

The sultan accelerated his pace as soon as he saw the figure of Adam sitting dreamy alone in front of a room that read ICU room.

"Dam," call the Sultan to his friend. 

His voice was almost inaudible as the Sultan had already lost his strength. The man bent his body, scooping up as much oxygen as possible to relieve his chest cavity.

Adam looked up and immediately the Sultan's face paled as white as paper as he saw his friend's face had been soaked by tears.

"What's going on?" The Sultan shook Adam's shoulder.

There was no answer from the man's lips because every time the Sultan asked him, every time his tears kept flowing.

"You hear me? answer me Dam!" hardik Sultan, he began to lose his patience.

Adam just lowered his head, and it made the Sultan even more frustrated. How not, every time he asked, Adam was still silent. Only his tears answered the Sultan's questions.

The Sultan's body slumped down, long enough the Sultan sat on the floor. If Adam kept crying without saying a word, what could he do?

It seemed like Adam was really testing the Sultan's patience. Almost half an hour the Sultan held on to his position but Adam was still silent.

Tired of passing the wait that seemed to be in vain made the Sultan inching from his place. In his eyes sharp Adam who was still crying while looking down before then he walked away from the place.

It would be crazy for me to continue to take care of this unclear thing, the inner Sultan.

The Sultan kept swinging his legs.

Hearing the sultan's slow steps away made Adam turn his head. 

It seemed like the Sultan had caught his guard up to make him leave without saying anything, so Adam thought.

"Tan," great-grandson.

The sultan, who had walked at least ten meters from Adam's seat, stopped his steps. Between hesitating to go back or continuing to walk away from there, without turning his body he was still faithfully waiting for Adam to open his mouth again, curious as to what the man would say next.

"He's gone, Tan" he said, followed by sobbing that sounded heartbreaking.

When the Sultan turned his head, Adam was not a good actor and made him cry so much if something did not happen that really hurt his heart, Sultan was sure. 

It's not kidding.

"I still can't catch where you're talking, Dam." Sultan's eyes dimmed.

Finally, he stepped back to Adam.

"He has left us forever."

"He who? leave us how?" 

It feels like Sultan punched his friend, where did the strong man who was fatherly who so far he knew. Why did Adam become mellow and long-winded like this.

"He's dead, and his last will makes my heart crumble." Adam was beating his chest as if if he were to do so could reduce his suffering.

The Sultan ran to reach Adam's limp body, Adam would fall hit the wall if only the Sultan did not catch his body.

"He who? who's dead? speak clearly!" the Sultan's patience had run out to make him scream.

"He ..., who died, he ...,"

Shit!

The Sultan punched the wall behind Adam repeatedly, it was furious not playing because Adam continued to convoluted.

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