The Hidden Love

The husband is always wrong and the wife is always right

This morning the Sultan woke up feeling his left hand numb, repeatedly he opened his eyes to adjust the sunlight entering through the window slit and dazzled his eyes.

The man put his feet on the floor and started walking after finding his sandals. 

Had glanced at the wall clock with his eyes tail, it was fitting that Hanum was no longer on the bed, already at eight in the morning.

The door opened and simultaneously the husband and wife were both at the door.

"I was just about to wake you up" Hanum chirped.

"You deliberately ya make me tired and then finally woke up bad luck?" The sultan bled his lips.

"I was going to wake you up early in the morning but Grandpa forbade me, he said to let you rest even longer." 

Hanum passed her husband and walked into the room.

"Tumben once the old man was kind to me, in the past when I was a teenager even I was often flush water if five in the morning was still on the bed" Sultan said

"Hust! I told you not to talk rudely about your grandfather!"

"I'll just ...," 

"So what was it, what word did you use to call Grandpa? such words are not good, do you want to teach your children later in such harsh language?"

"Yes well, I'm sorry."

"Don't just apologize! don't repeat, you understand?" exclaim Hanum.

The Sultan must be silent if he does not want to get into trouble this early. It will be complicated if he continues to serve the words of his wife who is felt to be more chatty since two bodies.

"Go take a shower, after that you can have breakfast," Hanum said as she walked into the dressing room to pick up her husband's change of clothes.

"Hm, have you eaten yet?" ask the Sultan who was about to go into the bathroom.

"I had breakfast with Grandpa, that's."

The conversation of the two was interrupted because of their respective activities in a different room.

Ten minutes passed.

The Sultan saw his wife sitting on the sofa reading a novel as soon as he finished cleaning himself.

"Why did you get me a t-shirt? I will go to work, Raka will nag like mothers if I return not to the office. Isn't coming late better than not going in at all." The Sultan was stunned to see the peach-colored t-shirt and navy-colored shorts Hanum had placed on the mattress.

"Who's going to the office on a weekend like this?" Hanum put down her novel then walked over to her husband.

"Last week?" The Sultan scrunched his forehead.

Hanum laughed at her husband's behavior, what because of the work that piled up and also the consequences of yesterday's events to make her husband forgetful. 

"So you really don't know that today is Sunday?" ask Hanum.

"So it's Sunday now?" instead of answering, the Sultan asked.

"Where might I tell you to wear a casual dress if it's a workday? you are just there, Mas. Never mind, forget it! I'm going down to see Alea."

"Wait first! at least wait for me to get dressed. We'll go downstairs together, later," prevent the Sultan.

"All right, I'll give you five minutes" Hanum replied.

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After finishing his morning breakfast, the Sultan rushed towards the back garden. Hanum tells her to follow him there immediately if she wants to meet Alea. 

The sultan could hear his wife's laughter as she was about to reach the park. The man sped up his pace, impatient to immediately see what funny thing made Hanum laugh so loosely.

Sultan stopped his steps for a moment once he was in the park, his lips continued to curl enjoying the beautiful scenery presented before his eyes.

Seeing Hanum laughing happily while playing with Alea made his heart not escape from happiness. He realized that all this time he tended to give the girl more tears of sadness when compared with happiness. Not much different from his wife's face, a hue of happiness was clearly emanated on his grandfather's face. The old man seemed to be enjoying his company with Alea.

Is it as happy as it feels to be playing with a small child, the Sultan thought. 

The man again swung his legs towards the bench where his wife and grandfather were joking.

"Give him to me!" sultan said as soon as he had arrived near his wife.

"You have to wait your turn, boy!" Burhan glared at the sight of his new granddaughter coming but had already directly asked to hold Alea.

"So you've been holding her since?" ask the Sultan to Hanum.

"Yes, it turns out that holding the baby is very fun," continued Hanum.

"Hurry up and give it to me!" force Sultan. "Seeing you carry it scares me. Your stomach is already growing you're certainly having trouble doing it and what if she presses the baby in your womb?"

"Baseless possessive husband shameless!" burhan looked at his grandson. "Where were you yesterday, huh? you've been exhausting your wife all day for taking care of Alea and also you're dizzy from thinking about your situation, isn't it enough yet? you even pretended to be blind by not seeing her suffering!"

"What grandfather mean?" The Sultan stared at his grandfather's cynical eyes.

"After a day when Hanum gets tired, you still keep him from sleeping all night?" cetus Burhan's.

Wait, how does this old man know that we've been up all night, the inner Sultan.

"Your eyes want me to be arrogant!" hardik Burhan's. How angry the old man saw the eyeball of the Sultan who kept spinning look was thinking hard.

"We couldn't sleep all night, Grandma. I still remember Reno" the Sultan joked.

"Don't try to find an excuse to trick me young man!" 

The Sultan almost chuckled as soon as he heard his grandfather say so. He forgot that his grandfather had a strong instinct. The soul full of inquiry in Burhan was quite high, as a warlord, deserved if Burhan get the title. The mindset of men who have aged is always far from the standard of most people. His thinking was too complicated to be understood by ordinary humans like the Sultan. No wonder if the Sultan was made to die by fleas, even people all over Semarang so respectful to Burhan.

Burhan got up from his seat and approached the Sultan.

The sultan was suffocating, having trouble speaking when he heard his grandfather half-whispering saying such personal things to him.

"What's up, Mom?" ask Hanum.

The Sultan's face flushed like a boiled crab since Burhan whispered something in her husband's ear before the old man left. The change in his face looks so obvious.

Indeed, what Burhan said to make the Sultan look embarrassed so, really Hanum very curious.

"Mbak Indah has been allowed to enter" said the Sultan, glancing at the woman who had been loyal since standing behind his wife. 

"Okay sir, please call me if you need anything," said Indah while bowing.

Sultan nodded.

Hanum glanced at the confusion, until he was unconscious when the Sultan tried to take over Alea who had been in his arms since.

"What's wrong, huh?"  Hanum repeated his question so Beautiful had gone from there.

She seemed to know if her husband wanted to talk about private matters with her. Consider the presence of a beautiful there who might be a bully. Hanum knew very well if her husband did not like their intense chatter known to people and until it became public consumption. As much as possible no one should know, even by their domestic assistant.

For a moment the Sultan was silent as he continued to look at his wife from top to bottom. And for a moment his mouth was wide open forming the letter O while his gaze was fixed on one point.

Gramps should know that last night I misbehaved the granddaughter of his favorite son-in-law. The old grandfather was truly a champion in every way, I had tried my best to make a mark of love in an invisible place. I made it so small again why can he still see it? absolutely unbelievable, it is a big mistake if I underestimate him, the Sultan nodded his head.

"Why Mas?"

The sultan jumped upon hearing his wife again asking him the same question.

"Ah, that ..., hm shouldn't you wear a dress with such a short collar" Sultan said.

"Why indeed? there's nothing wrong with the dress I'm wearing today." 

Hanum examined the cloth attached to his body carefully, and he did not find a hole or a defect in the yellow cloth pattern polkadot.

"Not that, but this!" as if to understand what was in his wife's mind, Sultan slightly flicked his wife's collar.

At first Hanum did not really understand what her husband was doing but the next second she was shocked when she saw the purplish red markings imprinted around her collarbone.

"Gosh," muttered Hanum softly followed by a small massage at his temple.

It is fitting that her husband banishes Indah to go from there subtly, and it turns out it all started from Burhan's grandfather who had managed to get evidence that last night something had happened between his two grandchildren.

"You need not be ashamed if you're in front of me" seduced the Sultan.

Teasing Hanum and making him blush in shame is a happiness in itself for the Sultan.

"It's all your fault, I told you not to make it where your grandfather's vision was, '" Hanum said, rubbing the red-marked part.

"Why blame me? indeed who can control one's actions if it is at the top of ga ...,"

"Ssttt ...!" furious, Hanum cut off her husband's words by smothering his mouth. "Have not continued, the danger if later heard by Alea," he said in a warning tone.

"Yes well."

Sultan returned to his original position, his focus was shifted to the adorable face of Alea who was currently trying to turn his body around in order to look at his face.

Seeing Alea who was in distress made Sultan moved to then twist the body of the tiny baby.

"From now on, you can call me father. You'll get four dads at once, I'll make sure you don't lack any affection" she said, stroking Alea's head. 

"Excite, so that Reno can rest in peace, fulfill your obligation! Execute what has become his will." Hanum approached and clasped the bodies of Sultan and Alea together.

"Hm. Oh yeah, almost forgot. Go then! Change your clothes because we're going somewhere" he told Hanum.

"Where are we going?" asked Hanum curiously.

"Later you will know for yourself" said the Sultan.

"Ish, if I don't know where we're going, how can I choose the clothes I want to wear? What if the wrong costume? You may be ashamed later for inviting me."

"What are you talking about? Whatever you wear will always look beautiful in my eyes especially if you don't wear body coverings at all."

"Yes ...!" Hanum shouted then shortly after, the Sultan grimaced. Feeling the hot sensation as Hanum pinched his arm.

Alea's body jumped as soon as the tiny baby heard the high-pitched voice emitted by Hanum for the first time.

"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry Auntie." caressed Alea's head and kissed her face several times.

"Don't panic so much, he's just surprised to hear your screams."

"It's all because of you!" hanum said half in a whisper.

"Yes okay, wrong again, right? Husbands are always wrong and wives are always right." Sultan throbbing. "Yes there, change your clothes. Alea let me get Little Ma'am to prepare for everything she needs."

"Hm." Hanum just cleared his throat.

"Honey," call the Sultan to stop his new wife walking a few steps from there.

"What else is it?" with a lazy sense Hanum twisted his body.

"At least wear clothes with the neck closed yes." again the Sultan mocked his wife.

"Basic!" furious Hanum.

Sultan laughed as soon as he saw Hanum react when he managed to tease him.

The girl several times stomped her feet on the ground while squeezing her clothes into a tangle.

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