The Hidden Love

Suri

"Where are we going, man?" Hanum was still curious about their current direction.

Once the girl had finished getting ready until now they had been in a car that cut through the streets of the Capital far from deserted, her husband still had not told her where they were going this time.

"Later you will know, too" the Sultan replied without turning his eyes because he was focusing on driving.

I don't know, Hanum felt very upset because for the umpteenth time the Sultan again used the same word to answer his question.

Actually Hanum is very curious but it does not allow it to feel like she forced her husband to answer her question, even more so now there is Indah, her housekeeper who is sitting in the back seat while holding Alea.

"Don't frown so, soon we arrive" said the Sultan.

Hanum chose not to answer and instead turned to the car's glass window. It is better to see the sights seen along the way than to follow her husband's insignificant words.

Cars driven by the Sultan continue to drive until now they have entered an elite housing complex. 

Back, Hanum was made to second-guess who they were, considering Hanum had never been here before.

As usual, the Sultan would help his wife remove her seatbelt. 

"Have we arrived?" ask Hanum. She looked so serious looking at her husband's face.

"Have, aren't you very curious so we'd better get down quickly."

The two began to enter the house while Indah tailed behind while carrying Alea who was asleep.

"Please sit down Sir, Madam. Let me call the young lady upstairs."

Hanum smiled at the maid who welcomed her arrival there, she immediately landed her buttocks as soon as she reached the living room.

Hanum spread his gaze around the corner of the room, every wall did not escape his attention. 

Judging from the paintings and all kinds of furniture that was there Hanum concluded that the house he visited today must have belonged to a rich man.

"House of Alma" whispered the Sultan.

"Ooh, it's worth it. The house is this luxurious, not to mention its size that exceeds the size of a football field. But by the way, you've never told me before, what does Alma do?" 

"He's an architect."

"Wow, women are educated and independent, too" Hanum said. "Had a different attitude than most women in general. The way to deal with problems like I saw yesterday, it looks like she's a tough woman."

"You are much more formidable compared to him" the Sultan said. "There will be no strong woman facing me in this world but you." Sultan shuffled his female hair.

"Ish, you're this!" Hanum fended off her husband's hand that was still on his head. "Then be beautiful, huh."

As the Sultan lowered his hand from above Hanum's head, he forgot that there was someone else there besides the two of them.

While Indah who had caught the romantic incident that was held in front of her eyes could not hide the twinkle of her happiness. Although the girl had tried to throw her face in any direction, in fact the couple knew that Indah had enjoyed the romantic moment.

"I'm sorry I made you wait a long time."

Compact they averted their eyes, seeing a beautiful woman wearing a bright yellow t-shirt and black shorts coming closer.

"She must be making you two hassles" continued Alma as she stroked her sleeping daughter.

"What are you talking about, Alea's presence actually warms the atmosphere of our house. Grandfather even forbade us to bring him here, just now" said the Sultan.

"So your grandfather is still in your house?" Alma took a sitting position beside Indah. For him that is the most comfortable position because he can look at the face of his son as satisfied.

"Yes, he said he wanted to enjoy the rest of his time by being here, with us" the Sultan said.

"Good, your family will be happier after the birth of your baby."

"Surely." Sultan nodded.

The atmosphere of silence was again created, the Sultan was confused to say anything, the same as Alma. Sultan was afraid of mispronunciation, he believed Alma's mood was still deteriorating due to yesterday's events. 

"There was nothing more I could say than a deep thank you from the bottom of my heart." Alma's lips trembled as she began to break the silence that had occurred for a while. "I don't know what to pay with, I owe you a lot. I also did not expect that the friends of my late husband still hold such great empathy even though my husband has betrayed you." Alma's words sounded heavy.

"Forget it, you always talk about it. I told you not to bother us" said the Sultan.

"You know what else, I'm actually really ashamed of you guys."

"Well, why talk about it again!" exclaimed Sultan, he did not seem to like if Alma continued to discuss Reno because it reminded him of the sadness he was trying to forget.

"Oh yeah, are you in a house this big you're just alone?" 

Hanum condemned his stupidity, what kind of question was it. Clearly he himself knew that there were actually a few more people living in the house so he didn't really ask about it, only he was at a loss to ask what. It was one way she could use to divert the conversation between her husband and also Alma who had started to sound heavy.

"I, of course, I don't just live alone with Alea." Alma smiled, a forced smile. Hanum could see that clearly. "There are three housekeepers and a nurse who I assigned to take care of Alea here" Alma said.

"Don't you mind if next time I invite Alea over to stay at our house again?" Hanum had difficulty saying the sentence, he had already thought hard but that was all that came to his head at this moment.

"Of course not," argued Alma. "Let him stay at your house whenever you want."

"Ah, yes .. thanks." Hanum smiled clumsily.

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"Why are you quiet, what are you thinking?" sultan asked his wife.

"Did I look stupid?" hanum asked as she looked at her husband's face.

Sultan chuckles. "So you're still thinking about that?" telisik Sultan's.

"I don't know what to say to divert your conversation. That must have been Alma continuing to laugh at me and think I'm ridiculous." Hanum scowled wryly.

"Don't think that far, Alma is a smart and independent person, where there is time for him to think about things that are not important about the incident."

"Stay still" Hanum grumbled.

Both are currently on their way to one of the shopping centers. Mbok Darmi advised them before leaving earlier so they stopped by to buy monthly needs that have been thinning.

Feeling not want to get any interference from a third person who can interfere with their togetherness, Sultan had called Pak Dadang to pick up Indah at Alma's house earlier. Until now they are both left in a car that continues to be driven at medium speed by the Sultan.

When crossing a street that has several street vendors carts on the left right side of the road makes Hanum ask her husband to stop the speed of his car for a moment.

"What's wrong?" 

"Look at that, there's a bangkok carpenter. Can Mas park the car for a while, I want to buy it."

"According to the order of the queen's majesty," the Sultan joked. 

The man also obeyed his wife's wishes.

"Wait a minute!" prevent the Sultan as soon as Hanum wants to get out of the car. "Is that guaranteed cleanliness? Look that!" The Sultan pointed at the merchant cart which was full of quite long lines.

Its location right on the side of the road makes flying dust can be attached to the food his wife will buy and it makes the Sultan feel anxious.

"Is there no one who sells rujak bangkok in the mall or in the restaurant so?"

"Where is there a restaurant that sells rujak bangkok? There's just you." Hanum laughed in response to her husband's words.

"There may be but we don't know it" said the Sultan. "Wait a minute!" 

Hanum turned his head, again her husband prevented her from going down from there.

"What else?" hanum Whine.

"I'm afraid you'll get sick later, how about you get a stomachache and get diarrhea?"

"No, believe me. We'd better get off soon or we won't get to it later."

"Can't we go somewhere cleaner?" bujuk Sultan's.

"Good, look at that!" Hanum pointed to the place where the Bangkok merchant rujak was still busy serving his buyers. "The place is on the roadside so but the place of manufacture is also somewhat closed. Can't you see I can see that?" Hanum felt furious.

"Yes, that's it."

This time Hanum had already opened the car door when her husband again blocked her hand.

"What more geez!" pekik Hanum's. His emotions had started to rise to the crown.

"Let me buy it for you. You just sit here quietly!" sultan's Order.

Hanum stroked his chest, he thought that the Sultan was trying to prevent him again to not buy rujak bangkok there but it turned out that his assumption was wrong.

The smile that continued to spread on Hanum's lips looked more beautiful framing his father's face. It turns out that her husband can be sweet too, Sultan was willing to heat up just for the sake of queuing up a packet of bangkok rujak and that he did for the sake of his love for the woman who was pregnant with his baby. Even though the afternoon weather was quite hot because the sun was at the top of the throne, not to mention the queue that was still snaking long. You can imagine how long it took her husband to fulfill his wish.

To drive away his boredom, Hanum decides to surf in cyberspace. The disposition of the cellphone that had been neatly stored in his bag and then his finger began to nimble scroll the screen of his phone.

I don't know how long Hanum played with his phone, it seems like it's been long enough until he finally felt bored. Back she put the sophisticated flat object into her bag, intending to catch up with her husband.

Hanum closed the door again as soon as he heard a familiar voice.

"It was about to catch up with you, the old end." Hanum grunting.

"It's still a good thing I was in part, behind me there were still many who were in line but said the seller was only three more servings." The Sultan handed the package containing the rujak to his wife. "Eat it, will I wait for you to spend it here or will you take the road?"

The Sultan's thick, black eyebrows intertwined once he saw Hanum thrust a bottle of water at him.

"Drink, you spend a long time in the heat outside, you must be thirsty."

The Sultan grabbed it, opened the bottle cap and began to sip until the water in the bottle was half left. He felt so flattered that while he was drinking earlier, Hanum deftly wiped away the sweat that seeped on his forehead using his hands.

The Sultan felt as if soaring into the clouds, his blood rustling with a flowery feeling. Is this what it feels like to be loved? he has often been given special treatment from his wife but somehow this time it feels completely different. The small attention Hanum did earlier gave a very tempestuous feeling. Her love for Hanum only grew as time went on.

Tiredness that had suffered earlier due to queueing in the heat of the sun, vaporizing instantly, changing with a burst of happiness.

Slowly the Sultan reached his wife's fingers and then kissed her long enough.

"What's wrong?" asked Hanum who was astonished to see her husband's behavior.

"No," the Sultan replied while shaking slowly. 

"Why is your face blushing like that? What makes you blush like ABG kasmaran alone," teased Hanum.

Seeing her husband's face reddened in embarrassment, was a rare sight for Hanum and being able to see it now, much to the girl's gratitude.

"Who? Me?" The Sultan pointed to himself. "No." she denied, looking up at the glass window. 

Not willing to let Hanum make his face as a spectacle.

"Ah, that's your face! It's obvious there's a red hue on your cheek." Hanum flirted with her husband. 

"Who said, my face was red from the heat" asked the Sultan.

"Well if you keep denying it, look at this! Reflect then you will be able to see your face that is as red as a tomato."

The sultan screeched while throwing his face when Hanum's hand cupped his cheek to show his reflection in front of the rearview mirror. His actions this time really invited the laughter of his wife, Hanum to laugh out loud.

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"Have you put all our grocery lists in the basket?" sultan asked, making sure that not a single list of items recorded by Mbok Darmi was left behind.

"Already," Hanum replied briefly.

It has been an hour they are in the shopping center and now it is time to pay for groceries that are so mountainous.

"Aren't you having trouble getting everything to the car, Mas?" 

"And we can hire their services." The Sultan pointed at the uniformed man standing behind the cashier, with his chin.

Hanum nodded.

"Do you want lunch here?" bring Sultan. "Actually you can't say lunch either, it's already this afternoon." shows the watch.

"Of course, I'm already very hungry" Hanum said.

"Where did rujak bangkok go? The portions are pretty big so I don't think you're going to starve. That's why I invited you to buy household necessities first, knowing once we should have lunch first once we got here" the Sultan regretted.

"Hm, his bow is of course already digested, then turned into energy and now my energy runs out because for one more hour we keep circling inside earlier. And did you forget, your babies also need more nutrition, rujak bangkok so much where enough for the three of us, try?"

Sultan mangosteen heard the words of his wife, it is natural that now Hanum so easily hungry considering she is pregnant with twins, especially she already does not feel morning sickness anymore, so her appetite increases.

"Well, what are you going to eat?"

"What about Laksa?" 

"No problem. Come on!" 

The two stepped towards the restaurant that served the most delicious Laksa in the building. The Sultan kept flanking his wife's arm.

They immediately enjoyed the late lunch as soon as the waiter finished serving their order at the table. Not willing to let the worms in his stomach continue to thrash asking for rations.

The Sultan laughed as he looked at the contents of his wife's bowl which had now been clean. Two bowls of spice-spiced noodles so powerful, have now made it into Hanum's stomach.

"Why do you keep smiling? You want to make fun of me because my portion of my meal is turning into a lot, now?" hanum Sentak.

"No, how dare I mock you. The wife's own time is ridiculed," kilah Sultan.

"What if I'm fat? What if later after giving birth my body becomes stretched and can not return to its original shape? Do you still love me?" oceh Hanum at length.

"You think I'm that cute? Do you think I love you because of your physical form?" sanggah Sultan's.

"You're rich, you have a lot of wealth. You can choose women according to your type, and there will certainly be many women who voluntarily offer to marry you."

"And no matter how many women come into my life will not take your place in my heart. So stop talking!"

"Aren't you lying to me?" telisik Hanum's.

"I'm willing to mat ...," 

"Enough! Don't ever get those words out of your mouth again!" cut Hanum.

"Yes, sorry," the Sultan's great-grandson. "Yes we should go home soon before the noble Mr. Suri wrath."

"What's? What did you say?" ask Hanum.

"Bapak suri" repeated the Sultan.

"Why do you call your grandfather that name?"

"Grandmothers are commonly called Queen Mothers, so we can call grandfathers as Father Suri. Isn't he like a king who abdicates? What's wrong with calling him that?"

Hanum did not know what to say to answer her husband's babble that was felt increasingly uneasy.

"Huh, there's just one." Hanum continued to shake his head.

The two left the restaurant, but as soon as they reached the exit, the Sultan told his wife to wait for him there while he wanted to go to the toilet for a while.

Hanum was forced to stand there, waiting for her husband to finish urinating. As he was being preoccupied with his phone, suddenly a man who was passing in front of him paused for a moment.

"Sorry, your wallet fell off Miss," the man said, pointing to the floor.

Hanum's reflex shifted his gaze at the point shown by the man before him and sure enough, his brown-colored wallet was poked up there. 

"Ooh .., thank you, sir," said Hanum.

The girl immediately changed her position which was leaning against the wall and then leaned over to pick up her wallet.

As if understanding Hanum's condition, which made it impossible to bend down, the man helped get Hanum's wallet. The hands of the two met accidentally and they immediately exchanged a glance.

"Let me help you" the man said as he handed over Hanum's purse.

"Thank you," Hanum said as he bowed politely.

"It's not good for a pregnant woman like you to travel alone" she added.

"That's not true, I came here together ...,"

"Since I've noticed you're alone here" cut the man again. He continued to circulate his gaze but was not found by Hanum's companion.

"That's because he's in ...,"

Again Hanum's words were cut off as the man in front of him opened his mouth again.

"Why are you wearing strappy shoes like this?"

Hanum. "No! please don't do it, sir." 

Hanum refused subtly as the man was about to tie his shoelaces loose. He regressed his legs but the man insisted on doing so anyway.

Really, Hanum felt so uneasy, at a time like this he could do nothing to refuse the help of the man who had suddenly come before him. She kept reverberating the bottom of her dress, why did it take that long for her husband to go to the toilet?

"Thank you for the help, sir."

Hanum blinked his eyes, his daydreams crumbling when he saw the arrival of her husband.

The man who helped Hanum turned his head and then got up and looked at the Sultan with a difficult look.

Sultan's jaw hardened, he did not like to be stared at in such a way by foreigners including by people who have helped his wife though.

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